SLAM.
"Ahhhng!"
I slammed into her from behind one last time, the sound of wet flesh colliding echoing like a gunshot. But Doggy Style wasn't enough. I needed to see her face when I broke her. I needed to see the life leave her eyes when I filled her up.
"Flip over," I barked, grabbing her oily waist.
The bed was a slip-and-slide of bodily fluids. I spun her around effortlessly. Lily lay on her back, gasping, her chest heaving. Her breasts were painted in oil, sweat, and the drying cum from my earlier facial. She looked wrecked.
I grabbed her ankles.
"Up."
I pushed her legs back until her knees were pinned against her shoulders. She was folded in half, her pussy completely exposed to the air. It was a mess—swollen, red, and gaping slightly, oozing a mixture of oil and clear fluids.
Mating Press.
I positioned myself between her legs. My dick, throbbing and harder than steel thanks to my Stamina: 29, hovered over the entrance.
"Look at me, Lily," I commanded.
