2:31 AM
He pulled out without warning.
She whimpered at the sudden emptiness, her asshole twitching visibly, the gape of it obscene and raw — still shaped like him.
He flipped her over.
One hand at her hip, one at her shoulder — she was rolled like she weighed nothing, her back hitting the mattress, hair fanning out under her head.
Her chest heaved. Nipples hard and abused, one with a faint scrape from his teeth from what felt like a lifetime ago.
She looked up at him through half-lidded eyes.
He looked like he hadn't broken a sweat.
"W-wait—" she started.
He hooked both her legs up over his shoulders.
The angle folded her nearly in half, her ass lifting off the bed, her pussy and ass both exposed and leaking.
'Oh gods,' her brain offered, 'oh no—'
He pushed in.
Not her ass this time — her pussy, swollen and raw and slick beyond anything she'd felt before — the stretch completely different, the angle sending him somewhere new and too deep, too fast.
"AANGHH~~!!"
