He doesn’t let me sleep late.
I wake to the thick, blunt press of a toy against my already-used ass — bigger than last night’s plug, cold with lube — while his c**k is already rubbing through the soaked mess of my p***y.
“Last night,” Marcus says against my ear. His voice is rough with sleep and hunger. “Both holes. At the same time. Like I promised.”
He works the toy in first. I bite the pillow and take it, the stretch burning in that now-familiar filthy way until it’s seated deep and my ass feels obscenely full. Then he lines himself up at my cunt and slams home in one stroke.
I scream.
I’m stuffed. Split on two thick things at once, my body forced to accept both, walls fluttering around him while the toy keeps my ass stretched wide. Every time he thrusts, the toy shifts inside me.
