My legs gave out when he finally pulled back, his c**k dragging slick from my cunt with a wet sound that echoed in the dark room. I gasped for air, chest heaving, every nerve buzzing, but he wasn’t finished—he wasn’t anywhere close.
“On the bed,” he ordered, voice raw, eyes burning black.
When I hesitated, his hand closed around my arm, dragging me through the shadows until I stumbled against the edge of the mattress. He shoved me down face-first, his palm pressing hard between my shoulder blades until I was bent over, ass up, skirt rucked to my waist.
I felt the wet head of his c**k smearing against my swollen hole again, leaking so much pre it slid down my thighs.
“Look at this p***y,” he growled, dragging his length along my folds, coating me in his constant spill. “Already ruined,
