Marcus barely had time to catch his breath from the last round. c*m still leaked from his stretched hole, slicking his inner thighs, pooling under his ass on the soaked sheets. His body trembled, red ass glowing, c**k half-hard again despite the exhaustion. Ava stood over him, chest rising slow, eyes dark and hungry. She hadn’t come down yet. She never did until she decided he was truly wrecked.
She grabbed the leash still clipped to his collar. Yanked hard.
“On your back. Legs up.”
He rolled over fast. Flat on the mattress. She grabbed his ankles, dragged his legs high, folded them back until his knees nearly touched his shoulders. Classic mating press. His ass lifted off the bed, hole exposed and gaping, still dripping her earlier load. She knelt between his thighs, pressed her weight
