She adjusted, propping a mirror between her legs, and f**k, it was pornographic perfection. Her slit was shaved smooth, lips parting with each breath, already dilating from the pressure building inside.
"Feels like I'm splitting," she laughed breathlessly, but her eyes were glassy with pain. A contraction hit, and she arched, hands spreading her cheeks for the viewers.
The crowning started slow, a wet bulge pressing out, her hole blooming like a flower in hell. She rubbed her c**t absentmindedly, moaning, "Oh s**t, that's intense... keeps me going, you know?"
I matched her rhythm, hand flying over my shaft, imagining kneeling there, my tongue flicking that swollen nub while she birthed. Taste her essence, the life force, the destruction.
The chat urged her on. 'Push harder, slut.'
