With a soft, shaky exhale, Bella gathered what little strength remained and pushed herself up on unsteady arms.
Her knees sank into the mattress as she shifted, swinging one trembling leg over Ross' hips until she straddled him fully, facing him.
The movement made more of his earlier load slip out of her, warm and obscene, dripping down onto his lower abdomen.
She felt it smear between their skin and flushed hot with embarrassment—and something darker, hungrier.
From this angle, his cock looked even more monstrous.
Fifteen impossible inches rose toward her like a challenge, the fat crown flushed an angry purple, veins bulging along the shaft, the entire length glazed with their combined release.
A fresh bead of precum welled at the slit and slid slowly down the underside, mixing with the mess already coating him.
Bella's ruined pussy twitched in helpless response, lips puffy and parted, entrance gaping slightly from the brutal stretching it had taken.
