But he didn't stop.
He spun her, bent her over the shattered chair—ass up high, the full, round globes of her cheeks parted slightly from the position, soft and plush, skin flushed pink and glistening with sweat.
Her cunt gaped open below, pink tunnel pulsing greedily, inner walls fluttering and shining with thick cream that oozed slow and steady from her stretched entrance, dripping in glossy strings to the floor below.
Above it, her tight little asshole winked and clenched in the amber light, ringed with slick lube that caught the glow, twitching with every ragged breath she took.
He fucked her from behind—his massive cock driving into her with deep, punishing strokes, the sheer size of him forcing her pussy to stretch impossibly wide around his girth.
She couldn't take him all—never could—his length too thick, too long, the last few inches always left outside, pressing insistently against her entrance as her body struggled to accommodate what it could.
