With a rough shove, I pushed Kerry down onto the soft grass, her body sprawling before the captured men, her legs spread wide.
The sudden exposure of her glistening pussy drew gasps from the men—some shocked, some disgusted, others aroused despite themselves.
But it was Ravina who noticed it first, her sharp eyes locking onto Kerry's gapingly loose asshole, her voice a dark, intrigued murmur.
"Why is her asshole... like this?" Ravina's fingers tapped against her spear, her gaze lingering on the stretched, swollen hole, her voice laced with curiosity and something darker—arousal.
Kerry's breath hitched, her face flushing as she glanced up at me, her voice a breathless whisper. "D-Dexter..."
I smirked, my gaze sweeping over the stunned men before locking onto Ravina. "Because her asshole was so hungry, it ate my cock as she rode that horse."
My fingers trailed down Kerry's spine, my touch possessive, my voice a dark purr. "So now, her asshole is begging to take my cock again."
