Serika's cock clamped down on Jax's cock like a vise, a hot, wet, pulsating grip that milked him for all he was worth. The sensation was the final, exquisite push he needed.
With a guttural, triumphant roar that was more beast than man, Jax drove himself into her one last time, burying his cock to the hilt as his own orgasm erupted.
His cock pulsed, a powerful, rhythmic throbbing as a thick, hot torrent of his seed flooded her insides. He was breeding her, marking her from the inside out, claiming her in the most primal, irrefutable way possible.
The feeling of his hot cum filling her, coating her inner walls, sent Serika into a second, even more powerful wave of orgasms. Her body convulsed uncontrollably, her screams dissolving into incoherent, sobbing whimpers of pure, unadulterated bliss.
She was no longer just a maid; she was his Queen, his vessel, filled with his essence, forever marked by his power.
