"Husband, you..."
"Continue."
"Ah... Wu... No..."
Sophia tried to resist, but it was utterly futile; she still had to endure Adam's fucking once more. Her swollen pussy ached plainly when taking the cock, yet when pounded hard, it surprisingly brought immense pleasure. Sophia sank into it, lost in that cycle of pain and ecstasy, dying and coming alive over and over.
Later, Adam fucked her for a long time, from the floor-to-ceiling window all the way back to the bedroom, but in the end, Sophia had no idea how many times Adam had done her or how many loads of semen he had shot, because she had long since been fucked unconscious by Adam.
When Adam woke, he felt only an indescribably comfortable sensation of his cock being sucked and nibbled by a wet, soft little mouth.
Where was this?
He opened his eyes and looked at the familiar side profile of the woman in his arms, his heartbeat suddenly pounding faster.
It was Sophi.
It was this little slut.
"Hiss..."
