Devon's stared at every inch of the woman he had just demolished.
Marianne lay sprawled on her back in the wreckage of the bridal bed, thighs splayed so wide the tendons in her hips trembled with exhaustion, pussy swollen and glistening, lips puffy and dark, cum still oozing in thick, pearly ropes from her stretched hole.
It slid down the crease of her ass in slow, filthy rivulets, pooling beneath her on the ruined silk sheets until the fabric was cold and wet against her overheated skin.
Her breasts rose and fell in frantic, uneven jerks, nipples bitten dark and shining with spit and dried tears, skin flushed crimson from throat to belly with the marks of his teeth, his palms, his fingers.
Sweat beaded in the hollow of her throat, slid between her breasts that still quivered with every ragged breath, dripped off the curve of her hip, traced the line of her waist
