Her hand slid down to his shrunken cock, stroking it gently, feeling it twitch under her touch like a sleepy serpent stirring from slumber, its veiny length pulsing faintly against her soft palm.
He chuckled again, but it was half-hearted, the earlier intensity faded, leaving behind a lingering haze of unfulfilled lust in the air thick with the scent of their mingled sweat and arousal.
Yu Xiang nuzzled his chest, her tears drying as she whispered, "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to ruin it. It just... hurt so much. Like my... was on fire, ripping open."
Her voice cracked, reliving the screams in her mind—those guttural vocal cord tearing screams that had ripped from her throat as his cock had stretched her asshole to its brutal limits, the burning tear of her tight ring giving way to his relentless girth—which she felt was smaller than his usual one, yet felt like hot knives carving her insides raw.
