The first hour had not started with the ass.
It had started with her dignity.
He had taken her pussy first, spreading her thick, trembling thighs with one hand while the other gripped her pierced nipple hook and pulled until milk shot sideways in a thin white streak across the cave wall.
She had been wet. That was the first humiliation — the slick, betraying warmth that had coated his fingers when he pressed them inside her without permission, her hairy cunt clenching around him while she screamed at him to stop.
PAH.
The first thrust had folded her.
"'AAGHH'—!!"
Her thick legs had locked around his back on pure reflex, her massive pregnant belly heaving as the blunt, brutal length of him tore through her entrance and didn't stop until his pubic bone ground against her swollen, aching clit.
She had called him a monster then.
