I pulled my cock out of Isabel's gaping asshole. A wet, filthy sound followed the withdrawal of my shaft from her reddened, swollen anus. Isabel groaned weakly, her body limp and exhausted, all resistance gone.
I didn't give her time to rest. With strong hands, I grabbed her slender waist and pushed her into a doggy-style position—forced to her hands and knees, her butt still raised high, now facing directly towards Yukie's throne.
Isabel whimpered in pain as her tired joints were forced into the new position. But she had no strength left to fight. Her trembling hands were forced to grip the throne's armrests for support.
And here, the humiliation reached a new level.
Isabel's face was now mere centimeters from Yukie's frozen one. So close she could see every perfect detail of Yukie's porcelain skin, her long white eyelashes, and those vacant pale white eyes. She could see the reflection of her own ruined, tear-streaked face in Yukie's glass-like eyes.
