The pulse of him inside her — the first thick wave of his seed, flooding the deepest place his cock had reached, the warmth of it spreading through her anal passage and through the wall that separated it from the rest of her body — and then another, and another, his hips still driving forward through each pulse, pushing the load inward with the same determined thoroughness he applied to everything.
She shook.
The full-body tremor of a woman receiving something in a place she had not known could receive it, and her pussy — which had been running continuously for the last hour — chose this exact moment to send its own signal, the walls fluttering, the fluid running in a fresh, warm rush down her thighs to the kitchen floor.
She was coming.
