Painted.
He looked down.
Jennifer: lying on her back with his seed running down both breasts and her milk still leaking from the nipple he'd been at, her hairy cunt wet and red-fingered and gaping at the air, her eyes — glassy, tear-marked, looking up at him with the expression of a woman who has been completely and comprehensively undone.
Yuna: beneath him, her legs still trembling from the mating press, her pussy still leaking the mixture of blood and seed and arousal that had been accumulating for the last two hours, his cum on her chin, her chest, her eyes — wet and direct and looking up at him with the specific, devastating combination of love and completely destroyed dignity.
He looked at them both.
"'Now you both look delicious.'"
His hand moved.
SLAP — Jennifer's breast, the full weight of his palm landing on the milk-flushed flesh, the soft weight bouncing hard with the impact, her nipple spraying—
"'AAANGHH~!!'"
