She cried out softly, her forehead collapsing against his broad shoulder. Her entire body flinched at the sudden, blunt stretch, but the dull pain didn't stop her inner muscles from greedily clenching around his knuckles.
He pumped once, a slow, deep drag. Then he pulled out.
He let the heavy cream coat his skin, deliberately smearing the slick mess right back over her swollen clit, forcing her to feel her own degraded state.
"You'll say yes," he murmured.
Her chest heaved. A messy sob of pleasure and burning shame became trapped in her throat.
"Haah... You will not hurt me… right?"
She just stared at him.
Her eyes were wide, glassy, and fragile in a way only a freshly broken woman could pull off. Her plump bottom lip quivered, glossy with saliva, parted as she struggled to catch her breath.
