The sound was obscene.
Wet, squelching slaps echoed from between her flushed cheeks, the soft flesh already turning a bright, bruised pink from the friction.
Her rim clenched, a stubborn little ring of muscle struggling to accommodate his sheer girth.
Every push made her hips bounce forward. Her thighs trembled, slick with a sheen of sweat that caught the dim light.
Her hands clawed the bedsheets now, knuckles turning stark white as she crumpled the fabric with every helpless sob.
"H-hahhh—! I-it won't—go—ahhh—!!"
But it was going.
All of it.
His cock buried itself in her ass to the hilt—slick, fat, throbbing—grinding her open again and again. Her belly brushed the mattress, the sensitive skin dragging against the sheets. Her arms shook. Her spine arched deeper, forming a slick, indented curve with each bounce of his hips.
She felt every inch.
Every stretching ache.
Every wet slap against her backside as he filled her from behind.
"AHH—hhahh—ahhhnn—!! C-Cruxius—!!"
