As the night wore on, the room remained thick with the scent of their sexual activity. Every time Mike came, he'd dump it deep inside her, filling her up until she overflowed, the warm cum pooling on the mattress beneath her trembling body.
She was completely, utterly his toy, his slut, and his cum bucket. And as the clock ticked past 01:15 AM, she still couldn't get enough.
She was fucking addicted to him, to the way he destroyed her, to the way he filled her with his hot, thick seed over and over again until she was nothing but a dripping, broken mess of a woman.
The bedroom was a fucking warzone, the sheets completely ruined with a massive, sticky landscape of dried and wet cum, blood, and sweat. Ellie lay there completely sprawled out like a fucking doll, as if someone had broken her legs; she was splayed wide with her knees bent, her pussy wide open and pulsing as if it were fucking possessed.
