Emma collapsed forward as he slowed, still impaled, sobs wracking her body. But even in the aftershocks, her walls fluttered, holding him inside. Shame warred with satisfaction, her mind fracturing.
He pulled out with a wet pop, c*m gushing from her abused p***y, but he wasn't done. Flipping her onto her back, he straddled her chest, c**k—still semi-hard, slick with their mess—slapping her face. "Clean it, b***h. Taste your brutalized p***y juices on my cock."
"No—get that away! I won't!" She turned her head, lips pressed tight, but he gripped her jaw, forcing her mouth open, shoving the head past her teeth. The musky tang of c*m and p***y filled her senses, his girth stretching her lips wide.
"Suck it, you ungrateful slut. Or I'll f**k your throat till you puke." He thrust shallowly, c
