Mira
He f****d me through the spasms, until I was sobbing into the sheets, tears of pure overstimulation streaking my face.
When my shocks finally eased, he pulled out slow, making me whine at the sudden emptiness. I felt my p***y gape for a second before it tried to close, and then he shifted higher.
I felt the slick head of his c**k press against my asshole. I was still loose from earlier, slick with lube and two loads of his c*m, but he didn’t go easy. He pushed in steadily, inch by thick inch, stretching me open again until his hips met my ass and he was buried to the root.
“Fuuuck—David—too full—” I wailed, but I pushed back anyway, greedy for the burn, the stretch, the feeling of being completely claimed.
He leaned over me, chest to my back, caging me beneath his weight. His mo
