Phei stepped forward—hands clamping onto Cassiopeia's hips with bruising force, fingers digging into soft flesh hard enough to leave purple blooms by morning.
His cock strained painfully against denim, thick and veined, the fat head leaking a steady, sticky rope of pre-cum, the outline of every pulsing ridge visible under the fabric.
He spread her ass cheeks wide, his thumbs hooking the puffy outer lips of her cunt and peeling them apart again with deliberate slowness.
Her inner folds gaped open—pink, slick, glistening under the low bedroom light—clit engorged and throbbing visibly at the apex like a second heartbeat, entrance fluttering and clenching on nothing, desperate for something to grip.
Thick cream strings stretched and snapped between her parted lips, dripping in slow, glossy rivulets down her inner thighs to coat her trembling knees.
