He delivered another series of firm, resounding CRACKS, watching the rich pink glow deepen across her skin, then soothed the sting with slow, possessive groping.
His fingers sank in until her flesh overflowed his hands, spreading her cheeks once more to admire the way the cola mixed with her own juice dripping shamelessly down her thighs in shiny threads.
He leaned down and pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the flushed curve of one cheek, his breath warm against the cool, wet skin—a tender contrast that made her heart stutter and her pussy clench hard.
Cassiopeia whimpered steadily now, a constant, broken symphony of pure need and delight. Her thick thighs quivered uncontrollably over his lap, her massive ass pushing back toward his hand with every touch—openly begging, openly craving more even as her body shook from the relentless, luxurious torment.
