Derek pulled back from the filthy kiss, his thick fingers still buried deep in Stiles’s pulsing pussy, twisting them one last time to make her whimper before sliding them out. She lay there on the bed, a trembling, cum-soaked mess—her porcelain skin flushed, massive tits heaving, pink lips parted as she gasped for air. Her fat, swollen pussy glistened with her multiple squirts, clit still throbbing from his abuse. But her eyes—those wide, lust-filled eyes—were locked on him, begging for more.

He stood up slowly, towering over her like the dominant force he was, his broad muscles rippling under his shirt. Stiles’s gaze followed him hungrily, her pink tongue darting out to lick her lips as he started undressing. First, the shirt came off, buttons popping open to reveal his chiseled chest, abs carved like stone, arms bulging with veins. She literally drooled, a thin trail of saliva escaping her mouth as she stared, thighs clenching together. “Oh fuck, Daddy… your body… you’re so fucking hot. All those muscles… I wanna lick every inch.”