Stiles and Derek lay tangled in the sweat-soaked sheets of his massive bed, their naked bodies pressed together in a haze of post-orgasmic bliss. Her porcelain skin glowed against his tanned, muscled frame, her massive tits squished against his chest as he held her close, one hand possessively cupping her juicy ass. Cum leaked from both her holes—pussy and ass—dripping onto the mattress, a filthy reminder of how thoroughly he’d bred her. Derek’s salt-and-pepper hair was disheveled, his dark eyes soft for a moment as he kissed her forehead. “My perfect little slut,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble. “Filled up with Daddy’s seeds—gonna make that baby stick.”

Stiles sighed contentedly, her full pink lips brushing his neck, but reality crept in. She glanced at the clock on the nightstand—late afternoon. Eli would be home soon. “Daddy… I have to go. Eli’s expecting me.” She started to sit up, her body aching deliciously, cum trickling down her thighs as she moved.