Derek’s chest heaved as he looked down at Stiles, her body a beautiful wreck—cum streaking her face and massive tits, dripping from her stretched pussy and gaping asshole, her porcelain skin flushed pink from exhaustion and ecstasy. But his cock was still rock-hard, insatiable, twitching at the sight of her. “Up, slut,” he growled, grabbing her waist and pulling her limp body into his arms. He sat back on the couch, positioning her to straddle his lap, her thick thighs spreading wide over his muscled ones. Stiles whimpered, sore everywhere, but her pink fat pussy hovered over his thick length, already weeping again.

“Derek… I’m too sore… please, no more,” she begged weakly, but her hips lowered instinctively.