Derek wasn’t done—far from it. His cock, still half-hard and slick with their mixed cum, twitched as he flipped Stiles onto all fours like a ragdoll. She arched her back instinctively, presenting her fat, juicy ass high in the air—porcelain cheeks curving out perfectly, her plump pink pussy lips dripping his load down her thighs. The sight made him growl low in his throat.

“Fuck, look at this ass,” he murmured, kneeling behind her, hands gripping her hips roughly. He admired it for a long moment—how round and full it was, jiggling slightly with her shaky breaths. Then he slapped it—hard, the crack echoing in the quiet room. Her cheek bloomed red, rippling like jelly.