Stiles was still trembling on the kitchen counter, legs spread wide, her fat pink pussy still twitching from the two brutal orgasms Derek had ripped out of her. Slick coated her inner thighs in shiny trails, dripping slowly onto the marble below. Her massive tits heaved with every panting breath, nipples swollen red and glistening from his earlier assault. She felt wrecked—beautifully, shamefully wrecked—and yet her body hummed with more need.

Her glassy eyes dropped to the massive bulge straining against Derek’s sweatpants. Even through the fabric, she could see the thick outline, the way it throbbed visibly. A fresh wave of heat flooded her core.