Stiles and Derek lay tangled in the sheets, both panting hard from the morning’s depraved anal sessions—her ass still throbbing, stretched and leaking his fresh cum, pussy sticky with remnants from last night. Sweat glistened on their bodies, the room smelling thickly of sex. Derek pulled her close, crashing his mouth onto hers in a deep, filthy kiss—tongues sliding, lips bruised, tasting each other’s moans.

“Fuck, wifey… you’re incredible,” he murmured against her full pink lips, one hand squeezing her fat tit possessively. “Could fuck that ass all day.”