Stiles was still trembling against the shower wall, body wracked from the double finger-fucking orgasm, her fat pussy and ass clenching around nothing now, slick and cum mixing with the hot water cascading down her porcelain skin. Scott stood slowly, his tall, muscled frame towering over her, cock rock-hard and throbbing—thick, veiny, dripping pre-cum. His eyes were dark with possessive fury and raw lust, chest heaving as he caged her against the tiled wall with his body.

“Think you can just come in here dripping another man’s cum and not get fucked?” he growled, voice low and rough, hands slamming on either side of her head. Before she could answer, he hoisted her up—big hands gripping her thick thighs, spreading them wide as he thrust his cock deep into her soaked pussy in one brutal stroke.