A few days blurred by in the sprawling McCall mansion, each one a whirlwind of secret, insatiable depravity. Derek, still locked in his amnesiac haze, fucked Stiles relentlessly—claiming her body at every opportunity, his tall, muscled frame pinning her down in the gym, bending her over the pool table, or waking her with his thick cock deep in her fat pink pussy before dawn. He was a machine, pounding her holes until she leaked his cum constantly, her porcelain skin marked with faint bites and slaps, her massive tits and thick ass always tender from his rough hands. Stiles was in heaven—or hell—satisfied to her core, her slutty body thriving on the constant use.