The days melted into a relentless blur of raw, unbridled lust in the McCall mansion. Derek, his amnesia a stubborn veil over his true memories, had turned Stiles into his personal fucktoy—claiming her body everywhere, at any time. In the kitchen over breakfast, her bent over the island while he pounded her fat pink pussy from behind, cum dripping down her thighs as she tried to pour coffee. In the pool during “swims,” her legs wrapped around his waist as he fucked her deep under the water, bubbles rising with her muffled moans. Even in the home gym, her on all fours on the mat, ass up as he slammed into her from behind, sweat mixing with slick, her massive tits swinging like pendulums. Derek was insatiable, his tall, ripped body healed and hungry, stretching her holes daily—pussy clenching around his thick cock, ass gripping him like a vice—filling her with load after hot load until she leaked constantly, her porcelain skin flushed, nipples perpetually swollen from his rough sucks and pinches.