Derek carefully lifted Stiles off the counter, her legs wobbly from the back-to-back orgasms, and set her down gently on the cool kitchen floor. Her robe hung open, big tits still heaving, fat pussy dripping a mix of their cum down her thighs. He smirked, eyes dark with lingering hunger, as he scanned the counter—spotting the bottle of honey she’d used for the pancakes.

“Mmm… look at this,” he murmured, grabbing the bottle and flipping it in his hand. “Honey… perfect for a sweet little ass like yours.”