The next two days were a blur of pure, unrelenting ecstasy for Stiles and Derek. With Jackson gone and the staff on holiday, the mansion became their personal playground. Derek fucked her everywhere—waking her with his cock in her mouth on the first morning, then bending her over the kitchen table for a quick pussy pounding while she tried to make coffee. “Mmm… morning cum for breakfast, baby?” he’d growl, thrusting deep as she moaned. They moved to the home gym, where he had her ride him on the weight bench, her fat tits bouncing wildly. “Bounce harder… make those tits slap… this pussy’s my workout.” In the library, he pressed her against the bookshelves, fucking her ass slow and deep while whispering filthy praises. “Books all around… but you’re the only thing I wanna read… clench that tight hole.” The pool saw round two—her legs around his waist again, water splashing as he railed her. “Fuck me in the water… your cock splashing inside me… cum deep!” Even the garage, on the hood of Jackson’s fancy car, her ass prints smudging the paint as he took her from behind. “Marking his car with your cum-dripping pussy… slutty revenge.” They came hard every time, dialogues dripping with dirt: “Your cock’s addicted to my fat pussy…” “And your holes love my loads… take another.” By the end of day two, Stiles was sore, glowing, and utterly spent—cum leaking from every hole, body marked with bites and slaps.