Stiles panting, wiping the remnants of Derek’s cum from her chin with the back of her hand, her tits shiny and sticky from the load he’d just blasted all over them. She stood up slow, legs a little wobbly from the intensity, her pink lips curving into a satisfied smirk. “Fuck, Derek… you cum so much. I love it.”

But before she could say more, Derek surged forward—surprising her—his big hands grabbing her waist and yanking her against him. He crashed his mouth onto hers in a deep, filthy kiss, all hunger and no hesitation. His tongue plunged in, tangling with hers, tasting his own cum mixed with her spit. One hand slid down to squeeze her fat ass—hard, fingers digging into the soft flesh, kneading it like dough.