Derek didn’t waste another second. He scooped Stiles up like she weighed nothing, her thick thighs wrapping around his waist, fat tits pressed against his chest. She moaned into his neck, grinding her dripping pussy against his abs as he carried her upstairs, Peter and Jackson right behind them, cocks hard and swinging.

He kicked open his bedroom door and tossed her onto the king-sized bed. Stiles landed on her back, legs falling open instantly. She reached down, spreading her fat pink pussy lips wide with two fingers, showing them everything—swollen clit, glistening hole, strings of slick stretching between her thighs.