Cora watched us, her face a mask of shock at the sheer intensity of it. Esme let out a long, shuddering moan, her pussy getting even wetter as she finally relaxed into the mattress, the initial sting fading into a heavy, pulsing ache.
Even though I had just come, my cock stayed rock-hard inside her. Between the scent of her, the tightness of her walls, and the raw sight of the blood on the towel, I couldn't help it. The connection felt permanent now—messy, raw, and completely ours.
I stayed buried deep inside her, my heart thundering against my ribs like a trapped bird. The air in the room felt thick, tasting of sweat and the iron tang of her first time. I looked down, watching the red bloom across the white towel we'd laid out. It was a stark, visceral reminder of what she'd just given up for me.
