His hand clamped harder on her waist—fingers digging into that obscene curve, anchoring her as she moved. She fit him perfectly, the lush swell of her ass cradling his cock, the heat of her soaked pussy radiating just beneath, still swollen and dripping from how thoroughly he'd ruined her earlier.
She ground back again—a deep, languid stroke that parted her cheeks wider, letting his shaft glide through the slick valley, the fat head nudging dangerously close to where she was still tender and open.
"Careful," he warned, voice ragged, hips flexing involuntarily to chase the friction. "Keep that up and I'll spread you open and fuck you slow right here—watch this perfect ass take every inch while you moan into the pillow."
"I don't care," she breathed, pushing back harder, voice trembling with fresh hunger. "I'm sore and I still want it. Want you. Worth every ache tomorrow."
