She collapsed completely, her thick body sprawling bonelessly across the bed.
Her pussy gaped slightly, stretched and used, and she could feel his cum beginning to leak out—thick, warm fluid dripping down her inner thighs to add to the mess already soaking the sheets.
Her chest heaved as she struggled to catch her breath.
Her whole body was covered in sweat, her dark hair plastered to her forehead and cheeks.
Her breasts ached from their violent movement. Her throat was raw. Her pussy throbbed, stretched and sore but somehow... satisfied.
For the first time in longer than she could remember, Hana felt genuinely, completely satisfied.
Raven settled beside her on the narrow bed, his own breathing slightly elevated but nowhere near as wrecked as hers.
He reached out, his hand gentle now as it traced lazy patterns on her back.
"Good mare," he murmured, the words somehow affectionate despite their degrading nature. "You took every inch perfectly. Your body was made for this."
