Her womb was breached. The orgasm that followed was different from her sister's — less violent, more prolonged, a sustained, rolling wave that made her entire body shudder and jerk. Fluid sprayed from her pussy in weak, intermittent spurts. Her belly bulged obscisely with each thrust, the outline of his cock visible through her skin.
He fucked her. Not for an hour like her sister — he had been pacing himself, saving energy for what was to come — but for a solid twenty minutes of deep, rhythmic, womb-pounding thrusts that left her hoarse from screaming and weak from coming.
Pah pah pah pah pah!
"OUNGH~!! HNNNGH~!! AAANGH~!! NIEENGH~!!"
Then he stood.
