I pulled out of her with a wet, filthy sound.
Carrise's legs stayed bent and trembling, knees pushed back near her ears, her body folded and utterly exposed. Her pussy gaped open for a moment — a slick, ruined hole still twitching and pulsing from the brutal stretch — before slowly contracting, pushing thick white cum out in slow, heavy dribbles that ran down the curve of her ass and onto the ruined sofa.
Her dark eyes were glassy, lost somewhere far away, pupils blown wide. She was marked now. Something I still didn't fully understand.
My cock throbbed violently between us, still hard, veins pulsing, the head angry and slick. Another surge built deep in my core, heavier than anything I had ever felt before.
"What the—?"
It hit me like a dam breaking.
