The pounding had been so relentless, so mind-shatteringly filthy, she couldn't even feel her body anymore.
It was like she'd left her flesh behind and floated somewhere above, watching herself get wrecked.
Her ass cheeks? Red as a sinner's confession.
Her kitty? Swollen, raw, still twitching in little helpless spasms.
Her milkers? Marked up with angry bite prints, sore from being mauled like sacred offerings.
Her lips were puffed and glistening, bruised from hours of sucking and stretching around that monstrous cock.
She turned her head slowly, dazed eyes drifting to the side.
Rae lay there, passed out in bliss. Breathing soft.
Peaceful as a baby—if babies had ruined wives and a cock that looked like a shrunken but still menacing insect.
Even in its defeated state, the damn thing was still bigger than Alex's pride and joy.
'W-whatever. I did it for the innocent Rae to come back. Yes… that's it.'
