The kiss was still going when the smirk formed.
She felt it against her lips — that small, quiet curl, not cruel, just knowing — and she pulled back just far enough to see his face.
He was looking down at her.
Not at her eyes. At 'all' of her. The grass-stained belly, the milk-damp breasts rising and falling hard, the thighs still trembling, the puddle still spreading warm beneath them both.
Like a man surveying something he'd just decided to keep.
She didn't have time to say anything.
He rolled her.
Smooth, decisive — the way you turn a page you've already read — until she was on her back, the cool night ground pressing into her spine, and he was above her, his weight settling between her thighs with the easy authority of someone who had never once in his life asked permission to be somewhere.
His cock found her entrance without him looking.
'Of course it did.'
PAAH—
"AANGHH~!!"
