His voice was so 'even'.
Like a man asking whether she wanted tea.
His hands kept their slow, unrelenting weight.
"'Yes — yes — yes, I accept, I accept—'"
PAAH!!!
"'AANGHH—!! HHIIEEKK~!!'"
Her body slammed down onto him — or he pulled her down, she couldn't tell, the distinction had dissolved — and her anal walls parted around his cock the way something tears rather than stretches, a sudden, breathtaking give that pushed the air from her lungs in a single broken shriek.
Her head dropped back.
Her tongue came out.
Her eyes — wide, shocked, brimming — pointed at the stars.
Her breasts swung forward with the impact and smacked his chest, the nipples dragging against him as she convulsed around the intrusion, her body trying and failing to reject something too thick, too deep, too 'there'.
'What—what is that—it's splitting—it's—'
She couldn't form a complete thought.
