He came. The load, thick and hot, erupted inside her. The cum, flooding her canal, filled her. The pressure, the 'he-is-filling-me-again' pressure, made her body arch. Her belly, the soft dwarven belly, swelled slightly. The overflow, leaking from her entrance around his shaft, ran down her thighs. Onto the floor. Onto the desk's leg.
He pulled out. The cock, emerging from her pussy, was followed by a gush of cum. The white fluid, thick and heavy, poured from her entrance. Her pussy, stretched and gaping, did not close. The hole, the ruined entrance, was a tunnel of pink flesh and white seed.
He stepped back. Zipped his pants. The motion, casual and routine, was the 'I-am-done-with-her' dismissal. He walked. Toward the door. Past Dorin. Without looking at either of them.
Meg lay on the desk. Her body, bent and used, was still. Her face, slack and empty, bore the 'fucked-past-thought' expression. Her pussy, leaking, was a mess. Her mouth, open, drooled.
