Phei's control finally shattered.
His hands clamped down on Cassiopeia's narrow waist like iron vices—fingers digging so deep into the impossibly soft flesh that it spilled between his knuckles, bruising the perfect dip where her ribs flared into hips.
In one savage twist he ripped her off his lap, flipping her body mid-air and flinging her face-down onto the bed.
She crashed onto the mattress with a muffled cry—her massive, heavy breasts smashed flat beneath her, her diamond hard nipples scraping painfully against the silk sheets, face buried deep into the rumpled white fabric, mouth already falling open in shock.
Her back arched violently from the impact, forcing her round, fat ass high into the air while her knees slid forward on the silk. Both of her long, toned legs kicked up helplessly behind her, feet pointing straight toward the ceiling, toes curled tight, thighs spread obscenely wide in total, helpless surrender.
The position was pure, filthy perfection.
