He placed her on the ground.
Not gently. Not roughly. Simply. His hands released her ass. Her body slid off his cock— the shaft emerging, wet, bloody, slick. She hit the ground. Her back hit the grass. Her legs fell open. The left one spread naturally.
The right— the stump— fell to the side. The gap between her thighs was wide. Wider than it should have been. Because of the missing leg.
Because the stump did not reach the ground. Because her body, without the right leg, was asymmetrical. Unbalanced. She looked like a doll. A fuck doll. A toy that had been arranged on the grass with its legs spread and its pussy leaking and its breasts bare and its mouth open.
He spread her thighs.
His hands found her knees. He pushed them apart. The left knee hit the grass. The right stump— he pushed it. It rested on his thigh. The gap was enormous.
Her pussy was exposed— completely. The hair was dark. Wet. Matted with blood and seed and juice.
