"Nothing about you is dirty, Sabrina," he growled, voice low and reverent, laced with raw desire.
"You’re fucking perfect—every hole, every inch. Clean, sweet, and made to take everywhere."
It was true.
Sabrina was the picture of radiant health and beauty—skin silky and glowing, scented faintly of vanilla and the clean soap she’d used that last morning.
Even after hours of being fucked senseless, stretched and filled and soaked in their combined release, she slled intoxicating, felt like heaven.
There wasn’t a single part of her that wasn’t pristine, inviting, begging to be claid.
She opened her mouth to protest again, a weak "But—" forming on her swollen lips, but Ross chose that mont to press forward.
His thick thumb breached the tight ring with steady, unrelenting pressure until—pop—the muscle gave way and he sank in to the first knuckle.
"Ahhhh—!" Sabrina’s cry was sharp, raw, a mix of shock and sothing far more dangerous.
Her back bowed violently, fingers clawing at the sheets as the dual invasion hit her like lightning.
His monstrous cock already split her pussy impossibly wide, dragging along every sensitive ridge and slamming into depths that made her see stars—and now a thick intrusion in her virgin ass, stretching that untouched ring with a burning pressure that bordered on too much.
For a heartbeat she tensed, breath caught in her throat, tears springing to her eyes from the sheer intensity.
It felt dirty, forbidden, overwhelming—but the burn quickly twisted into a dark, throbbing heat that spread through her core like wildfire.
Ross held still inside her pussy, letting her adjust, while he twisted his thumb gently, scissoring it to open her further, coaxing those tight walls to relax around him.
"Shhh, baby," he soothed, leaning down to press hot, open-mouthed kisses along the sweat-slick curve of her spine.
"Just trust . Feel how good it is... how your greedy little ass is already sucking in."
Sabrina whimpered, face buried in the pillow again, but her hips gave the tiniest experintal rock—testing the sensation, chasing it.
The sha still flickered in her mind, hot and humiliating, but it was rapidly drowning beneath waves of raw pleasure.
Every subtle shift drove his cock deeper into her pussy and pushed her ass back onto his thumb, igniting nerves she never knew existed.
Ross growled approvingly at her involuntary movent and began to move again—slow, deep thrusts into her cunt that deliberately forced her body to ride his thumb in perfect sync. In... out... in... out... the rhythm hypnotic, relentless.
He added a second finger alongside his thumb, stretching her wider, and Sabrina’s muffled scream vibrated through the mattress as fresh cream gushed from her stuffed pussy, coating his shaft and dripping down her thighs in filthy rivulets.
The feeling was indescribable: pressure in both holes, fullness so complete it bordered on pain, pleasure so sharp it felt like ecstasy and ruin all at once.
Her clit throbbed untouched, swollen and desperate; her nipples scraped the sheets with every rock of her body; her toes curled hard enough to cramp.
Orgasm built faster than ever before—a brutal, coiling storm in her belly that promised to shatter her completely.
"Please... oh god... Ross..." she babbled, voice breaking, no longer sure if she was begging him to stop or to never stop.
Tears stread down her flushed cheeks, mixing with drool on the pillow as she surrendered entirely.
He curled his fingers inside her ass, searching, and when he found that secret spot that made her vision white out—Sabrina scread outright.
Her entire body seized, pussy clamping down like a vice around his cock, ass fluttering wildly around his fingers as the most violent orgasm of the night tore through her.
Wave after wave crashed over her, relentless, until she was sobbing and shaking, barely able to breathe through the intensity.
Ross fucked her through every spasm—cock slamming deep into her convulsing cunt, fingers plunging into her clenching ass—milking the climax for all it was worth, drawing it out until she was a trembling, boneless ss beneath him.
Only when the last aftershock faded did he slow, letting her collapse forward slightly, both holes still stuffed full.
He leaned over her, chest to her back, lips brushing the shell of her ear.
"That’s my good girl," he whispered, voice rough with pride and promise.
"Took it so perfectly. And we’re just getting started on this pretty little ass."
Sabrina could only whimper in response, body twitching with aftershocks, utterly lost to the addictive haze of being completely, irrevocably claid in every possible way.
Ross never once stopped teasing and claiming Sabrina’s ass as he ravaged her pussy in every conceivable position.
His strong hands were obsessed with those firm, rounded cheeks—kneading them roughly, spreading them wide to watch his thick cock disappear into her dripping folds again and again.
He slapped them lightly at first, then harder, reveling in the way they jiggled and flushed pink under his palms.
When he finally pulled her on top of him, letting her ride him with wild, desperate abandon, he slid one slick finger deep into her tight, virgin ass.
He pumped it slowly at first, then matched the frantic rhythm of her bounces, twisting and curling it inside her until the dual penetration made her scream in overwheld ecstasy.
Her walls clenched frantically around his cock and finger alike, milking him as though trying to pull him even deeper.
He knew, with dark certainty, that he would fuck that tight little hole soon—stretch it wide, fill it completely, make it his just like the rest of her—but not tonight.
Today was dedicated entirely to breaking in her pussy, training it to crave only his shape, his size, his relentless rhythm until she could never imagine another man inside her.
And train her he did—masterfully, rcilessly, for hours on end.
Ross explored every sexual position known to lovers, and then so made possible only by the superhuman strength and stamina his powers granted him.
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