"I’m going to make you release," I said, my fingers tightening on her ribs, digging deep into the soft, sweat-slick flesh until my knuckles paled against her skin.
"Please," she breathed, her voice muffled against the crumpled sheets. Her face was turned to the side, cheek pressed into the fabric, black hair sticking to her damp skin.
The single word ca out raw, desperate, more plea than permission. She wanted it more than I did. She needed the extraction. Her hips shifted back slightly, offering herself, her body trembling with unt hunger.
I had thought this would be easy. The system gave no post-climactic surge, no softening rcy. I focused, breathing hard, and felt fresh blood rush back into my cock. It swelled again, heavy and thick, rising hard against her ass, still slick with our combined fluids.
Her pussy was visible between her spread thighs, swollen, dripping with my cum that slowly leaked from her stretched hole in thick, pearly strands. But my eyes landed on the other hole. The tight, puckered ring of her asshole, slightly glistening, clenching visibly under my stare.
I gripped her ribs harder, fingers sinking deeper into her yielding flesh, locking her in place. My hips shifted forward. The swollen head of my cock pressed against her asshole, the blunt pressure firm and insistent. The tight ring resisted at first, a hot, wrinkled barrier that fluttered and tightened under the contact.
I pushed. Slowly.
The thick head stretched her open with brutal, gradual force. Her asshole yielded inch by inch, the tight muscle blooming around my girth in a burning, vise-like grip. The friction was intense, scorching, almost dry despite the slickness of my cum, every milliter a slow, devastating invasion. Her inner walls clamped down imdiately, a powerful, rippling resistance that made my cock throb harder as I sank deeper.
Eleanor’s entire body jerked. A sharp, broken gasp tore from her throat, followed by a low, guttural moan that fractured into pieces with every new inch I claid.
"Ah—fuck—"
Her hands clawed desperately at the sheets, tearing fresh lines into the fabric. Her back arched deeper, ass pushing back against despite the overwhelming pressure. The tight ring of her asshole stretched obscenely around my thick shaft, the skin there pulled taut and shiny as I buried myself further into her forbidden heat.
I kept pushing until my hips t her ass, fully seated inside her. The heat was unbearable. Tighter, hotter, more intense than her pussy. Her inner walls pulsed and fluttered wildly around , squeezing in rhythmic, involuntary spasms that milked my entire length.
Then I started moving.
My hands pulled her back onto as I thrust forward, building speed. The rhythm turned high and relentless, the heavy slap of my hips against her ass growing louder, wetter, more obscene with every stroke. Each withdrawal dragged her tight ring outward along my glistening shaft before I drove back in, burying myself to the hilt again and again.
Eleanor’s moans ca out in broken, shattered pieces, raw, animal sounds tid to every powerful impact.
"Ah—! Fuck—! Yes—"
Her body jolted forward with each thrust, breasts crushed against the mattress, hands scrabbling for purchase on the ruined sheets. Her asshole clenched violently around my cock, the intense suction and friction pushing us both deeper into the raw, taboo madness of the mont.
I increased my pace with each new surge of progress.
[Extraction progress. 60% → 70%]
My hips slamd against her ass harder, faster, the wet, violent slap of skin on skin echoing off the tent. My cock drove deep into her asshole with relentless strokes, stretching her tight ring around my thickness again and again. Eleanor was completely losing it beneath . Her moans fractured into raw, broken cries. Her back arched violently, spine curving like a bow as her hands tore at the sheets.
[70% → 80%]
Her entire body began to shake uncontrollably. Sweat poured down her spine. Her asshole clenched around in powerful, erratic spasms, milking my cock with crushing force. I could feel her pussy dripping steadily beneath us, my earlier cum mixed with fresh arousal leaking down her thighs in ssy rivulets.
[80% → 90%]
She was gone. Completely lost. Her voice cracked into a continuous, desperate keening sound, face buried in the ruined sheets, black hair plastered to her skin. Every brutal thrust made her jolt forward, her full breasts swinging heavily beneath her, nipples dragging against the fabric. Her thighs quivered violently. Her hands clawed blindly at anything she could reach.
[100%]
I stopped. Buried to the hilt in her twitching asshole, I held perfectly still. Eleanor’s entire body seized.
A raw, guttural cry tore from her throat as her pussy suddenly poured. A hot, sudden gush of clear fluid erupted from her swollen cunt, splashing forcefully onto the sheets beneath her in heavy, pulsing streams. Her walls contracted so violently I could feel it through the thin barrier separating her holes, wave after crushing wave that made her asshole flutter wildly around my cock.
She pulled herself forward and down, almost crying, a broken sob escaping her open mouth. Her whole body tensed into one long, shattering contraction, every muscle locking, trembling, then releasing in violent spasms. Her pussy continued to open and close rhythmically, squirting the last of what she’d held inside for years in ssy, shining pulses that soaked the bed and dripped onto the golden stones below.
I pulled out slowly. The mont my cock left her stretched asshole, she collapsed.
She slid off the edge of the bed, legs too weak to hold her. Her body hit the floor with a soft thud, landing on her back on the warm golden stones. Her mouth hung open in a silent, shocked pause. Then she coiled hard, knees drawing up, back arching off the stone as another powerful aftershock ripped through her. Her pussy continued to pulse visibly, opening and closing in helpless spasms, releasing thin, final trickles of cum and squirt. Her asshole twitched in tandem, still gaping slightly from the brutal stretching, clenching on nothing.
She pushed herself weakly off the floor, only to fall back again, limbs jerking as if I were still inside her. A final, hoarse shout tore from her throat. Raw, animal, and completely broken, while her body shook through the last devastating waves of release. Her toes curled tight. Her fingers scraped against the stone. Her chest heaved in great, gasping breaths.
Then, slowly... she cald.
Her body stretched out fully on the golden stones, arms falling limp to her sides, legs parting slightly. The lantern light washed over her sweat-drenched skin, highlighting every tremor, every glistening trail of fluids, every faint twitch of overstimulated muscle. Her breasts rose and fell in deep, recovering breaths. Her eyes were half-closed, dark and glassy, staring up at nothing.
[Extraction complete]
I stayed on the edge of the bed, breathing hard, watching her. The weight of what had just happened settled over like a second skin. I felt... changed. Different. As if sothing fundantal had shifted inside .
I let her cool down in silence, the only sounds in the room her deep, ragged breathing and the faint flicker of the lantern fla. The night held us both in its quiet aftermath.
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