I pulled out slowly—deliberately—watching her abused hole gape wide for a heartbeat, the pink inner walls glistening and twitching, trying to close but too stretched to manage it right away. A thick string of her own cream and my precum connected the head of my cock to her ruined ring before it snapped, dripping down her crack.
Mira whimpered pathetically, hips twitching forward like her body was begging for to stay inside. "Dexter... please... I can’t... it’s too sensitive... my ass is—ahh—still throbbing..."
I grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back so she had to arch for , tits thrusting forward into Angela’s waiting hands. My voice ca out low, rough, rciless.
"Too sensitive?" I mocked, slapping the heavy head of my cock against her gaping asshole—once, twice, three tis—each wet thwack making her jolt and cry out. "This hole was made for my cock, Mira. You begged for it earlier—whimpered like a bitch when I first pushed in. Now you’re gonna take every brutal inch until I fill you so full my cum leaks out for days."
Angela pinched Mira’s nipples harder, twisting them until fresh tears spilled. "Hear that, sister? Your husband’s not asking. He’s telling you. That greedy little asshole’s gonna get wrecked again—properly this ti. No rcy. No pulling out until he paints your guts white."
Lisa crawled even closer, face inches from the action, fingers still buried in her own cunt. "Fuck... look how it’s winking at him. Still open, still hungry. She’s gonna scream when he slams back in."
I aligned myself again—head pressing against that slick, puffy ring—and drove forward in one savage thrust. No warm-up. No gentleness. My cock speared her balls-deep in a single, brutal plunge, stretching her asshole wide open around my girth. The wet schlorp of her hole swallowing whole was obscene, followed imdiately by the heavy slap of my balls against her soaked pussy.
Mira’s scream shattered the cave air—raw, surprised, broken.
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHH—!! DEXTER—!! TOO DEEP—!! YOU’RE TEARING APART—!! MY ASS—FUCK—IT BURNS—!!"
Her whole body convulsed, back bowing so hard I thought her spine might snap. Tears poured down her face in rivers, mixing with drool that slipped from her gaping mouth. But her hips—traitorous, needy—pushed back against , taking deeper even as she sobbed.
I didn’t give her a second to breathe.
I started pounding her—hard, fast, rciless. Long, punishing strokes that pulled almost all the way out—leaving just the head inside, watching her hole cling desperately—then slamd back in to the hilt, balls slapping her clit with wet, rhythmic violence. Every thrust made her squirt again in weak, helpless spurts, her pussy clenching on nothing while her asshole milked like a fist.
"Take it, you filthy little whore," I growled, voice thick with lust and possession. "This ass is mine now. Feel how deep I am? Feel my cock rearranging your guts? You’re gonna walk bow-legged tomorrow—cum leaking out of this ruined hole every step you take."
Mira’s moans turned into a continuous, shattered wail—words barely coherent between sobs and gasps.
"Dexter—please—rcy—!! It’s too much—your cock—ripping open—!! I can feel every vein—every thrust—hitting so deep—!! My ass—my poor ass—!!"
Angela laughed cruelly, slapping Mira’s bouncing tits hard enough to leave red handprints. "rcy? You don’t get rcy, sister. You get filled. You get claid. Look how your hole’s gaping around him—pink and wrecked, clinging like it never wants him to leave. Beg for his cum instead. Beg him to breed your dirty little asshole."
Mira’s resistance crumbled completely. Her voice cracked into desperate, filthy pleas.
"Please—Dexter—fill —!! Cum in my ass—!! Breed —!! I need it—need your hot cum deep inside—!! Ruin —make leak for days—!! I’m yours—your whore—your wife—please—!!"
I fucked her harder—faster—hips snapping with brutal force, balls slapping her soaked cunt so hard it echoed like wet applause. Her asshole spasd wildly, rippling in frantic waves, milking toward the edge.
"Fuck—here it cos, baby girl," I snarled, gripping her hips so hard I’d leave bruises. "Gonna flood this tight little ass—mark you from the inside—make sure you never forget who owns you."
One final, savage thrust—burying myself balls-deep—and I exploded.
Hot, thick ropes of cum erupted deep in her guts, painting her inner walls white. Pulse after pulse—endless, forceful—filling her until I could feel the pressure building, her asshole clenching desperately around like it was trying to hold every drop inside.
Mira scread again—high and broken—as the first hot spurt hit her depths.
"OH GOD—DEXTER—!! I FEEL IT—!! YOUR CUM—SO HOT—FILLING —!! MY ASS—OVERFLOWING—!!"
Her body convulsed in another violent orgasm—pussy squirting weakly one last ti against my slapping balls, asshole spasming so hard it milked every last rope from . Cum started leaking out around my shaft—thick, white rivulets dribbling down her crack, mixing with her juices and pooling on the mat.
I held her impaled, grinding deep, letting her feel the final pulses—letting her asshole flutter and clutch around my still-throbbing cock as it softened slowly inside her ruined hole.
When I finally pulled out—slow, deliberate—the sight was obscene: her asshole gaped wide, pink and wrecked, a thick stream of my cum pouring out in a slow, creamy waterfall, dripping down her thighs, soaking everything beneath her.
Mira collapsed forward onto her stomach—ass still high, trembling, cum leaking steadily from her stretched hole—sobbing softly in exhausted, overwheld bliss.
Angela stroked her sweat-soaked hair, voice tender now but still filthy. "Look at that beautiful ss... filled to the brim. Our new sister’s asshole is officially claid. Leaking husband’s cum like the perfect cumdump she is."
Lisa moaned, crawling forward to lap at the creamy trail running down Mira’s thigh. "Fuck... I want to taste it. Want to clean her up while she shakes."
I knelt behind Mira, sliding two fingers into her gaping, cum-filled ass—pushing my seed deeper, making her whimper and twitch.
"You’re ours now, Mira," I murmured, voice low and possessive. "Every hole. Every scream. Every drop of cum. No going back."
Mira turned her head weakly, eyes glassy, lips trembling into a shy, broken smile.
"Yes... husband... I’m yours... all yours... forever..."
Under the bright cave light, surrounded by her new family, our newest wife lay ruined, filled, and utterly claid—cum still leaking from her destroyed asshole as the night stretched on, promising more.
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