After nearly half an hour of him pounding into her, hips slamming with a steady, merciless rhythm, his thrusts grew heavier, deeper, almost deliberate. Velkhara's nails dug weakly into his shoulders as the pressure in her belly coiled tight.
Then, with one final, brutal drive, he buried himself to the hilt. Her body jerked, pussy clamping around him in helpless spasms, milking him without her consent.
She felt the hot gush flood her insides, pulse after pulse, as if he were branding her from the inside out. Every throb made her shudder, her legs twitching on either side of his hips. The obscene heat spread through her core, dripping deeper, her walls tightening around him as though trying to keep every drop in.
By the time the last spurt left him, she was trembling, her insides still wrapped around his shaft.
