Time blurred for Chloe. She had no idea how long Sonny had been fucking her — hours, maybe more — but she hadn't been keeping track. The only clue was the shifting light through the window, though she had barely noticed it, lost as she was in the relentless waves of pleasure.
After exhausting her in the full nelson, Sonny switched her to a standing doggy position, forcing her to grip the table until her legs trembled from exhaustion and nearly gave out.
How long that went on... an hour? Chloe couldn't tell.
Finally, she was utterly spent. Sonny moved her back to the bed, seating her with her toes tucked beneath her butt. He pressed her upper back down, forcing her shoulders toward her knees, and resumed pounding her relentlessly, burying himself deep inside her tight rear with every stroke. He continued until the last drop of cum shot inside her, leaving her slick and stretched.
'My goodness, he's going even deeper, and he has cum seven times in a row! I can't take it anymore,' Chloe thought, her mind hazy from pleasure.
She was utterly lost with her eyes rolled back, mouth open in moans and screams, every sense consumed by the feel of her still-throbbing rear and the way her hands gripped the edges of the bed for support. By the fifteenth orgasm, she had long lost count.
Somehow, Sonny felt more energized than usual, though she couldn't explain why. Perhaps he had taken some kind of stimulant, but what sort of thing could make someone fuck like this endlessly?
If humanity had discovered such a thing, everyone would be in heat, fucking like rabbits!
'Fuck, this ass is incredible. This has to be the last one.'
Unlike Chloe, who was near her limit, Sonny maintained complete control for the rest of their session. One hand dug into her asscheek while the other pressed firmly on her back, holding her in place to give him perfect access to her tight rear. His cock drove deep, and he enjoyed the view of her massive, bouncing butt moving with every thrust. He suddenly increased the pace, pounding harder. His hips slammed against her, his balls slapping her soaked pussy, a mixture of torment and ecstasy that left her trembling.
Grunting, Sonny glanced down at her.
"I'm about to cum."
Chloe weakly turned her head with pleading eyes.
"F-Fine… please… let it be the last one," she whispered.
His cock thickened and throbbed harder than ever before, making Chloe tense with worry. He didn't stop; just as the first drops of his cum began to escape, he drove one final thrust, keeping every inch of himself buried inside her. Chloe's body convulsed, her own orgasm crashing over her as his massive load filled her completely. Cum spilled out, coating her buttocks and lower back.
Sonny slowly pulled out while still climaxing, the last ropes of his seed splattering directly onto her butt and thighs, leaving threads glistening across her backside.
Following that, he collapsed onto the bed, completely spent, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. A satisfied grin spread across his face as he muttered with a playful tone:
"Wow… talk about a wild ride, huh?"
Chloe whispered, barely audible, "I-I can't feel my legs."
He chuckled, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Ah, that reminds me… I should probably take a picture of this."
His gaze swept over her massive ass, glistening and coated in his cum, almost like it had been painted white. Sonny decided it would be a shame to let the moment go uncaptured.
Summoning the last reserves of his strength, he stood up from the bed and staggered toward the spot where he had dropped his pants, determined to immortalize the scene.
Sonny crouched slightly, bracing himself as he aimed his phone.
"Say cheese!" he murmured, a teasing grin tugging at his lips. Chloe's breathing was ragged, her body still quivering from the final waves of pleasure. Her legs, though shaky, were planted firmly as best she could manage, giving him just enough stability for the shot.
Click!
The first photo captured the perfect angle of her rear, the curves framed by the lingering mess. Sonny tilted the phone, snapping a few more from different angles — one from above, highlighting her arch; another from behind, capturing the bounce and sheen of her still-throbbing ass.
Blinking her eyes, Chloe watched him silently.
"Y-you're… really taking pictures?"
Sonny smirked.
"Of course. I mean, who wouldn't want to capture a masterpiece like this?"
He leaned back, scrolling through the images with a satisfied hum. This wasn't the first time he had photographed her. There were shots from when they first had sex, protected, in her bedroom, where the room had been littered with used condoms. And then there were the more intense, unprotected sessions, which had left an even bigger mess.
As he flipped through the photos on his phone, Sonny realized that, compared to 'that' one encounter, those earlier scenes were relatively tame. But he quickly decided not to dwell on it.
'Now what to do?'
Looking at the still collapsed Chloe, Sonny scratched the top of his head. It seemed like she couldn't move at all.
Not knowing what else to say, he muttered,
"Um… we should hang out like this more often."
His comment earned a growl from Chloe, but her response wasn't what he expected.
"That would be… good."
She said with an unusually sweet voice.
"But only if you don't leave me unable to walk, you big-cocked bastard! I seriously doubt I can go to school tomorrow!"
And her scold came in an angry manner then she gritted her teeth.
It seemed like she had returned to her original personality.
For some reason, Sonny felt relieved. Somehow, his childhood friend, the Chloe that he knew, hadn't disappeared.
In the end, it was just sex.
Slowly, Chloe lifted her head and sank into a seated position, rubbing at her throbbing temple.
"Ugh… my head hurts," she groaned. "Wait, what time is it? And why is it so damn dark in here?"
Sonny glanced at the time displayed on his phone.
"Hmm… looks like it's one o'clock on the dot."
Chloe's lips curled into a wry smile.
"Well, that explains a lot… oh, wait a minute…"
Her eyes suddenly widened as realization struck.
"What did you just say the time was?"
"Huh? I said it's one am. What's the big deal?"
"What's the big deal?! It's one o'clock in the morning, you idiot!"
Hearing that panicked cry, Sonny froze completely.
It was at this point he realized something was terribly wrong. Chloe had come over around 7 p.m., yet now the clock read 1 a.m.
Doesn't that mean it was already 1 a.m.?
No. Scratch that... more accurately, it meant they had completely lost track of time.
Simply put, both of them had been wrapped up in each other for a full six hours straight, and now, the next day had arrived.
"Oh, shit!"
Finally realizing the situation, Sonny began to panic. But it was Chloe who was in even deeper trouble.
She flopped onto the bed, clutching her head, rising her voice in a frantic shriek.
"Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! I'm so dead! My parents are going to kill me! I'm so dead!"
Sonny's eyes widened as he watched her freak out, realizing just how much trouble she was in. He scratched the back of his head nervously, trying to come up with something or anything to calm the frantic girl down.
"Uh… okay, okay, maybe don't panic just yet. We can still figure something out. Who knows? Maybe they won't notice you are gone. I mean… you looked asleep most of the time, right?"
He paused as Chloe raised her head and glared daggers at him.
"Looked asleep'? Sun, we've been… we've been... ugh! Never mind! This is so bad! Oh God, where is my phone?!"
The ivory-haired girl abruptly shot up from the bed, her eyes darting around the room in frantic disarray. It was a rare sight, panic didn't suit her at alll.
Well… not exactly rare.
Sonny had seen this side of her before, and it always came down to the same thing: her parents. Well, anyone would be intimidated by them. And despite the delinquent vibe she gave off, Chloe was actually a strong student, with grades that went well beyond just decent.
A few minutes later, she was already dressed back in her school uniform. Spotting her phone where she'd left it, she snatched it up with a grimace. The screen lit up, revealing a flood of missed calls and unread messages. Her stomach dropped, and she nervously bit at her fingers.
"Shit! This is not good at all! I have to go, right now!"
She rushed toward the door in a panic. But before she could reach for the handle, Sonny's voice stopped her.
"Hey, wait a second… You're not seriously thinking of going back like that, are you?"
Chloe froze and glanced at him. "What are you talking about?"
Sonny pointed toward her crotch. She followed his gesture, then winced even harder. His white seed was still trailing down her thighs, unmistakable against her skin. Unless someone was blind, there was no way it would go unnoticed.
Sonny continued,
"Listen, I get it that you're panicking, and for good reason. But going back this late isn't the best move. Just call them. Say you're spending the night at a friend's place."
Chloe blinked.
"You… want me to spend the night with you?"
Sonny tilted his head slightly, curling his lips into a small smile.
"I mean, yeah. Wouldn't it be like old times?"
She didn't answer immediately.
The truth of his words lingered in her chest. Back when they were kids, the three of them would often crash at each other's houses for sleepovers, though never at Marcus's, for reasons no one ever talked about. But those days had ended long ago, and that incident had only made things worse.
Her eyes clouded with a storm of emotions, cheeks tinged with color before a deep frown settled on her brow.
Unlike her, Sonny still hadn't dressed. He sat there completely bare, his body exposed, especially the part of him that had already begun to stir back to life, standing as if ready for another round.
It was brutally honest.
Gritting her teeth, Chloe spat out without remorse.
"…Put some damn clothes on, you shameless prick! How can you even think about another round when I can't even feel my legs?!"
Sonny only uttered in confusion:
"Eh?"
Her cheeks burned a deep crimson as she gripped her phone so tightly her knuckles whitened. It seemed like she was genuinely contemplating hurling it at him, or better yet, beaten him senseless.
But there was no time for either. Instead, she yanked the door open, stormed through, and slammed it shut behind her with a resounding bang.