His cock swelled. She felt it—felt the additional thickness, the way her pussy stretched another impossible fraction—and then he came.
The flood was immediate and devastating. Hot and thick and far too much. It hit her cervix with the first pulse and she felt it in her spine.
Her orgasm tore through her before the second pulse landed.
Not a gentle orgasm. Not the controlled kind she'd given herself privately, the kind she'd managed with occasional partners.
This was structural. This was her entire nervous system overloading simultaneously—every nerve from her toes to the back of her skull firing at once—this was her body rewriting itself around a new definition of sensation.
"''AAAAAAA~!!♡♡♡''"
Fluid sprayed from her pussy around his cock. Gushed down her thighs. Pooled on the sheets beneath them.
Her womb filled. Swelled. She felt bloated. Heavy. Full in a way she'd never felt.
Then Raven pulled out.
And threw her.
