Her bladder surrendered.
A hot yellow stream burst from her empty cunt and sprayed across the balcony stones, hissing against the cold iron of the railing, spattering her own dangling tits, raining down between their legs as he continued to bounce her on his cock, and she could not stop it, could not even slow it, her body's last dignity leaving her in a golden arc while she wailed at the moons.
"Good girl," Raven chuckled, genuinely delighted, and carried her inside without ever leaving her ass.
The bathroom was small. He set her back against the basin counter, pushed her knees up to her shoulders, squashed her tits together between their bodies, and resumed, plunging into her loosened asshole in long full strokes while warm water hissed in the pipes and her head lolled against the mirror.
"Beautiful night, isn't it?" he said brightly, watching her face in the glass. "The moons, the breeze, the garden. Very good, my darling. Very, very good."
