The carriage stopped with a lurch that nobody inside noticed.
Sarah lay slumped against the velvet bench with her legs splayed and her dress a ruin around her waist. Her auburn braid had come half undone, loose strands plastered to her sweaty forehead. Both of her thick thighs glistened. Her chest rose and fell in small ragged hitches, nipples still fat and puffy, and from her pussy and her thoroughly used ass, a steady warm trickle of seed crept down onto the cushions, pooling in the seams.
The last several hours of road had transformed her. Every point he had poured into his stats had done its work on her body, sensitizing her past anything a dwarven wife was built to endure.
She had bounced on him the entire ride, moaning herself hoarse, cumming until her voice cracked, and even now, hours after he had finished with her, her body kept twitching.
