Sable's head thumped back against the glass. Tears streamed freely now, but her hips kept meeting his thrusts, greedy and shameful.
"Y-yes… yes, Master… two of them… held her legs open against the wall while the third… while he… ah—!! H-he fucked her just like this… they took turns… all night…"
"And?" Raven's next thrust was especially hard, the PAH echoing sharp. "Was his cock as big as this?"
A broken, almost hysterical laugh mixed with her sob.
"N-no… they were half… half the size of it… Mother cried the whole time… she kept saying it hurt… kept begging them to stop… but I… why do I feel good? Why does it feel so good when you do it?"
Her voice cracked on the last word. The confession only made Raven fuck her harder. He pounded her against the wall like she was nothing but a warm, wet hole made for this exact purpose—his personal slut, his screaming little hybrid toy.
PAH-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap!
