Sable could only sob and moan and push back against him in broken, involuntary jerks. Her legs had long since given out; only his strength kept her upright against the wall. Every thrust punched a fresh wet sound from her overstretched ring. Her mind had gone white and empty except for the relentless rhythm and the thick heat forcing her open again and again.
Raven's breathing grew harsher. His grip tightened until his fingers would leave bruises. He drove into her one last, savage time and buried himself to the hilt.
"Keep taking it all..."
The first thick pulse of his release flooded her ass in a hot, heavy jet. Then another. And another. Sable felt every spurt, felt her guts being painted white from the inside. Her ring fluttered weakly around the base of his cock as he emptied himself deep, grinding against her as if trying to force even more of himself inside.
