He started thrusting again and again, his shaft reaching her womb, entering her womb.
She felt the most profound pleasure of her life. She cried, begging him to continue. He was hitting the back wall of her womb, relentlessly.
Her hands felt numb, but he continued thrusting, his hips slamming into her. She lost count of how many times she climaxed.
She cried and moaned in pleasure, telling him never to stop.
He continued with a grin, his eyes dark with desire.
Then, finally, he climaxed inside her again, a deep, primal release.
She cried out in ecstasy, her body shuddering violently.
He left her, huffing, his body spent. She crawled back onto the bed to her place, her body aching, unable to take another round.
She licked his cum that coated her inner thighs, her body spent and used.
"Sleep now, Thristle," He murmured, stroking her hair.
She nodded, her eyes fluttering closed, already drifting into a deep, contented slumber.
