The sound that came out of her hit the chamber stone and came back.
"'—KYAAANGHHH~!!!!!!—'"
Not a scream — a 'rupture.' The kind of sound that comes up through the lungs without asking because twelve inches arrived in a single stroke and her body's entire history of receiving had been six, had been six for every minute of every session prior, and now six was a memory and twelve was a present fact buried in her belly up to the base.
She grabbed his wrists.
Both of them — her fingers wrapping around his wrists where his hands still held her ass open, holding on the way a woman holds something when there is nothing else to hold, knuckles blanching against his skin.
