Zeyra was still trembling underneath him, her pussy fluttering weakly around his cock as the last aftershocks of her orgasm rippled through her body. Thick white cum mixed with streaks of her virgin blood slowly leaked out around where he was still buried deep inside her.
But she wasn't done.
Not even close.
She stared at him with that terrifying obsessive intensity. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him down so she could kiss him desperately, biting his lower lip hard enough to draw fresh blood.
"More…" she whispered, her voice hoarse but hungry. "Don't you dare pull out. I want you to break me again."
Sol let out a low, dark chuckle, his cock twitching inside her at her words.
"Greedy little thing," he muttered, then grabbed her thighs and pushed them back toward her chest, folding her in half.
He started thrusting again… slow and deep at first, letting her feel every thick inch dragging along her sensitive, freshly-fucked walls.
