She felt him shift.
His seed was still warm inside her anal, settling deep, and she felt the slow withdrawal begin — not rushed, not careless, the same deliberate patience he had used on the entry, pulling back through her clenched ring in one long, unhurried drag.
The exit burned.
A clean, specific burn that ran from her tailbone forward and left her feeling hollowed in a way that her body immediately and traitorously registered as a loss.
She said nothing about that.
He was lying over her now.
His chest against her back, his weight distributed along the full length of her body, his arms bracketing her shoulders on either side, his face near her temple.
His cock — already hardening again, because apparently he had no concept of limitation — rested against her ass in the space between her cheeks, warm and present and making its intentions clear without any announcement.
She felt the cockhead press against her anal again.
