He moved her to the table.
Not gently — the grab of a man with a purpose, his hands finding her hips and lifting her still-trembling body from the floor, her legs dangling, her pussy trailing a thin thread of mixed slick and blood that connected her to the floor for a half-second before breaking.
She made a sound.
"Hnn — wai—"
He set her on the table's edge.
Her ass hitting the wood with a soft impact, her legs falling open automatically with the placement, her pregnant belly rounding forward between them, her boobs still heaving from the second orgasm's aftermath, the dark nipples visibly raw from the milk and the earlier handling.
She grabbed the table edge with both hands.
Her knuckles white.
He lifted one of her legs.
