Trembling. Her body was a map of what had been done to her. Her pussy—gaping, bloody, leaking cum. Her belly—distended, full of seed. Her throat—sore, raw, the taste of cum still coating her tongue. Her face—wet with tears, with cum, with the residue of his cock.
He pulled her up.
By the hips. Like a bitch. She was on her hands and knees. Her ass was in the air. Her face was on the stone. Her breasts were pressed against the cold rock. Her nipples scraped. Her ass was exposed. The cheeks were spread. Her anal was visible.
Small. Pink. Clenched. Tight. The ring of muscle was puckered. It had never been touched. Never been penetrated. It twitched. It pulsed. It clenched and unclenched with her breathing.
He looked at it.
He placed his cock against it. The head was enormous against the tiny opening. The contrast was obscene. Purple head against pink ring. Twelve inches against nothing.
He pushed.
