Bell screamed out as he bit her already sore neck. Oh she was going to be covered in bruises but high off the pleasure she hardly cared. She’d wear them as proudly as she always had the ones she got from Wyn when she convinced her big sweet girl to be rough. Scrambling blindly against the wall as her feet left the ground under the force of the large man, Bell moaned as she felt her insides expand. God, she never though she could feel so full and he was still cumming.
Head rolled to the side and eyes closed the blue woman shuddered as she came again. Her tentacle writhing in his tight ass and squirting out her second load. His hammering thrusts hitting her prostate and milking her dry. She didn’t think she’d ever cum quite that hard before, especially not so close together.
Breathing hard, she really needed to come down, she wasn’t sure if her sore body could take much more pleasure as over stimulated as she was, “Fuck, fuckfuckfuck, oooh god damnit, you fucking oooh.”
“Aahhhfuck…” Wayne groaned deeply as he felt her tentacle twitching and shooting inside of him, eyes rolling back as he enjoyed the feeling of being cum into immensely.
He’d never felt it like that before and god damn he was already addicted.
Panting roughly against Bluebell’s neck, he pulls his teeth from her flesh and begins to lick and gently suck at the sore area as they come down, not moving any more and closing his eyes against the throbbing behind his eyeballs.
The adrenaline high was wearing off, the frustration and the anger he’d had bleeding away in the wake of his climax.
And oh boy did it hit him like a fucking rock.
Breath catching in his throat, Wayne froze up for a few seconds before pressing his lips softly to her neck again and swallowing thickly.
“I-… You… Are, you.. Okay?” Wayne asks in a whisper, not trusting his voice to be steady.What in the everliving fuck had he done?!
Shuddering as they both came down from their climaxes, Bluebell tried to reorientate herself, but she felt small and soft. Fucking in public was always a rush, but after hard sex like this, she just wanted to be curled up in a soft bed. The soft kisses on her aching neck were helping.
She could smell the change in his mood before he even spoke. “Don’t,” she groaned. Don’t regret me, please not that. Don’t regret that. I can’t take it. Aloud, she continued, “Fine. ‘m fine.”
Her earlier bravado had melted away as she stood there, stuffed full of his cock and leaking their combined fluids. Just a young woman, with more insecurities than sense. More brains than confidence.She had no idea what should happen next, what even could happen next.
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