Fills her

His thrusts lost their rhythm—just slightly.

The deep, punishing pace faltered for half a breath, a ragged sound rasped through the wall, and then he slammed forward, deeper than ever, the thick crown of his cock bruising her cervix one last time.

He came.

There was no warning. No grunt. No curse.

Just a sudden pulse inside her—a twitch so deep it made her jolt—and then a flood of thick, scalding cum poured into her stretched, aching pussy. Hot ropes splashed against the end of her, forcing a shocked whimper from her throat as her cunt clenched involuntarily, milking each heavy pulse as it poured out of him.

The pressure inside her built instantly—he was still thrusting shallowly, forcing the thick load deeper, stuffing her with so much it spilled back out around his cock, slicking her thighs with heat and wet. She could feel it leaking down already, a steady, humiliating drip of warm cum trailing down her inner thighs, down to her knees.

Her pussy fluttered—wet, sensitive, overstretched—still twitching around him, still open and leaking, completely bred.

And then he slipped out.

The sudden emptiness made her groan, low and broken. Her gaping cunt glistened, stretched red and messy, cream already spilling out in thick, hot trickles. A final lazy spurt of cum dripped from the tip of his cock as it retreated back through the wall and vanished.

Silence.

Emily stayed where she was, bare ass exposed, thighs trembling, cunt leaking onto the chair and tile below. Her breath came in slow, uneven gasps. Her clit still throbbed, her body still flushed and shaking, her insides filled with strangers’ cum, her hole raw and open, twitching from the pounding.

She didn’t dare move.

Not yet.