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Adam grabbed a fistful of Melissa’s hair and pulled. She stumbled up from her knees, still gasping, face wet with spit and the last of his cum. He dragged her the few steps to the bed and shoved her forward. She hit the mattress on her stomach. He was on her before she could turn over.

He kicked her knees apart. One hand stayed in her hair, pinning her cheek to the sheet. The other shoved between her thighs, found her cunt, and spread her open. She was soaked. Two fingers slid in easy. He pulled them out, lined himself up, and pushed.

The head stretched her. Melissa made a sharp sound into the mattress. Adam didn’t stop. He fed her inch after inch until his hips met her ass and he was buried to the balls. Her cunt clenched hard around him, tight, still adjusting. He stayed there. Didn’t thrust. Just held himself deep, hands spreading her ass so he could watch the way she gripped the base of his cock.

They faced the open doorway. Melissa’s hands fisted in the sheets. Her breath came fast.

“Tight,” Adam said. His voice was low against her ear. “Tighter than I expected. This cunt’s never taken anything this thick, has it? You’re gripping me like you’re trying to keep me out and pull me deeper at the same time.”

Melissa moaned. Her hips shifted, trying to move, but he held her still.

“I’m going to ruin it,” he continued. He flexed inside her. She gasped. “I’m going to fuck this pussy until it’s loose and dripping. Until you can’t close your legs without feeling how wide I stretched you. I’m going to stay buried in you and cum so deep you’ll be leaking me for hours. On this bed. On the sheets your stepsister used to sleep on.”

“Yes,” Melissa breathed. Her voice was wrecked. “Do it. Ruin me. I want it. I want you to fuck me until I can’t think. I want your cum in me. Fill me up. I don’t care. Just— please. Start moving. Fuck me. I’m so full already and you’re not even moving. Please.”

She tried to push back onto him. He held her hips down.

“You’ll take what I give you,” he said. “And you’ll thank me for it when I’m done.”

Melissa’s fingers twisted harder in the sheets. Her cunt fluttered around him, wet and tight, still trying to adjust to the stretch.

“Please,” she said again. “Please fuck me. I earned it. I swallowed you. I took your cock down my throat. Now fuck my pussy. Please. I need it. I’m begging you.”

Adam’s hands tightened on her ass. He stayed buried. Still. Deep.

A shape moved in the doorway.

Mia stepped out of the hallway shadows. Fully naked. Her skin was flushed. Her thighs shone with her own wetness. She stood just inside the room, hands on her hips, and looked at them. At Adam’s cock buried to the root in Melissa’s cunt. At Melissa’s face turned toward the door, mouth open, still begging.

Melissa saw her.

She froze.