All 7 at the same time

Ethan didn’t think he could cum again.

He was still sticky from the first time, stomach tacky with dried semen, his thighs sore. Snow White had passed out beside him for a few hours, curled against him like she’d belonged there all along. But now, early afternoon light spilled through the blinds, and she was awake again — and hungry.

Literally and figuratively.

She’d spent ten minutes poking at his mini-fridge like it was a treasure chest, gasping at soda cans, licking the fizz off her lips. But as soon as she turned back to Ethan, it wasn’t food she wanted.

Her dress was bunched at her waist, tits spilling out of the tight bodice, nipples stiff and begging to be sucked. She straddled his lap again, grinding her bare cunt against his cock that hadn’t even gotten fully hard yet.

“Up,” she commanded, voice soft but firm. “Get up, my prince. I need you.”

Ethan groaned, pushing his glasses up, his cock twitching despite how drained he felt. “I—I don’t know if I can—”

Her nails dug into his chest. “You can. You will. The dwarfs never told me no.”

He blinked at her. “The—wait—you mean—”

She smirked, rocking her hips so her slick folds rubbed against his shaft. “Oh, yes. All seven. They were eager little men, always willing to bury their faces in me, fill me with their tiny cocks. But…” Her lips curled, cruel and sweet. “…none of them had this.” She grabbed his cock and squeezed, precum already wetting her palm.

Ethan’s breath caught, his balls tightening again against all odds.

“Such a thick, beautiful cock,” she cooed, stroking him faster. “I knew when I saw you. I knew you’d be the one to split me open.”

Before he could reply, she sank down onto him, taking his half-hard cock inside her cunt with one smooth push.

Ethan screamed.

She was wet, tight, hot — so wet she slid down until he was balls-deep inside her, her thick bush grinding against his pelvis. Her cunt clenched and fluttered, milking him instantly.

“Ohhh,” she moaned, tossing her dark curls back, tits bouncing free of the bodice. “Yes. Yes. This is what I’ve been missing. A cock that fills me, stretches me, makes me ache.”

Ethan whimpered, already on the edge. “Fuck—I can’t—”

She slapped his chest, hard enough to sting. “Don’t you dare spill yet. I’m not done with you.”

Her hips worked faster, bouncing on his cock, juices splashing down his shaft, soaking his balls. She grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head, her tits bouncing in his face as she rode him raw.

“I want you to eat me after,” she panted, grinding down hard. “The dwarfs loved to lick me, tongues lapping at my cunt until I screamed. You’ll do it better. You’ll drink me dry.”

Ethan moaned, cock twitching helplessly inside her.

“Say it,” she ordered, her voice sharp. “Say you’ll lick me.”

His glasses were fogged, his face burning, but he gasped, “I’ll lick you—I’ll drink you—”

Her smile was wicked. “Good boy.”

She slammed down harder, cunt clenching around him. Ethan’s whole body jerked, balls tight, cock straining. She leaned down, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood.

Then she came.

Her pussy spasmed around his cock, soaking him, squirting down his thighs as she wailed into his mouth. Ethan lost it instantly, pumping his load deep inside her, cock jerking, balls emptying until he thought he’d pass out.

Snow White collapsed on top of him, still grinding her hips, milking every last drop. Her tits were mashed against his chest, her breath hot in his ear.

When she finally pulled off him, cum gushed out of her, thick and messy, dripping down her thighs onto his sheets. She stood, legs shaking, then licked his cum from her fingers with a satisfied groan.

“You’re mine now,” she whispered, eyes blazing. “My prince. My cock. My everything. The dwarfs were playthings. You are a man.”

Ethan lay there, drained, covered in sweat and cum, staring at the ceiling. He didn’t know if he could survive a third round.

But judging by the look in her eyes, she was already planning it.