Not even slightly

The sound he made as he came was not human.

A roar, deep and ragged, ripped from the guard’s chest as he slammed Emily hard against the tree, his cock buried to the root, pulsing thick and violent inside her. She gasped—no, choked—as the first hot gush of cum filled her womb. It was so much. She could feel it—warm, heavy, flooding her already aching insides as his hips bucked again, grinding, grinding to keep it buried deep.

Her legs twitched. Her fingers scraped bark.

Her brain tried to think—but she was too full. Too stretched. Too overwhelmed.

And yet—

This is a dangerous day, something small and lucid whispered in her fogged mind. A really, really dangerous fucking day.

But she didn’t say it out loud. Couldn’t.

Not with him still inside her. Not with her pussy spasming around that thick cock, milking more from him.

And then the world blurred.

-0-

Emily was draped over the same bench where Tasha had first spread her legs, her knees on the seat, arms stretched along the backrest. The guard stood behind her, massive hands gripping her hips, pulling her back into each slow, crushing thrust. Her breasts hung beneath her, swaying, nipples raw from earlier friction, moans caught in her throat as he stuffed her again.

Not far away, Tasha was sprawled across the gravel in front of the bench, legs spread wide while Jake pounded her pussy with abandon. Cam knelt at her head, cock in her mouth, groaning as her lips slid down his length.

-0-

He’d spun her around again, pressing her front to the same rough bark, one arm across her chest, pinning her in place. Emily’s legs were barely holding her up now, her thighs sticky, her cunt battered but still clutching him greedily as he fucked her with long, brutal strokes. Her face was turned to the side, lips parted, eyes glazed, hair matted to her cheeks.

Behind them, Tasha was on all fours atop the blanket of discarded clothes, Jake in her mouth, Cam behind her, slapping into her pussy while she moaned around the other man’s cock, face dripping.

-0-

Emily lay on her back near the tree’s roots, legs spread wide, feet braced on the guard’s shoulders. The Ferris wheel loomed overhead, casting lazy, colored glows across her flushed skin. Her body rocked with each thrust, her belly fluttering from overstimulation, pussy visibly stretched around his enormous girth. Cum leaked from her with every thrust—and he hadn’t even finished this round yet.

Just beside them, not even a full bench-length away, Tasha was straddling Jake again. Her body bounced wildly in the colored light, sweat streaking her thighs. Cam crouched behind her, guiding his cock back into her ass as she threw her head back in a hoarse, broken moan.

-0-

Emily was barely aware of how many times she’d come.

How many times he had.

She only knew the guard never lost his grip on her.

And she never once told him to stop.