Nothing could possibly stop him

Julio’s hips bucked once, twice—then he drove in hard, deep, his cock buried to the hilt, his body tensed tight behind her like a drawn wire. His breath hitched in a hoarse gasp, and with a final, savage groan, he slammed forward and let go.

His cum spilled hot and thick into her, pulse after pulse, deep inside her soaking cunt. Emily’s mouth dropped open in a moan she couldn’t stop, her whole body shuddering as she felt him throbbing inside her, the sudden flood of heat tipping her over the edge. Her walls clenched around him, milking every drop, her hips jerking, back arching as she cried out, "Yes—yes—yes!"

And then—CRACK.

His palm landed across her ass, open and hard, the impact echoing loud in the tiled room. Emily shrieked, her voice jumping with the shock of it, the sting blazing across her skin like fire. Her knees buckled, breath ragged as she braced herself against the sink, ass pushed high, thighs shaking. A red handprint bloomed instantly across her pale flesh, vivid and perfect, burning in time with her racing pulse.

Julio grunted, panting, his cock still buried in her, his hand resting possessively on her hip. “That’s what you needed,” he growled against her neck, voice low and proud. “You’re dripping with it. You’ll be leaking me all day.”

Emily moaned softly, her body trembling, her skin tingling with heat, her pussy still clenching around his softening cock. “God,” she whispered. “That was—fuck—that was so good…”

And she didn’t move. Not yet.

Not until he pulled out, slow and slick, leaving her aching, filled, marked.