Allen didn't even pull out.
He stayed buried in Veyna's cum-filled pussy, his cock still hard, still twitching, soaked in the first round's mess. Her thighs were slick, inner lips glistening, smeared with thick cream that was already starting to drip onto the sheets beneath her.
Veyna was gasping into Kael's chest, her body limp but twitching, overstimulated and flushed. Her tail had gone limp around Allen's thigh, flicking weakly like it was dazed too.
But Allen?
Allen wasn't finished.
"Round two, slut," he growled into her ear, grabbing her hips with both hands. "And I don't want you quiet this time."
Her eyes went wide.
She shook her head, mouthing please, mouthing no, but her body betrayed her with another involuntary clench around him. Her walls rippled around his cock, squeezing like she wanted to be fucked harder—deeper—louder.
Allen pulled back just enough for his cock to slide halfway out—slick, glistening with their mixed fluids.
Then he slammed back in.
Schlk!
