
Arya didn’t let her rest. The moment his breathing evened out, he pulled his softening cock from her dripping cunt, a thick stream of his seed following the retreat and pooling on the ruined sheets. He stared at the mess between her thighs, the mixture of cream and milk glistening on her skin, and his cock twitched, already fattening again with terrifying speed.
"Get up," he growled, his voice rough with lust. "We’re not done."



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