Allen didn't stop. Not when her legs twitched. Not when her breath bubbled out of her in short gasps. Not even when her tail thrashed like she was trying to swim away from the pleasure surging up her spine.
With slow, deliberate fingers, he slid his hands down her soft hips. Then, without warning, he grabbed her from underneath and spread her wide open.
Splrshhh—florrrtch.
Her poor pussy, already stretched and slick from his first pounding, peeled open again like a flower in bloom. The folds were puffy and glistening, trembling with each little pulse. Her body gave a full jolt, her lips parted in a dazed "Ooooh!" as she looked down at herself.
"Wha—what are you doing?!" she squeaked, cheeks burning pink. "That's—n-not supposed to be… that wide, right?"
Allen grinned, lowering his face between her legs. "You ever see a clam get pried open at a seafood bar?"
Her brows scrunched up. "Sea-food bar? Is that like… where clams go to drink?"
He blinked. "…Sure."
Her cunt twitched.
