When Luca finally pulled free, the evidence of what they'd done spilled out immediately.
A flood of pearly fluid cascaded from her swollen pussy, dripping onto the sheets below, too much for her small body to contain.
Luca watched, mesmerized, as her asshole twitched and clenched around nothing, as more of his release continued to leak from her.
His cock stirred again at the sight—God, he wanted to bury himself back in that heat, to claim her all over again—
But first, he had to check on her.
"Are you all right?" He moved to lie beside her, one hand gently stroking her sweat-damp hair. "I'm sorry if I got too rough. I should have—"
Luna turned weakly, flopping onto her back with a blissed-out, exhausted smile.
"No, Luca. It's—it's all right." Her voice was dreamy, distant, satisfied. "I loved it. I've never felt so much happiness in my entire life."
He breathed a sigh of relief.
But then her face shifted. A flicker of confusion.
"It does feel...weird, though. In my belly."
