"Nnnghhh~! Ahhhhn~! Y-Yes~! Yes~!"
"Hyaaah~! M-Master~! Too deep~!"
"Mmmphhh~! Ghlkk~! Nnngh~!"
The room echoed with quivering moans, wet flesh slapping, and breathless gasps as the moon slowly faded and the first rays of dawn began to creep through the broken windows.
On the bed, two figures lay utterly destroyed.
Helena sprawled on her back, legs spread wide in an obscene V-shape. Her brown nipples were swollen and raw, dried remnants of milk crusted around them. Her massive breasts sagged to either side, marked with bite marks and bruises. Her eyes were closed, her chest heaving as she gasped for air.
Drip... drip...
Her pussy—gaped wide, stretched beyond recognition—leaked clear juices constantly. Every few seconds, her body would convulse involuntarily, and a fresh gush of fluid would squirt out, soaking the already drenched sheets beneath her.
She looked like a fucked-out breeding sow, used and discarded.
