Hot, dense ropes of seed erupted straight into her deep bowels.

He flooded her gut, pumping out his boiling climax. His hips twitched and bucked against her soft ass, grinding out every last drop.

Gia’s entire body went rigid, convulsing around the invasion.

A broken, breathless smile warped her pained expression. The sheer volume of his release proved too much; warm, sticky cum began to leak around the base of his shaft.

It bubbled from her overstuffed rim, mixing obscenely with her stretched, inflamed anal flesh.

"Thank you—thank you, Master—"

She babbled deliriously between wet, choking sobs. Her chest expanded in erratic, ragged gasps, making her cleavage heave against his skin. "Have me—fuck me—destroy my body—"

Raven kept his firm grip on her waist.

His thick erection remained unyieldingly hard, deeply buried and now perfectly lubricated in his own mess inside her tight cavern.

Peering around Gia’s swaying torso, he locked eyes with Celia. She was frozen in place, one hand clamped over her mouth to muffle her whimpers.

Her core was a gushing waterfall. Her eyes were glassy, practically glazed over with a pathetic, desperate need.

"For being so hot to offer your body—"

He gave Gia a shallow, teasing upward pump, drawing a high-pitched squeal from the tanned girl.

"—let me lubricate it. I am going to fuck this one for two hours."

The promise of sustained ruination shattered what was left of Gia’s fragile mind.

She began to bounce on him immediately. Wild, sloppy slams against his pelvis. Her tears mixed with frantic moans as her massive boobs jiggled in a chaotic, dizzying mad display.

"Yes—yes—use me—fill my ass—break my anal—♡"

Celia couldn’t handle the distance anymore. She crawled closer, her knees dragging through the damp sand.

Trembling fingers immediately found her own throbbing clit, rubbing in frantic, messy circles.

She stared obsessively as Gia’s abused ring was mercilessly stretched and reamed. Foamy white cum bubbled out in thick splatters with every heavy, downward slam.

A few feet away, Nara weakly stirred on the beach.

Her own inflamed, gaping ass still twitched in the open air. She lazily turned her head, resting her cheek on the grit.

Through half-lidded eyes, she watched her Master effortlessly claim and stretch another untouched boundary. Her slick front let out one final, weak squirt of submission at the sight.

The truth was undeniable. She was just property. A plaything meant to be filled and broken. All of them were.

And under the pale moonlight, Raven began to move Gia’s body like a sex doll he had made them in earnest.

PAH! PAH! PAAAH! PHAACK!!

"HNGH~! OUNGH~!! HIEKK~!!!"

"AAANGHH~~!! MASTER~! MY ASS~!"

"FUCK~! DESTROY~! PROPERTY~!"

Raven’s grip shifted lower.

His thumbs pressed deep into the soft, yielding flesh of Gia’s waist, finding purchase where the sweat pooled before his fingers hooked firmly beneath the slick curves of her thighs.

He planted his bare feet wide.

The wet sand squelched under his toes. The broad, corded muscles of his shoulders bunched under his skin, lifting her entire fifty-kilo frame into the salt-laced breeze as if she weighed no more than a feather.

Gia rose into the air.

Impaled and helpless, she dangled like a broken toy. His thick shaft remained buried to the very root inside her stretched, trembling back passage, pinning her suspended in place. The obscene seal of their bodies let out a quiet, wet pop as her weight settled entirely on his groin.

Her tan legs swung without purpose above the beach.

With every brutal jerk of his hips, her massive, soft breasts heaved upward. The sheer momentum sent the swollen globes crashing against her own chin, the wet, fleshy slaps echoing loudly over the rhythmic crash of the ocean waves. The raw, cherry-colored peaks of her areolas tightened in the cool night air.

He held her steady.

To him, the soft curves of her hips and the grip of her thighs were just convenient handles built for his friction.

"Look at this little onahole," he growled, his breath hot against the shell of her ear.

He pulled her upward by her waist. The motion dragged his flared crown up the tight, ruined channel until the ridged head almost popped free of her clinging, puckered rim.

Her overused, swollen pink flesh chased his tip, clinging to the mushroom-like head in a lewd, messy kiss.

Then he dropped her.

Gravity and his own downward thrust slammed her back onto the thickest part of his pole with bone-jarring force.

PAH!

"AAANGHH~~!!" Gia’s head snapped backward.

Thick veins stood out like taut dark cords along her throat, pulsing visible rhythms beneath her tan skin as her heart hammered against her ribs.

PAH! PAH!

"OUNGH~!! HIEKK~!! M-MASTER~!!"

Her stiff, jutting nipples bounced in wild, erratic arcs. The raw peaks scraped her own collarbones, friction turning the sensitive nubs an angry, bruised cherry-red.

Tears broke from her lashes.

Each scalding drop splashed against his chest, tracing paths through his sweat before rolling all the way down to where his thick, vein-corded shaft stretched her tight ring beyond all natural limits.

Her untouched slit twitched and convulsed.

Unbearable heat flooded her lower belly, pushing hot, syrupy trickles from her swollen, weeping folds. The juices ran freely down her slick taint, pooling in a messy puddle right where his rigid base met the stuffed cleft of her ass.

The honey from her front mixed with the raw, slippery mess of her back.

It coated his dark skin, brewing into an obscene, frothy lubricant that allowed him to glide that extra, gut-bruising inch into her deep bowels.

He tossed her on his waist like a toy.

Up and down. Her dimpled hips were his steering wheel. Her searing heat was his custom sleeve. Her consciousness was melting into static.

Hormones surged through her system, boiling her blood.

Every brutal, gut-rearranging stretch sent her chest into an aching frenzy—a feeling where raw worship and painful surrender fused into one throbbing pulse.

She sobbed because the stretching friction burned so badly she forgot how to inhale.

She moaned because the cursed, glowing mark carved into her flesh took that very same pain and scrambled it into pure, dripping devotion.

PAH! PAAAH!

"HAAIYAANGH~!!"

Her vocal cords frayed. The veins near her collar bulged, tracing thick green lines under her flushing skin as her mouth hung open, begging for more punishment.

The constant, traitorous drool from her front never stopped.

A thick, clear ribbon of nectar hung from her swollen lips, painting the base of his intrusion as he used her own arousal to punish her back passage.

He used her own pathetic anatomy against her.

She provided the very slickness that allowed him to wreck her from the inside out, and the searing brand made her crave every degrading thrust.

Raven thrust his pelvis upward to catch her freefalling weight.

PAH! PAH! PAAAH!

"OUNGH~!! D-DEEP~!! BREAKING~!!"

Gia’s massive breasts swung upward. The underboob sweat flew in droplets as the heavy mounds slapped her chin, leaving faint red marks across her jawline.

Celia shivered on her knees.

The grit of the cool sand scratched against her shins. Her puffy, aching slit wept a steady stream down her pale thighs, but a far sharper, hotter burn gnawed at her ribs right behind the glowing brand.

She watched Nara crawl into the space between Raven’s wide-set stance.

The pale woman tilted her head, her lips parting as she found his heavy, swollen sac. The dark flesh was slick with sweat, swinging like pendulums with every jarring impact of Gia’s descent.

Nara drew one full orb past her bruised lips.

Her tongue flattened to bathe the sensitive skin, undeterred even as Gia’s thick, rebounding ass cheeks crashed down into her forehead.

The blunt collision smacked Nara’s skull.

She gagged. The orb pushed deep against her uvula, but she refused to retreat, her throat muscles locking in flawless, humiliating submission.

"Chuuuwup... slurp... Master’s balls... so full...♡"