Chapter 71 The Virgin Offering Iii

• She couldn’t breathe through the fullness.
• Her belly ached, stretched tight from the weight of his cum, every breath a shallow gasp as her body struggled to contain what he’d forced into her—again. His knot pulsed inside her, keeping her locked in place, sealing her up like his body didn’t want to let go, didn’t want to risk a single drop slipping out of her.
• Her thighs trembled, twitching with each little clench of her still-aching pussy, slick and ruined and so, so wet. There was no fight left in her limbs. Just heat and ache and that deep, drugging throb between her legs where he stayed buried, cock thick, hard.