Wicked Pleasures [Steamy Short Stories]
Karl shook his head, half-amused, half-stunned, silently wondering how the hell a woman like her ended up this depraved, but he didn’t care enough to ask.
“Now,” Maya purred, voice still shaky but greedy, “fill my cunt too.”
Karl gave a single nod. His right fist stayed buried deep in her still-pulsing asshole. Then he coated his left hand in more lube and lined it up at her dripping, swollen pussy.
The moment he pushed, her cunt opened like it was welcoming him home, swallowing his fist in one smooth, greedy glide.