For the first time, she truly saw it—the cock that had made her a woman.
It glistened with her juices, thick and proud, a symbol of the pleasure she had just experienced.
Her lips parted slightly, her mind torn between awe and disbelief.
It looked impossibly large, every ridge and vein highlighted by the slickness of her release.
Hazel's cheeks flushed a deep crimson as she stared, unable to tear her eyes away.
The reality of what had happened between them settled over her like a heavy blanket, and yet a strange thrill coursed through her veins.
Ross smirked, his hand stroking himself lazily as he watched her reaction.
"See that? That's all you, Hazel. That's how much you wanted me. How much your body needed me."
His words sent a fresh wave of heat through her, and Hazel found herself unable to respond, her throat dry and her thoughts jumbled.
All she could do was nod faintly, her body still trembling with the remnants of pleasure.
Somewhere deep down, a small part of her wanted to deny what had just happened—to push it aside as if it were a dream.
But the throbbing ache between her legs and the sticky heat coating her thighs were undeniable proof of the truth.
"Hahhh…" Hazel gasped, her breath hitching as her eyes widened in shock as she observed a little longer.
She couldn't believe what she was seeing when her gaze traveled lower, and to her embarrassment, she noticed that even the sofa beneath them bore evidence of her release.
Her cheeks burned bright red.
She had never imagined her body could produce so much pussy milk… or that she could lose herself so completely.
It was overwhelming proof of the pleasure she had experienced—an undeniable truth to how thoroughly Ross had taken her to the peak of lovemaking.
Hazel's head spun as she tried to process it all.
Her body still trembled in the aftermath of her climax, and a warm, sticky heat lingered between her thighs.
She felt both exhilarated and mortified, her mind caught in a whirlwind of emotions.
This wasn't a dream.
This was real.
And for better or worse, she knew she would never forget it.
A few minutes later, Hazel's introspection was broken by our op evil Mc.
"I'm still hard," Ross's deep voice cut through her daze, his tone laced with a teasing edge, "and I haven't even come yet."
Hazel's heart skipped a beat as she looked up at him, her lips parting to speak, though no words came.
He smirked, reaching down to effortlessly scoop her up.
Her body felt like jelly—completely drained of strength from the intense session they'd just shared.
She was weightless in his arms, as though she had been made solely for him to hold and command.
"I guess we'll have to fix that, Hazel," Ross added, his voice sending a shiver down her spine.
Hazel's breath quickened as she clung weakly to him, her mind racing.
She wanted to protest, to say she needed a moment to recover, but her body betrayed her, responding instinctively to his touch.
Her legs trembled, and her heart pounded as he carried her with ease, like a predator toying with his prey.
The anticipation in the air was almost tangible, and Hazel couldn't help but wonder how much more her body could endure.
Thud!
Ross pressed Hazel firmly against the wall, her soft palms splayed out as she struggled to support herself.
He took his time positioning her, his large hands guiding her hips downward until her ass was at the perfect angle.
The curve of her body was mesmerizing—every line and dip exuding sensuality.
Her big, round ass stood out like a masterpiece, framed by the delicate strip of her thong that clung to her skin, teasing him with its fragility.
Ross didn't pull the thong off.
There was something about the way it barely concealed her that made her look even more irresistible.
The thin fabric stretched taut, outlining her heat, only serving to heighten his desire.
She was like a forbidden feast, and he intended to devour her completely.
He didn't use his hands—he didn't need to.
His monstrous cock, thick and impossibly hard, pushed against the flimsy thong, effortlessly brushing it aside.
The contrast between the rough, swollen head of his cock and the delicate lace was tantalizing, and for a moment, he simply teased her, letting the tip graze her cunt entrance.
Hazel's body quivered at the sensation, and a soft whimper escaped her lips.
Without warning, he drove himself deep into her.
"Ahhh!" Hazel gasped sharply, her body jolting forward as he filled her completely.
The suddenness left her breathless, her chest heaving as she pressed harder against the wall, trying to steady herself.
"Ughhh… Ross…" she whimpered, her voice strained and trembling.
"Stop… please, I can't… I can't take it anymore…"
Her words were punctuated by desperate gasps. Hazel had already come three times, her body utterly drained.
Her legs wobbled, barely able to hold her weight, and she clung to the wall as if it were the only thing keeping her upright.
Ross leaned closer, his lips brushing against the back of her ear as he spoke, his voice low and commanding.
"Just a little more, Hazel. Hang in there. Once I come inside you, you'll feel stronger than ever. Trust me."
She shivered at the promise in his tone, but before she could respond, Ross began moving again.
His hips thrust forward with a relentless rhythm, his cock slamming into her with raw, primal force.
Each motion sent shockwaves through her body, making her cry out as the sound of their bodies colliding filled the room.
"Fuck, Hazel…" he growled, his hands gripping her hips tighter.
Her skin was impossibly smooth beneath his fingers, her curves fitting perfectly in his grasp.
He pulled her back against him with every thrust, watching as her ass bounced and rippled with the force.
The sight alone was enough to drive him wild.