94|| Immunity, at last.

The table creaked harshly with her back on it. Anna had her arms over her face and head turned away from him. Her legs were weak but he held one of them up as he spread her open for him even more. Her pussy was almost numb. She had lost count of how many times she came and how many times he came inside her.

She was mixed with tears, cum and sweat. Her body, sticky from the experience.

He pinched her nipples and her mouth fell open, a shocking moan tearing out from her- the sound almost unrecognisable. She had lost her voice.

How long had it been already? It felt like hours had passed and it didn't seem like he would stop.

"How do you intend to satisfy me if you laze around like this, huh?" he joked. The humour in his voice was an insult to her. He mocked her even in this state. She was pitiful in his eyes, no doubt but even in her state, she was determined to see it to the end.

Who fucked her? Who spoke? Who touched her body with hands that seemed like it just couldn't get enough? Who