Chapter 67: Carrot Cake (18+)
The hut was a riot of desperate sounds—wet slaps, ragged moans, and breathless cries bouncing off the wooden walls like a filthy symphony. Allen was destroying Rinni’s pussy with a savage rhythm, his hips pistoning hard and fast, every thrust ripping into her tight, dripping cunt with a delicious brutality. "Ah—Ah—fuck—Rinni, you’re mine," he growled, voice rough like gravel as his cock slammed deep, deeper, shoving her closer to madness.
Rinni’s ears twitched wildly, her breath hitching between shaky gasps. "Allen—please—harder—fuck me raw—I’m your stupid little masochist bunny—fuck me until I’m nothing!"
Her voice cracked, trembling on the edge of pain and pleasure, the wet squelch of their fucking loud and relentless—slap slap slap—his cock plunging in, her slick walls clenching fiercely around him.
Nearby, Nyra whimpered pitifully, her bruised body trembling on the floor. Her voice was barely a broken whisper, soaked in raw need and humiliation. "Please... Master... fuck me... I’m yours... I’m your broken slut... please..."
Allen’s eyes flicked toward Nyra, dark and hungry.
He slowed just enough to hiss in Rinni’s ear, "Go on, play with her. Show her what happens when she begs."
Rinni crawled forward, hands trembling but hungry, fingers trailing eagerly over Nyra’s bruised hips and trembling pussy. Nyra gasped, her body shuddering under Rinni’s teasing touch, mixing helpless moans with desperate sobs.
Fina’s eyes blazed, watching the scene unfold like a storm ready to break. Allen caught her gaze and pulled her close, chest pressing against hers, voice low and teasing. "Jealous, my kitten?"
Fina’s breath hitched, but before she could answer, Allen slipped two fingers inside her, pushing deep. She flinched, a sharp, delicious jolt shooting through her.
"Mm," Allen murmured against her skin, "didn’t think you’d be this wet."