With an audible groan, Ross buried himself to the hilt one final time and came, his cock twitching as thick, hot seed flooded her unprotected pussy. The sensation of him releasing inside her pushed her over the edge once more.
Her back arched. Her legs locked. Her breath caught in her throat.
Her body trembled as wave after wave of pleasure exploded through her, shattering her completely. A string of smaller orgasms rippled through her—aftershocks that wrung out every last ounce of resistance she had left.
By the time it was over, Colleen was barely conscious. Her head lolled against the wall, her body limp in Ross's arms, her cunt still twitching from the overstimulation. Her mind, once filled with questions and protests, was now nothing but static.
She had been taken. Used. Filled.
And part of her... couldn't even bring herself to care anymore.
