Her thighs shifted, rubbing together, a weak attempt to relieve the unbearable tension building between her legs, but it did nothing. The fullness was too much, her body too tight, but she didn’t care. Lizzy’s heart pounded in her chest, her skin flushed with anticipation as she watched him undress, her entire body trembling with need. A creak echoed in the room as the door opened again. Smith stood over her, his eyes cold and calculating as he looked down at her trembling, spent form. Her hands gripped the sink, cold porcelain biting into her palms. Too much. “That I belong to you,” she whispered, her voice thick with need. She could feel his cum inside her, thick and heavy, making her belly feel stretched, swollen. Desperate for him. Lizzy’s breath came in short, ragged bursts, her entire body trembling with the intensity of it. Just like before. Smith groaned, his hands gripping her hips as he pounded into her, hard and fast. The clink of cutlery and the low hum of the machinery were the only sounds, but to Lizzy, the silence was suffocating. His cock pulsed as he spilled into her, hot and thick, the warmth spreading inside her.
