Thick, hot ropes of milky white jizz spurted from his tip, splattering across Claire’s soft thighs in messy streaks.
The sticky warmth coated her skin, dripping slowly down her trembling legs.
Claire remained collapsed on the bed, panting heavily, her chest rising and falling as though she’d just run for her life.
The room smelled thick of sex, the sound of their breathing loud in the silence.
Her hazy eyes fluttered half-open, and she shivered at the sensation of the sticky warmth sliding down her thighs.
"I-I can’t believe... I did this..." she muttered, cheeks blazing with heat, shame and pleasure mixing inside her.
Slowly, almost unwillingly, her gaze lowered. And then her eyes widened in shock.
Damien’s cock was still rock hard. Maybe even harder than before.
Her breath hitched. Her pussy clenched instinctively at the sight.
The thick shaft was glistening with her juices, strands of his cum clinging along its length. It was lewd, filthy, and far too enticing.
Damien’s lips curved into a dark, satisfied smirk.
"Did you think it’s over...?" he said lowly, his voice rough, sending shivers down her spine.
He gave his cock a slow, deliberate stroke, spreading the mess across its thick length, his hand moving languidly as if savoring the moment.
"Now..." he muttered, his eyes gleaming as he leaned closer, "come here... and clean this up."
Claire’s eyes narrowed, her lips trembling as she muttered softly, "W-what... do you mean?"
She cast her gaze aside, unable to look at him directly. Her delicate fingers fidgeted restlessly against each other, betraying the storm of conflict raging inside her.
Damien’s lips curled into a low chuckle, his tone both amused and commanding as he lightly tapped on his cock, the heavy slap echoing faintly in the quiet room.
"You know what I mean," he said, his voice dripping with dominance.
At the same time, his eyes gleamed with a sinister glint, and he silently invoked [Devil Whisper].
The skill slithered into Claire’s mind like a dark temptation, gently planting and reinforcing the thought—suck him off, wrap your lips around it, take him in.
Claire’s breath hitched. Her throat bobbed as she gulped hard, the whisper lingering in her head until it drowned out all reason.
Slowly, with trembling limbs, she crawled toward him.
And then... there it was.
His thick, protruding cock stood right before her face, an intimidating pillar of flesh that pulsed with heat.
Her eyes shook at the sheer size of it. She trembled uncontrollably, her mind flashing back to the moment he had spread her apart and entered her earlier.
’How...? How did something this massive actually fit inside me...?’ she thought in awe.
Her cheeks flushed red, and she shuddered again as she remembered the waves of unbearable, intoxicating pleasure that had consumed her. Her thighs pressed together subconsciously.
With hesitant fingers, Claire reached out, her soft hand wrapping gingerly around his veiny shaft.
She gave it a slow stroke, biting her lip as the warmth and hardness throbbed against her palm.
But Damien’s smirk only deepened. His voice was rough, commanding.
"Not like this."
Before Claire could even react, his hand shot forward and gripped the back of her head firmly. Her eyes widened in shock, lips parting as she gasped.
And then—he drove himself forward, burying his entire cock deep down her throat in one brutal thrust.
"Mmhhphhh—!!" Claire choked violently, her eyes watering as her throat stretched to take him in.
Her hands instinctively shot up, clutching onto his torso desperately, nails digging into his skin for support.
Damien grunted in pleasure at the tight suction of her throat, his grip on her head unyielding. He held her there for a moment, savoring the way her gagging noises vibrated around his cock.
Then, without pause, he pulled back just enough for her to gasp a ragged breath—before thrusting right back in, even deeper than before.
Her muffled cries and wet gagging filled the room, each thrust slamming against the back of her throat as Damien guided her with merciless precision.
Meanwhile, on the other mattress, Nora was gasping softly in shock.
Her eyes were wide open, glued helplessly to the sight of Claire choking and gagging on Damien’s cock.
The wet, obscene noises filled the room, echoing alongside Claire’s muffled cries and Damien’s deep grunts.
’W-what do those two think... they are doing?’ she thought, her heart pounding so violently it almost deafened her.
She had been awake for a while now. The haze of drunkenness that had clouded her mind earlier had already burned away completely—ever since her ’little interaction’ with Damien.
Her body still tingled with the memory of his touch. She had been pretending to sleep this whole time, not wanting to draw any suspicion.
But now... now she wasn’t so sure if that was the right decision anymore.
Gawk! Gawk! Gawk!
Her whole body flinched at the wet sound of Damien’s thick shaft thrusting mercilessly into Claire’s throat.
Her cheeks flushed crimson, her breath growing uneven as her thighs instinctively pressed together.
’It’s so huge... how is she even taking it?’ she thought, shivering at the raw brutality of the act.
Her mind betrayed her as the memory resurfaced—how that same massive cock had felt in her hands earlier, its weight, its heat, the way it had twitched against her touch.
The recollection sent a jolt of heat racing through her body.
She tried to turn her gaze away, tried to squeeze her eyes shut and force herself to sleep.
But it was impossible.
The more she watched, the stronger the warmth between her thighs grew, spreading like fire that begged to be soothed.
Her hand trembled as she slowly raised it to her lips, her fingertips brushing gently against them.
’He’s so rough... with her mouth...’ The thought made her body quake, her breath shaky.
Almost unconsciously, her other hand slid downward.
She gently cupped her breast through the thin fabric of her clothes, giving it a slow squeeze, her back arching ever so slightly as a muffled whimper escaped her lips.