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He pulled her open, thighs spread wide, eyes stuck on that slick, swollen split between her legs. One finger slid right inside without asking, and he started working the tight ring of muscle below, testing how much give she had tonight. She stayed open, pussy getting wetter every time his knuckle brushed her clit, but every little twitch made his cock twitch right back. He knew she loved that stretch, loved when he got filthy with her holes like he was just testing the fit before he buried himself deep. The moment she moaned, he spat on his fingers and shoved two inside that greedy cunt in one slick thrust, palm grinding against her swollen lips with each pump. She whimpered again, hips jerking up to take more, like her body wasn’t done until she was stuffed full at both ends. His grip never eased on her thighs; he kept them spread, fingers dripping, cock already flushed and hard against his belly. Every shove made her hole suck and flutter, got her leaking down his wrist until the sheets went damp beneath her. He grinned, breath hot across her folds, eyes locked on every shameless clench like he had all night to watch her lose it. She was flushed from her tits to her cunt, breathing shallow, voice catching every time his fingers bottomed out and curled hard against her slick walls. And she stayed open, exactly how he’d told her to, because every second he kept her spread was another she got wetter, hotter, more his to ruin.