Emma lay destroyed on the soaked altar, chest heaving, legs still spread wide in a trembling, obscene M. Her once-tight pussy was a ruined, gaping wreck, bright red, puffy, and twitching open and closed like a hungry mouth. Thick strands of her own squirt and cream hung from the stretched hole, dripping steadily onto the black silk that was now completely drenched beneath her ass. Her small tits glistened with spit and cum. Her face was flushed, eyes glassy, lips parted in a constant, broken whimper.

She had already cum more times than she could count.

And it still wasn’t enough.

Lilith stood between her spread thighs, but she was...