That broke him.
His hips slammed forward with one final thrust, burying himself completely before he exploded. He groaned as thick ropes of cum spilled deep inside her, pumping again and again.
Her body shook, both of them gasping, drenched in sweat and filth. His hands gripped her waist tight, holding her in place as he emptied every last drop into her.
The Queen collapsed forward on the table, her body trembling in the aftermath. Julian fell on top of her, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.
He didn't move for a long moment—just rested there, his cock still inside her used hole.
"That was... so good," she grunted, her voice strained and breathless.
"Yeshh," Julian groaned, not even fully forming the word. He braced one hand against the edge of the table, the other sliding down to grip her hip possessively.
He kissed her shoulder, then pulled back with a long sigh. Slowly, he withdrew, his cock slipping wetly from her.
