ushernet Chapter 291- What a Bitch
Chapter 291- What a Bitch
He pulled out.
Not slow this time. One clean, deliberate withdrawal that dragged his full length back through her packed passage and popped free of her tight ring with a wet, obscene sound that vanished instantly into the cold desert air.
Nano collapsed fully into the sand.
Her small body just — stopped holding itself up. Every muscle she’d been clenching, every reflex she’d been using to brace herself against the overwhelming fullness, released all at once and dropped her flat into the cold grains, her cheek pressing down, her arms splayed out, her small ass remaining lifted slightly only because her hips hadn’t gotten the message yet.
Her pink anal winked open in the moonlight. Swollen red. Stretched and gaping and leaking a thin, filthy white trail of his cum that ran down over her flushed perineum and dripped from her puffy, soaked cunt lips into the sand.
She just breathed.
Long, shaking pulls of cold desert air that made her small ribcage expand visibly with every inhale, her stiff nipples grinding against the cold sand, her pale skin glowing amber and blue under the low moon.
He crouched beside her.
Looked at her.
The moonlight made everything starker — the wet tracks of tears down her sandy cheek, the flush that covered her from neck to inner thigh, the way her fingers had gouged desperate furrows into the cold grains during each thrust. He observed the way his cum leaked steadily from her small, ruined anal and traced downward, pooling against the swollen seal of her cunt, the lips pressed together and glistening and obscenely tight-looking for a pussy that had already been thoroughly used once today.
He reached out.
His hand slid beneath her hip.
"Turn over."
"I — I can’t—" Her voice came out cracked and sand-roughened. "My legs won’t—"
He turned her himself.
One easy roll — hand under her hip, hand at her shoulder — flipping her small body onto her back in the sand like turning a page. The cold grains bit into her spine immediately, coating her heated skin in a thin layer of grit that made her gasp and arch involuntarily.
Her small tits settled on her chest and swayed with the motion. The cool air hit her soaked cunt directly and she made a broken, helpless sound, her thighs pressing together by reflex.
He placed one broad hand on the inside of her left knee.
Opened her back up. Effortlessly. Like spreading a book.
Nano made a sound that wasn’t quite a word. Her head fell back into the sand, face turned toward the moon, tears running sideways from the outer corners of her eyes into her hairline.
"Cruxius," she whispered. "I can’t— I need— please, just— a moment—"
"I know."
His thumb found her clit.
The sound she made was entirely different from everything before.
Not pain. Not the high, fractured wail of a girl being stretched past her limits. This was lower, more involuntary — a sharp, bitten-off moan that her body produced before her mind could intervene, her hips snapping upward off the sand toward the pressure before she processed that she was doing it.
"Ngh—!! W-wait—!!"
He didn’t wait.
His thumb worked slow, clockwise circles over her swollen clit while two fingers traced the sealed lips of her soaked cunt with infuriating, deliberate patience — not entering, just tracing the outer edges, learning the shape of how swollen she’d become, how slick she already was despite everything, how her puffy folds parted the slightest fraction under even that light contact.
’Don’t,’ her mind managed. ’Don’t let him — don’t let your body — you’re already — don’t—’
Her hips rolled upward again.
"Hah~—" The sound leaked out of her open mouth before she could catch it. "Hnn— Crux—Cruxius don’t—"
"Don’t what?"
His thumb pressed down just slightly harder.
"HNGH~!!" Her back arched clean off the sand, her small tits bouncing upward with the motion, her fingers scrabbling at the cold grains beside her hips. "D-don’t — I’m still — from before — it’s too sensitiv—AAHH~!!"
His two fingers pushed inside her cunt.
Not rough. Not violent. Just — in. A steady, unhurried press that spread her tight walls apart and seated both fingers to the knuckle in one smooth motion, the slick heat of her passage gripping them immediately with the frantic, clenching welcome of a pussy that was desperately, humiliatingly ready for whatever came next regardless of what her mouth was saying.
She was soaked. Genuinely soaked — his fingers were immediately coated, the wet sound of her arousal audible even in the open desert air, the slick pulling noise of her tight walls gripping his knuckles as he began to curl them upward.
Pah. Pah.
No. Not his hips. His hand — the wet slap of his palm against her cunt as his fingers worked in and out, curling forward on every inward push, finding and pressing that specific spot inside her that made every other sensation flatten to background noise.
"NGH~!! HAAH~!! Cr— HIEKK~!!" Nano’s heels dug into the cold sand and pushed, her hips riding upward in broken, involuntary grinds against his hand. "S-stop — it feels — OUNGH~!! — I’ll — something’s wrong — I’ll — I think I’ll—"
"You’ll what?"
He watched her face. The way her brow pulled together in concentrated distress, the way her open mouth kept forming words and abandoning them, the way her small tits heaved and shook with each convulsive breath.
He pressed harder against that spot.
Nano’s legs slammed together around his wrist and her whole body seized.
"WAIT—" The word tore out of her at full volume. "WAIT WAIT I’M—NGHH—I’M GOING TO—!!"
She squirted.
There was no delicate word for what her body did. The orgasm detonated from somewhere deep in her core and the pressure it released was entirely involuntary — a thin, clear, forceful gush that sprayed from her soaked cunt in a sharp arc, spattering the cold sand between her thighs, coating his wrist, her inner thighs, the soft skin of her lower stomach.
She made a sound she had never made before in her life.
High and broken and completely, utterly mortified.
Her hands flew to cover her face the instant it happened, pressing both palms over her eyes and nose and open mouth, her face going so red the flush was visible in moonlight.
"Nnn—!! NNOOO—!!" Muffled against her own hands. "No no no—what was—I didn’t—that’s not—CRUXIUS—!!"
He didn’t move his hand away from her cunt.
His fingers were still inside her, still curled, still pressing the same spot — her oversensitive walls clenching and fluttering in post-orgasmic spasms around his knuckles, a second thin trickle of her release running down between her ass cheeks into the sand.
He looked down at the wet patch spreading across the cold grains.
"Hm." The sound he made was thoughtful. Amused. Warm with the particular warmth of someone filing information away. "Look at that."
"DON’T LOOK—!!" Her hands pressed harder over her face. "Don’t — I didn’t mean — that’s not — that wasn’t—"
"That was."
"IT WASN’T—"
He crooked his fingers again.
"HIEKK~!! NGHHHH~!!"
Her hips punched upward off the sand, her hands flying apart from her face, her spine arching in a taut, involuntary bow as the second wave ripped through her without warning — another helpless gush of her release spraying outward, hitting the sand, pattering against his wrist and forearm in a warm, filthy rain.
Her jaw hung open.
No sound this time. Just the physical expression of a girl whose body had just thoroughly betrayed her twice in the span of thirty seconds, her pupils blown wide and dark, her stiff nipples pointed straight up at the moon, tears streaming freely from both eyes purely from the overwhelming, humiliating magnitude of what her own body was doing to her.
His thumb resumed its circles on her clit.
"No—" She actually laughed, a broken, tearful sound. "No — please — I can’t — it’s embarrassing—"
"I know." He kept going. "What a dirty little bitch."