She scrambles across the cold concrete like her body no longer belongs to her—knees raw, tits swinging heavily, nipples scraped red from dragging against the rough floor earlier. She reaches the low metal table in the center of the room. It’s rusted at the edges, stained with old oil and darker things she doesn’t want to think about. She throws herself over it face-down, chest flattening against the icy metal. Her heavy boobs squash outward, spilling over the sides, nipples dragging painfully on the surface with every shaky breath.

She reaches back without being told. Fingers dig into her own ass cheeks, spreading them wide. Her pussy gapes open in the red light—lips swollen dark pink, glistening, inner folds twitching from the earlier throat-fucking. A thick string of her own cream stretches from her entrance down to the floor, swaying like a pendulum before snapping and splattering. Her asshole clenches visibly above it, tight and untouched, but already glistening from the runoff.