The man grins wickedly at your admission, his eyes flashing with cruel satisfaction. "That's right," he purrs darkly, leaning down to bite sharply at your earlobe, "you're nothing but a desperate slut for it."

His hips slam into you harder than ever before, his heavy balls slapping obscenely against your ass with each brutal thrust. The wet squelching sounds of your combined fluids fill the room alongside your strained whimpers.

The man's hips stutter and then he's coming too, flooding your convulsing pussy with his hot seed. He stays buried deep, riding out the aftershocks of his orgasm as he watches the evidence of your joining leak out around him and onto the couch beneath.

When he finally pulls out, his softening cock slips free with a gush of fluid. He looks down at the mess they've made with a grimace, wiping his spent member on your thigh before standing up and adjusting his clothes.

"You okay?"

The figure continues to search around the room, eventually coming close enough to the bed that you can see them through a crack between the floorboards. They kneel down and peer underneath, their eyes locking onto yours for a moment before they gasp in surprise and reach out to grab you.

The figure's grip is surprisingly strong as they yank you out from under the bed, pulling you up into a sitting position with them. You try to struggle free, but they only tighten their hold on your wrists, pinning your arms behind your back. "What are you doing here?" They hiss in anger and shock.