Christine squirted again.
This time, her release didn't gush out forcefully like before, but dripped weakly between her trembling thighs.
Her legs were shaking from how roughly Adrain had taken her. She slumped helplessly against him, too weak to hold herself up anymore.
Before she could recover, he suddenly pulled his thick length out and grabbed her waist in a bruising grip, dragging her straight off the bed.
Blindfolded and disoriented, she stumbled along as he dragged her forward. Her body kept hitting furniture and walls, but he showed no intention of slowing down.
Then she heard a sliding door open and felt cold tiles under her feet, making her shiver.
It was the ensuite shower.
He shoved her against the vanity, her stomach hitting the cold marble countertop. Before she could steady herself, he released his grip and walked away.
Then she heard the shower turn on, feeling hot steam fill the space.