Priya weakly raised her eyes and looked in the mirror, her face covered in wet c*m, some dried patches clinging to her skin. Her lips were busted, blood staining her chin, signs of her struggle evident.
Her face appeared swollen on one side from being smashed into the wall. Overall, she looked messier than any real mess could ever be.
"You look so beautiful in my arms, with my c*m, with the blood. Everything is enhancing your beauty over the top," Priyank commented, his tone unsettlingly proud, like a twisted artist admiring his creation.
His satisfaction was showing on his face, his happiness evident as he basked in the aftermath of his actions. The stickiness of his d**k screamed of ecstasy, his heart content knowing he finally had his "Angel" in his arms, wrapped in his c*m.
For Pri
