"God, look at you ... you're so pathetic."
Tristan has this glint in his eye, Casey notices when he forces his fluttering eyes open. He's still twitching wildly, gasping out shaky breaths as his bladder slowly empties itself over Tristan's thick cock buried deep inside of him. He can't really see it as his own swollen belly is in the way, but Casey believes Tristan when he says he looks pathetic.
He moans at the words, flushing even harder as he keeps staring at Tristan through hooded eyes. The satisfied and slightly mocking smirk on Tristan's lips widens, revealing a hint of teeth.
"That's right, you're a pathetic little whore. So desperate for my cock you wet yourself as soon as you get it real good. Wasn't enough I fucked you pregnant once, you keep wanting it so bad, don't you?" he murmurs and starts thrusting again.
The squelching noises would be embarrassing if Casey wasn't losing his mind, brows knitted and head thrown back before he comes again, squirting a seemingly endless stream onto Tristan as he continues pounding into him.