It all slammed into her at once, her being ripped back into reality from the blackness. She was on her back, she had his drool on her face, he was pinning her down by her throat now. Her legs were up by her head, and he was slamming down into her with every ounce of desperate, needy strength he had. She felt full, there was some of his seed on her face, some on her chest, but most of it was spilling from her with every thrust. It didn’t seem like he had painted her intentionally, more than likely it was just excess