wet flesh. His digital stimulation of her pussy beforehand had made her slick with sexual juices, providing ample lubrication to ease his entirely welcome violation of her most sacred entrance. His sex-rod glided effortlessly in between her welcoming wet folds so that the head of his cock would kiss her cervix, the gateway to her inner sanctum of womanhood, before withdrawing to repeat the thrust yet again, but with even greater vigor and intensity than before.
As their early morning mating progressed, Brad began to angle his hips with practiced skill, making it so that his pubic bone rubbed ever so gently against Miriam’s clitoris. The dual pleasurable assault within her love-tunnel and outside it, against her love-button, made the rapidly approaching climax swirling in Miriam’s crotch and belly almost painful to fight against. She wanted to fight back against it, she wanted to resist its impending and inexorable erosion of her senses and faculties, even if only to accentuate the totality of Brad’s conquest of her mind, body, and soul. But her lover’s increasingly feral and unstoppable urges, combined with his relentless and masterful grinding against her clit, ultimately pushed her body to a tipping point, and she allowed herself to fall over the edge.
The orgasm flooded up through her body, surging through her nerves and deluging her senses like a veritable tsunami of ecstasy. She squealed through gritted teeth and struggled to free her wrists from Brad’s imprisoning grip, if only to seize his powerful torso in her arms and hug him as close to her own body as physically possible, imploring him to complete the act of sexual conquest and fill her with every drop of virile seed he could muster. With that mindlessly feral instinct driving her, Miriam wrapped her airborne legs around Brad’s lower back, locking her ankles together and binding him to her. Even if he had wanted to, he couldn’t escape from her love-grip now, and he had no choice but to finish what he’d started.
Brad was now a male possessed, possessed by the all-consuming, primal impulse to breed and to fully consummate his total reconquest of Miriam’s body. He finally released her wrists and allowed her the freedom to imprison him even further. She wrapped her arms around his torso and held herself as close to him as she could, gripping his back with dogged determination, digging her nails into his skin in her uniquely female drive to capture and hold onto this vigorous and utterly driven alpha male, extracting his superior genes for her sole use.
Every time she made love to Brad, even while drowning in an ocean of distilled ecstasy as she was now, Miriam couldn’t help thinking about her friends in the Speeding Seraphim whom she’d left behind. She had betrayed them and caused the permanent shutdown of their extremely lucrative gunrunning business through the simple act of spreading her legs for the federal agent who was now plowing her like a wild, rutting beast. Worse still, it was a betrayal made all the more potent by the child borne of that coupling behind her adoptive family’s backs. Every time she mated with Brad, she couldn’t help but imagine it as the fundamental sexual treachery it truly was.
Worst of all, or perhaps best of all, she liked it. More than liked–she loved it. She reveled in the sheer scale of the deceit that she had indulged in and the sexual gratification that was enabled by it. Brad was a superior male in every way imaginable, and his virility had been proven by her womb. As Brad drove on toward his own rapidly approaching sexual climax, Miriam realized that she took an utterly perverse delight in successfully reproducing with the best man she’d ever met, behind everyone else’s backs, and getting away with it. She knew it couldn’t possibly be healthy, let alone morally justified, to take any kind of satisfaction in being such a treacherous whore, and yet that was exactly what she
As their early morning mating progressed, Brad began to angle his hips with practiced skill, making it so that his pubic bone rubbed ever so gently against Miriam’s clitoris. The dual pleasurable assault within her love-tunnel and outside it, against her love-button, made the rapidly approaching climax swirling in Miriam’s crotch and belly almost painful to fight against. She wanted to fight back against it, she wanted to resist its impending and inexorable erosion of her senses and faculties, even if only to accentuate the totality of Brad’s conquest of her mind, body, and soul. But her lover’s increasingly feral and unstoppable urges, combined with his relentless and masterful grinding against her clit, ultimately pushed her body to a tipping point, and she allowed herself to fall over the edge.
The orgasm flooded up through her body, surging through her nerves and deluging her senses like a veritable tsunami of ecstasy. She squealed through gritted teeth and struggled to free her wrists from Brad’s imprisoning grip, if only to seize his powerful torso in her arms and hug him as close to her own body as physically possible, imploring him to complete the act of sexual conquest and fill her with every drop of virile seed he could muster. With that mindlessly feral instinct driving her, Miriam wrapped her airborne legs around Brad’s lower back, locking her ankles together and binding him to her. Even if he had wanted to, he couldn’t escape from her love-grip now, and he had no choice but to finish what he’d started.
Brad was now a male possessed, possessed by the all-consuming, primal impulse to breed and to fully consummate his total reconquest of Miriam’s body. He finally released her wrists and allowed her the freedom to imprison him even further. She wrapped her arms around his torso and held herself as close to him as she could, gripping his back with dogged determination, digging her nails into his skin in her uniquely female drive to capture and hold onto this vigorous and utterly driven alpha male, extracting his superior genes for her sole use.
Every time she made love to Brad, even while drowning in an ocean of distilled ecstasy as she was now, Miriam couldn’t help thinking about her friends in the Speeding Seraphim whom she’d left behind. She had betrayed them and caused the permanent shutdown of their extremely lucrative gunrunning business through the simple act of spreading her legs for the federal agent who was now plowing her like a wild, rutting beast. Worse still, it was a betrayal made all the more potent by the child borne of that coupling behind her adoptive family’s backs. Every time she mated with Brad, she couldn’t help but imagine it as the fundamental sexual treachery it truly was.
Worst of all, or perhaps best of all, she liked it. More than liked–she loved it. She reveled in the sheer scale of the deceit that she had indulged in and the sexual gratification that was enabled by it. Brad was a superior male in every way imaginable, and his virility had been proven by her womb. As Brad drove on toward his own rapidly approaching sexual climax, Miriam realized that she took an utterly perverse delight in successfully reproducing with the best man she’d ever met, behind everyone else’s backs, and getting away with it. She knew it couldn’t possibly be healthy, let alone morally justified, to take any kind of satisfaction in being such a treacherous whore, and yet that was exactly what she
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