6. Request: What about a sleep paralysis demon impregnating the person who's hallucinating them? (Up to your personal preference if they're down bad or not up for it, haha)
It always starts the same. Eyes opening, and the creeping dread of trying to move and being unable to. Realizing that trying won't make it happen, and that I know what comes next, no matter how much I'd love to deny it.
My gaze slowly tracks around the corners of my bedroom, dark and shadowed, looking for it. Waiting for it to slowly melt out of the darkness and take whatever monstrous shape it so chooses. And there it is, detaching from the shadows behind the door, its movements sinuous and silent. I can never see it in great detail, but it's tall and lean this time, moving on two legs and silent feet I can't see past my own bed as it prowls close. I can't so much as twitch a finger as it pauses to survey me on my back on the bed, entirely at its mercy. Fighting never changes anything, so I resolve to stare at the ceiling instead of staring at it this time.
Long, claw-tipped hands pull the quilt down the bed, revealing my bare legs. Wearing only panties and an over-sized t-shirt, claws scrape my skin as it pulls the panties down and off as well. The shirt it shoves upward, bunching below my breasts, until I'm exposed from the ribs down.
A cold, bony hand spreads over my belly, slightly concave as I lay on my back. Instantly, and without my volition, a strange warmth spreads under the hand. The warmth increases until the base of my spine is tingling and wetness is gleaming between my thighs. My breath hitches only slightly as I experience an orgasm without the ability to writhe, clench, or otherwise respond.
Coolness radiates off of it as it braces itself over me, its hide smooth and leathery. Eyes firmly shut, I wait.
Its cock is cold as well, as it ruts against my sex, slicking the head first before slotting against my opening. Despite its long, spindly appearance, its cock is thick enough to stretch me as it pushes in, and in, and in. My body remains still and pliant as the monster starts to rut into me, quick and hard. Eyes screwed shut, I prepare for what I know happens next.
Its thrusts speed up, low growling grunts issuing somewhere above my head as the huge cock begins to twitch. Thrusting hard once more, it stills buried as deeply into me as it can possibly get. Its cold seed floods into me, the fit so tight it can only fill my womb, and so much that pressure builds in my pelvis, pushing my lower belly out to brush against the monster filling me.
Eventually, the flood stops, and the thing withdraws, not a drop of its seed spilling from my body. I open my eyes again to watch it retreat into the deep shadows behind the door, and then my bedroom is still and quiet again. All at once, my body is mine again, and I immediately rise on my elbows to survey the changes.
My otherwise slightly concave abdomen rises in a slight bulge between my hipbones, cool to the touch. My womb, filled yet again with something dark and monstrous. Powerless to change it, and very aware of it after so long and so many similar nights, I fish my panties off the floor, pull the quilt up, and flop back onto my pillows.
In the morning, my slight bulge is the same, and I go about my life. I get up, eat, drink coffee, go to work. I do that for two weeks with no change, no more nocturnal visits, no waking up in the night. Its easy enough to pretend its a prolonged bout of bloating, selecting stretchy pants from my closet when I dress. And always, always, my belly is cool to the touch, whether I'm scrubbing down in the shower or sliding my hand over it as I reach down between my thighs for some relief before going to sleep at night.
At the end of the fortnight, as I move around the house cleaning up after supper and unpacking my lunch bag, I suddenly feel pressure behind that small bump. Dressed in my usual lounge clothes of an oversized t-shirt and sleep shorts, I have to press my hand to my middle to see what's changed. Between my hips, the small bulge has pressed slightly outward, colder than it has been, weight settling in my hips. As I stand there, my belly pushes oh so slowly out, pressing into my palm. After a few moments, the pressure lessens, and it stops growing.
Tonight is the night, then. I carry on with my chores, pausing as my womb expands every so often, pressure and weight settling in my hips. I start to feel deep flutters, and by the time of night comes where I should go to bed comes, I look maybe halfway through a normal pregnancy, the fluttering prolonged and only just visible from the outside. I strip in the bathroom, watching my belly in the mirror as I brush my teeth and wash my face, my body otherwise unchanged except for my ballooning womb.
Sliding naked into bed, I settle in my usual position on my back, smoothing my hands over the dome rising from my middle. The skin is chilly, smooth and unmarked as another burst of growth presses it out against my palms, whatever is growing inside bumping lightly where my warm hands rest. Sleep comes swift and easy.
When my eyes open next, I'm otherwise frozen in place. Glancing around, I'm only a little surprised by the state my belly, the modest bump having burgeoned out to a full-term pregnancy in the night, the occupant heaving and roiling under my skin. I search the shadows, waiting, and sure enough, the tall, lanky demon slips into the room.
In some horrible approximation of a voice, it hisses, "Oh, you have done very well this time."
Like a switch flipping, my swollen middle squeezes up and in, tightening around the monster's offspring. At first, it heaves harder, but the lanky monster touches a single claw to my belly and it quiets inside. It isn't painful like a normal birth should be, the contractions rolling through me every minute or so. I can feel my cervix open slowly, and the monster pulls the quilt off the bed again. It props each of my legs up and to the side, exposing my sex as contraction after contraction forces my body to open. I can only lay there as the offspring passes through my opened cervix, squeezing downward with every spasm, making my sex bulge between my legs. My lips start to spread around the monstrous head, relentless as it forces its way out. I can't speak or scream or do anything as my lips stretch and stretch, and then the head is finally freed. I want to pant or gasp at the feeling, another spasm coming right on the heels of the previous, and my lips start to bulge again. Whatever form this thing takes doesn't seem to have shoulders like a human baby, but it takes three more spasms to finally be pushed from my body.
It drags itself from between my thighs, my belly deflating as I watch. The thing I just birthed slips off the bed and reaches for the monster that sired it. Something tugs behind my navel, and then its entirely free of me, my middle concave again, my naked body unmarked. The first monster reaches over to rest a grotesque hand on my belly again, warmth blooming until a earth-shaking orgasm clenches through me.
Both monsters creep into the shadows behind the door, the sire hissing, "Until the next time. You always produce the most potent of terrors."
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Big minotaur cock splitting you open. Hefty sweaty minotaur balls slapping against you with every thrust. Heady minotaur musk filling your head making you all foggy and useless. Minotaur holding you off the ground and bouncing you up and down on its cock like a fleshlight
Ive always had that fantasy of just some large towering tentacle monster using me as its fleshlight and as its finish cumming inside me, growing larger inside me, bulging me out as it gets a second wind and continuing to fuck me over and over again, eventually pushing huge clutch of eggs inside me, one after another <3
That's a great fantasy.
Tentacles so strong, they can hold you down and prevent you from running away. Tentacles stuffing your mouth so you can't scream and call for help.
You're so breedable and ready to be taken. The tentacle monster just fucks you because it knows you'll make a perfect hole for its clutch.
Now you're stuck with so many eggs inside you that it takes you many hours to get to the nearest village for help. But by the time you get there, the eggs have already worked their hormones into your body and you don't feel scared anymore.
In fact, you feel really good.
The people there are so worried about the naked pregnant person that just stumbled into their village. They give you a place to stay and food to eat. Of course you're thankful for it especially when your babies need so much nutrients if they're going to grow big and strong.
By the time you're laying in bed you can feel them all squirming inside you and your tits ache with milk. The need a mouth to claim them, suck on each to fulfill your need as a broodmother.
As if feeling your discomfort, you can feel those baby monsters worm their tentacles from your hole and work their way to your nipples. You spend the rest of the night sleeping soundly in bed while your children feed from you from the comfort of their home.
Older wolf!hybrid roomate that lets you stay rent free as long as he can grope and fondle your tits every once in a while uninterrupted.
He’s gotten to the age where he’s not really interested in going out to meet new people. He’s content getting to take one of your nipples into into his mouth and jerk off while you scroll on your phone.
If you let him fuck your tits he’ll even pay for your nails and groceries for the month. Licking the tip or letting him cum on your face means he’ll treat you to a trip out of town.
You’ve let him fuck your doughy thighs once and he made a mess all over them almost immediately…
He wouldn’t call himself your sugar daddy. He’s not exactly rich and doesn’t pamper you like he wants to, but you’re taken care of and he’s grown quite fond of you.
He’s been saving up so he can knot that pretty, fat cunt of yours at some point… he just doesn’t know you’d let him do it for free if he just asked.
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Thinking of tentacle monster that fucks you from the inside out. It forces its way inside your body, living in your stomach or womb. And from there it will occasionally use its tentacles to rail your holes whenever it pleases without warning
From in your stomach, you could just be buying groceries when suddenly a tentacle jams up your throat into your mouth. You gag and choke on it as it fucks your throat, and if you don’t want people to pass by and see a tentacle thrusting in and out of your mouth, you better keep your jaw clenched shut so it can’t make it past your teeth. You can try and struggle to swallow it back down into your stomach, it but fights you every step of the way, and the feeling of your throat constricting around it only helps please it. Alternatively you can give it lighter swallows and suck on the tip in your mouth to make it cum faster and therefore stop sooner. And if you’re not exceptionally skilled at swallowing up its seed faster than it can pump its load, you’d better find somewhere for it to go. From an outside perspective it’ll probably look like you’re vomiting up cum. But once it’s over, it’ll slowly recede back into your stomach
From in your womb, you could be sitting on the bus waiting for your next stop when you feel it start to press hard against your cervix, and you only have a second to brace yourself before it shoves itself into your pussy and starts thrusting in and out. There’s not much you can do without drawing attention to yourself, so you have to just sit back and try not to moan out loud. Sometimes it’ll stick further out to stroke different segments of its long tentacles, snaking around you. Someone might notice the moving shapes under your clothes if it extends far enough. Eventually you hobble off the bus and find a private place to slip your clothes off, and jerk off the tentacle to help it finish. Then you lean against the wall, whining a little it pulls all the way back into your womb, rubbing your insides all the way.
Idk something about the helplessness of the monster fucking you being the safety of the one place you can’t even try to do anything to it: Inside you. And if anyone knows where to find content similar to this please lmk. Doesn’t even have to be a tentacle monster, just anything fucking someone from the inside
Monster that gets into your house while you’re out and decides to make its home there. It will consider the entire house and every permanent item in there to be its own domain and belongings. Including you.
At first, it might move into the basement or attic. You won’t notice it’s there until it decides to enjoy its new toy for the first time. Emerging from its hiding place to pin you down. Mercilessly thrusting and cumming into you without a second thought to your pain or fear. When it’s finally satisfied, it leaves you a cum-stuffed exhausted mess as it slinks back to where it came from. And this is only the first time of many.
Whenever you’re home, you anticipate to be grabbed, fucked, and stuffed at any point no matter what you might be doing at the time, even if you’re trying to sleep. The monster eventually grows bolder, too. It moves out of the basement/attic, maybe sleeping in your living room or even the bedroom with you. Fortunately it has no interest in your belongings, just you and your house. So you get to continue with your day to day life, if only constantly sore from the monster having its fun all the time
Well, until you get pregnant, that is. Maybe you don’t think this was a possibility since you’re entirely different species, but soon enough you can’t ignore the squirming in your swollen belly. The babies quickly grow huge and heavy, and going out in public gets unreasonably hard, hauling around your belly full of inhuman creatures as people stare. Soon enough you can’t even leave the house at all. Barely able to move from the bathroom to the kitchen as the monster’s offspring thrash and fight for more room that your stretched and strained belly can’t give. Each of them are already bigger than a human fetus, and there’s so many of them.
The monster’s behavior changed too, constantly attending to its babies. Not you, just its babies. Constantly licking and caressing your overtaxed belly and feeling its offspring move. You’re too exhausted to push it away, barely able to do much other than groan and whine in bed as the monster licks your swollen belly. And soon after you give birth, it’s back to normal. Fucked and filled constantly, but now with the knowledge that it actually can impregnate you.
This could go on for years. The monster doesn’t plan to leave your house. Eventually you’re being fucked against your kitchen counter, belly stuffed with gallons of monster cum. Thinking about the next set of babies that will soon be thrashing inside you as dozens and dozens of others already fill the house
"Give me the red kiss, let the river flow
Down where the deepest, darkest passions grow
Your sweat is nectar, your blood is wine
Pour out your pulse and let it merge with mine
I am your slave of pleasure, bound in lust
In your scarlet salvation, I put my trust
Oh, give me the red kiss tonight…"
Want to be stuffed with tentacles that pump, in and out, pushing past my cervix and fucking countless eggs into my womb, then fertilizing them with lots and lots of hot, intoxicating cum. Want to be high and delirious off it, my brain turned off, only aware of the eggs growing, writhing inside me, my skin pulling taut and then further still as the eggs expand over… hours? Days? Who knows. Want to feel my tits grow heavy and painful, feel my nipples become swollen and puffy. And then eventually, after what feels like an eternity of eggs and heat and neediness pooling within, I want to feel the rush of pain and pressure, and the intense, almost orgasmic release that comes when my water breaks, more liquid than has ever poured out of me before. I want to feel every inch of every egg as my body pushes them down, towards their entrances into the world. Want to feel the pressure mounting between my hips, then pressing into my cervix, opening and opening and coming down until it’s bulging out of me behind the lips of my cunt. Want to feel my legs shake as my lips finally start to part, burning as I realize just how much my tight hole is going to have to stretch. But the pain is pleasure, my moans with each contraction laced with eroticism, fueled by the eggs themselves, their membranes seeped in whatever sedative the creature’s sperm contained. Want to feel my legs spreading on their own as the massive egg widens my hole, my toes curling, my tits starting to leak simply from the force of each of my desperate pushes. Want to feel the pressure grinding against my clit from the inside, only intensifying as the egg approaches a crown. Gasping, breathing shakily as the widest part of the egg begins to breach my opening. Taking a moment to bask in the pleasure of the burn and the stretch. And then when the next contraction begins, pushing with all my might. Want to feel the first egg finally wrest free of me with a loud pop! And a long moan of pleasure on my lips, the release causing an orgasm to ripple through my entire body. Over and over and over again until the end, exhausted and with only a few eggs left to birth. Want to be sucked of effort to give, the sedation wearing off as there’s less and less of the eggs and their membranes to intoxicate me. Feeling the burn worsen each time a pulsing egg shoots out of my raw cunt. Until I don’t have anything left, so my body has to take over, pushing in short bursts as I fade in and out of consciousness. Falling asleep while my cunt stretches around the rim of an egg, where the widest part sits just inside me. Waking with a scream as a more intense contraction begins, my body pushing involuntarily, eyes opening as the final egg shoots out of me. Want to be panting, finally empty, drunk on my body’s hormones, when I feel the familiar touch of a tentacle, working its way back into my ruined cunt. Want to feel it push past my cervix again, still not yet closed after the days-long birth. Want to feel eggs, smaller this time (for now), but more numerous, deposited back into my newly-emptied womb, and want to feel myself fading into sleep again as the tentacle pulls out of me with a wet squelch, satisfied with having bred me again.
you could’ve been into normal shit like bdsm or anal but noooooo, you just have to want to be fucked by an alien spider woman’s thick ovipositor while she pumps you full of her clutch
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thinkin about an ovipositor repeatedly injecting aphrodisiacs and toxins deep into your pussy and cervix, causing it to relax, dilate and become numb to the pain. the ovipositor slides into your uterus and starts pushing small eggs inside
your body cums lightly with each insertion until you're full of the creature's brood and nutrients for the eggs. your body is chemically hijacked to keep you warm, horny and dazed and the ovipositor is periodically shoved down your throat to keep you drugged and fed until the clutch is ready
your belly balloons grotesquely as the eggs grow and absorb the nutrients until the pressure is too much. finally, the eggs pop out of your uterus, your body slowly squeezing them out, coming and squirting as each egg exits your cunt, leaving your hole gaped and pulsing
in your drug induced haze, you look at the dripping ovipositor and can't help but spread your legs, yearning to be filled and used. again. and again. and again
Bats keep the sperm in their bodies and wait until after hibernation
What if vampire sperm does the same
Imagine you realize you’re pregnant but it’s impossible because the last time you were with someone (a vampire, but you didn’t know) was far too long ago for how small you are
Or getting knocked up multiple times while pregnant and your body always saves the spunk for after you birth the litter in your belly, meaning once you give birth you’re pregnant again. Over and over (maybe with no end in sight)
Perpetual pregnancy is always a fun one. Like with hypersperm when all your eggs end up attacked at the source and they all end up prefertilized, So as soon as another one drops into your waiting womb when you ovulate you're already pregnant. But with monster babies is fun too. Womb being turned into a professional monster breeding ground.
Just makes me imagine involuntarily being used to breed vampires and my horror preg kink is showing. Unknowingly sleeping with a vamp, and only knowing somethings maybe wrong when your spontaneous unexplained pregnancy only makes you grow bigger and bigger. Monster brood of Dhampir babies so rowdy and loud. Human babies don't growl in the womb- or you don't think they move this much either. And they certainly aren't supposed to move like that. Belly looking vieny and strained like your own body is uncertain about being this pregnant and even carrying what you're carrying. Belly ominously throbbing like it's got it's own heartbeat.
All before you get picked up by that vampire you slept with forever ago. He doesn't even need to sleep you ever again because you're just perpetually becoming pregnant with his brood over and over again. As soon as one litter is born the next is already taking the last ones place. Not having to worry about a thing except just making sure your next brood is bigger then the last. Don't worry a thing because surely your body just knows you want to be even more pregnant and an even better monster seedbed. So it'll totally just start pumping more and more and more pre monster claimed eggs out of your ovaries per pregnancy. So you get more gravid- belly bigger and only enjoying how good it feels to be such a productive vampire seedbed. And how good it feels to be so so egregiously pregnant.
You can totally want your next litter to be even bigger right?
You observe the imposing walls of the labyrinth standing proudly in front of you. Statues of long forgotten gods sit around the gates. Their petrified bodies seem to be keeping whatever is inside immured.
Once they’re completely open, soldiers push you inside and make you fall. You graze your knees on the ground but it isn’t painful compared to the glare they give you. One of them lit a torch and almost set you alight after launching it centimeters away from your face.
You grip it as soon as they start closing the gates. Darkness quickly rises despite the open sky above, a veil of ignorance neatly laid by gods. You’re left to wander through the maze until the creature finds you. Speaking of which, a low rumble resonates and bounces on the walls. You hold your breath. Despite your shuddering limbs, your legs walk you to another corridor. Every turn you take is either a step closer to death or a chance to live longer.
You’ve considered giving up. Your stomach and your legs hurt, you’ll die soon enough either way. So, why holding on this life?
But you don’t have the luxury to choose how your life will end. Hooves beat the ground, the beast howls and finally his face appears in front of you. His nostrils swell furiously and blow hot air on your skin. His muscles flex when he leans over your shaking body and sniffs you.
You feel sweat suddenly drenching your clothes as his arm extend to seize you. He lifts you up and tosses you over his shoulder. With a steady hand on your thighs, he takes to gods know where. From his broad shoulder, all you can see are his muscular furred legs and endless walls turning. On your way, you feel his wet snout bump on the curve of your hips.
Apart from a few groans, the ride is silent. You can’t see much, the darkness is too thick to see through. Until you catch the reflection of light on the walls. You try to turn around as best as you can but the beast presses you onto him. It’s not until you’re literally dropped on fresh grass that you can witness life inside the maze. A garden.
There’re bushes and flowers, trees and a spring. And people chained up. You look around, dumbfounded. People, only men, naked and half asleep. Their legs are wide open. You look away, embarrassed.
Behind you, the minotaur is gone. He’s watching a half conscious man lazily stroking his soft cock. He keeps moving his fist up and down but nothing happens. It even looks painful with how his face contorts, but the minotaur growls. He pushes his hand aside and not caring about the man’s weak pleas, he violently pumps his cocks. You press your hands against your mouth while the man cries in pain. The beast slips his cock inside his mouth to muffle his cries until they turn into whimpers.
Somehow, you see cum squirting out of the man’s cock. When the minotaur pulls his erected length out, he falls down like a rock. You hope he’s just asleep.
You should worry about about yourself though. The bull head now faces you, the same way his cock menacingly points his next victim. You get on your feet and try to run but you can’t escape him. He’s already right behind you. He pushes you head on the grass. He’s quick to rip your dress, expose your cheeks and your inviting slit.
He smells your cunt greedily, his cold wet snout glued to your entrance. While you whine, you notice the men’s eyes on you. They watch as the beast sucks your clit and plunge his tongue inside you. You close your eyes as pleasure slowly takes over your body. He aligns his venous cock in push his hips to your cheeks. You cry and grab a fistful of grass as the his cock forces your walls open. His heavy cock keeps you down until he slowly roams your insides.
The bulge on your belly moves up and down as his hips rolls. His animalistic growl vibrates through your body and makes your cunt clenched impatiently around him. You can feel your wetness flooding your hole running down both your thighs. You moan and look behind you. His fingers bruising your skin while pulling you back to him. The sound of skin slapping and your ass wobbling furiously as his speed increase.
One of his hand slide on your bulging belly and presses on it. You yelp and whine under the crushing pressure. His hand keeps moving to one of your shaking breast and gropes it.
You lift yourself up, his lustful demeanor rapidly detains on you. You moves you hips on your own. His hefty balls mercilessly pound your erected clit and you jolt as wave of pleasure pushes you to the edge. You arch your back and impale yourself as far as you can. You clenching walls milk his cock yet nothing comes out.
You pant heavily, your sweaty breast rising and falling. You look at your audience, still dazed. Some of them are jerking themselves while others already ejaculated on the grass.
The minotaur growls again, his cock still stands imposing above your ass. You lay down on your back and tuck you knees to your shoulders. He mounts you, his huge hands keep you in place while you’re filled once more by his venous cocks. He slides inside you effortlessly with how you are. He bottoms you, until you feel him in your lungs and pounds your poor pussy. You hold on him for dear life, your ankle perched on his broad shoulders.
His hips slam your your thighs while his tip make out with your G spot. Your lewd moans reverberate on the walls, but shame has long left your body. You look at the bulge on your belly between your jiggling breast. It’s growing bigger with each passing second. You feel sweat running inside your belly and between your thighs as your imminent orgasm curls up.
His fingernails dig into your skin until it breaks. He lifts your hips to his and pounds you to his limits. Your cry mixes with the beast’s howl and thick hot cum is pumped inside your hole. Your womb inflates as he empties his balls inside you. Your head falls on the grass while your body jolts.
When your full, he pulls out and pushes something inside your cunt. You’re too numb and exhausted to investigate.
•••
You bit your lips as the beast gives you one last hip thrust. Your gummy walls are filled before he pulls his cock out.
You wipe the cum on your face and kneel down to the nearest spring and wash yourself. The sunlight reflects on the surface and on your skin. Your hair grew longer, your hips larger and so did your breast and belly. You can’t even look at your feet.
It’s been probably been months, but it feels like you’ve been full for years. The minotaur comes back to you every nights, and when he’s out you’re surrounded by men. As soon as one has cum, he’s pushed back and replaced by another.
You end up cleaning yourself all the time.
•••
You hold the crying infant close to your chest and press a nipple to his mouth. You’re still sweaty from your efforts but it’s finally out. It stare at you, with eyes like yours but the head of a bull.
Anyways, tentacle monster that forces its way into your body to live in your stomach, and occasionally shoves a thick tentacle out your mouth or ass to pump some eggs into your womb
Really craving a big bad monster rutting his cock into me until he becomes a whimpering pussy drunk mess, every thrust leaking a little more precum and pushing it straight into my womb. His massive body encapsulating my entire frame as he surrounds me so that he’s the only thing I can see.
Drool dribbles from his maw and his long forked tongue swirls over my skin, using the excuse that he’s cleaning me up but really just wanting to taste me. And he can’t stop moaning and whispering the most filthy things, promising he’s gonna stuff me to the brim and trap me with him forever. Every wet plap, plap, plap is intertwined with his sinful promises.
“Wan’ me to make you a mommy? Gonna keep you all full and pregnant, make sure you never gon’ leave my side. You’ll stay right here where you belong…”
And he doesn’t stop the words from pouring out of his mouth even after he’s fucked me stupid and the ringing sound in my ears replaces his voice right before I pass out.
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he’s groping your ass at the cul-de-sac cookouts. he's burying his nose in your neck because you smell one hundred times better than the food your neighbor keeps forcing onto his plate. he’s hogging the fruit platter you brought for everyone else, feeding you pieces with his hands, then making you lick the juice from his fingers afterward.
you make up for forcing him to spend time with the neighbors he doesn't even like by letting him take you however he pleases.
tonight's choice is against the dresser to the left of the bed you two share.
it bangs against the wall with chunky, noisy thuds, the everyday objects upon it knocking over, off, and rolling onto the floor as he fucks you from behind with a hand pressed at your throat. squeezing only just to keep you staring into the mirror attached to the drawers.
he's hunched over you, panting against your shoulder. animalistic grunts mixing with the loud squelches sounding from where the two of you meet, your pussy stretched and stuffed to the brim with his cock.
sweat drips from the both of you as he pounds out his frustrations over not being able to have any alone time with you for the past three goddamn hours. over having to sit with a stiff cock while your neighbors tug you away from him for stupid reasons. over seeing you prance around in that little skirt you only pull out for the summer months.
licking at your neck and ear, he comes hard with powerful smacks of his hips into your ass. thick cum flowing inside you and leaking out when you can no longer hold it anymore. it grows into an impressive puddle on the floor beneath you as he carries on. steadying the flick of his waist once more and pumping himself until you're gushing with a trembling cry.
he makes sure to wrap you tight to keep fucking you right there, until you're wailing his name loud enough for the neighbors to hear.
maybe that'll finally get them to fuck the hell off...
