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about 15 minutes later, things start to change. i realize that i haven’t been keeping up with the conversation, and when i turn to her to ask what was just said, my vision goes blurry.

“are you tired, sweetheart?” she smirks.

i manage to nod, and before i can even process the goodbyes, we’re driving home.

- her arm around my waist in the driveway -

- her fingers fidgeting with the keys -

- holding me tight as she leads me upstairs -

- the comfort of lying in bed, eyes finally closed -

when i feel her start to tug at my belt. i open my eyes and force my head up to see her standing at the foot of the bed, wearing nothing but a bra, as she slides my skirt down past my feet.

my head falls back, eyelids heavier than ever before, and i begin to doze off for a moment. suddenly i’m pulled back to alertness by the cold shock of her fingers pressed against my hole. she applies the lube gently, then softly forces two fingers past the entrance until they’re buried inside me.

“now you’re ready for me, baby.”

i try to nod, but my head is too heavy to move at all. it doesn’t matter anyways; she’s going to use me no matter what.

as her cock slips forcefully into me, i fully give in and let her take advantage of my limp body. i lie there for what could be hours, or days, or just moments, fading in and out of consciousness, as she groans and squeezes my thighs tightly and rams her length into me over and over and over again.

the sensation of her hips slapping against my ass repeatedly gives me reassurance that she’s enjoying me. i’m feeling good, too — not that that matters.

i’m barely clinging to the waking world when i feel her start to thrust harder, and hear her speak firmly:

“fuck, i’m going to cum. keep being good and let me breed you.”

my eyes would’ve rolled back into my head in pleasure if i could still understand her, but by the time i would have felt her hot seed fill my hole, i was already completely asleep.