Before she could process the sheer arrogance of his statent, Mike’s mood shifted from amused to commanding. He reached out and delivered a stinging, thunderous spank to her massive, aching buttock.
SPANK!
"AHHNNN~!"
The sound was like a gunshot in the quiet room. The force of it sent a jolt of pain and unexpected heat radiating through her entire pelvis, causing her to yelp and lurch forward.
"Stop fucking hesitating and move your ass more!" he barked, his voice leaving no room for debate. "On your knees with your hands on the bed as well... Now!"
Terrified and driven by a primal instinct to obey his dominance, Petricia scrambled onto the mattress. She obeyed his command, planting her palms firmly on the sheets and lowering her torso until she was bent deeply over the bed.
’Oh no... oh no, oh no... I can’t believe... we’re going to... we’re going to have sex...!’
The position left her completely vulnerable. Her back arched sharply, and her massive, plump ass was hoisted high into the air, presented to him like a sacrificial offering.
Her pale, rounded cheeks were flushed pink from the sting of his hand, trembling visibly in the dim light. She felt exposed, stripped of every shred of modesty, her heavy breasts dangling toward the mattress as she waited, breathless and terrified, for the storm to descend upon her.
Mike didn’t rush. He savored the view of her, the way her heavy, trembling buttocks rose defiantly in the air and the way her skin glowed with sweat and sha.
He lood over her, a dark predator circling his prize, letting the anticipation build until the silence in the room felt heavy enough to crush her.
"Phewww~! This ass is fucking ready, and that fucking pussy is already wet~!"
"Your body can’t lie at all, Petricia... so don’t fucking deny it or you’ll get another spank on that ass!"
Slowly, he crawled onto the bed behind her. He didn’t go for her center imdiately, but instead, he hovered just inches away, letting her feel the radiant heat of his massive body and the rhythmic puff of his breath against her sensitized skin.
Then, he reached down.
He didn’t plunge in. Instead, he used a single, thick finger to trace the outer edges of her labia, dragging the tip lightly along her soaking wet folds.
"Ahhnnnn~! M-Mikeeee~!"
He teased the entrance, circling the sensitive nub of her clitoris with agonizing slowness, barely grazing it, before dipping a finger into the slickness of her heat. He began a slow, torturous fingering, sliding one digit in and out with a rhythmic, shallow motion that served only to lubricate her further and drive her to the brink of madness.
"Ohhhhhh~! God...! It feels so good...!!!"
Inside Petricia’s mind, the concept of "sex" was undergoing a radical, violent transformation.
’Oh god, he’s teasing ... he knows exactly how much this hurts... how much it feels like a beautiful torture!’ Her thoughts spiraled, her forehead pressed hard against the cool bedsheets as she chased the sensation of his finger. ’Real sex... Not the polite, scheduled, lukewarm encounters with my husband.’
’It’s not even the once-a-month ritual where we check our phones and try to fall asleep quickly...’
’This... this is different. This is a collision.’
A sob of pure longing escaped her as his finger pushed a little deeper, testing her readiness.
’It’s been months... maybe years since soone actually looked at like this...’
’Since soone treated my body like a destination rather than a chore. My husband loves , he does... but he touches like he’s afraid to break sothing.’
’Mike... Mike wants to shatter . And the terrifying part is... that’s exactly what I want.’
’I want to be broken for the first ti...! I want to feel sothing so intense that it wipes away the last decade of boredom.’’
’Please, Mike... stop teasing ...! And stop being gentle with and destroy ...!’
She felt her internal muscles clench around his finger, a desperate, involuntary spasm of need. She was no longer a woman of status or intellect, but she was a creature of pure, unadulterated biological demand, waiting for the hamr to fall.
"Sheeshhh~! Your pussy is this fucking tight when I put my finger inside." Mike laughed. "I already know that this is the unused pussy of a good wife."
Mike sensed her desperation and heard the silent plea in the way her hips bucked helplessly against his hand. The ti for teasing was over, but the ti for conquest had arrived, and his deanor shifted from playful torntor to a man possessed by a singular, violent intent.
He withdrew his finger and replaced it with two, then three, shoving them into her dripping heat with a sudden, jarring roughness. He didn’t aim for a smooth glide, but he aid to colonize.
SCHLCK! SCHLCK! SCHLCK!
"Mmmmpphhh...! Nggghh~! Ahhhnn~!"
He began to pump his fingers into her with a fast, punishing cadence, his knuckles slapping against her clit with every heavy thrust. He was stretching her, prepping her not for comfort, but for the massive intrusion that was imminent.
"You’re so fucking wet, Petricia!" Mike growled, his voice a low rumble of triumph.
He leaned over her, his chest pressing into her back as he increased the ferocity of his fingering. "You’ve been starving for this, haven’t you?"
"Your body is screaming for it! Look at how you’re clamping down on !"
"Ahhh! Mmgh! Yes... please!" Petricia cried out, her voice breaking into a series of uncontrolled, lodic moans.
The roughness was almost too much, a chaotic storm of sensation that blurred the lines between pleasure and a delightful sort of ache. "Harder... Mike, please, just... ahhhh!"
Each ti his fingers bottod out against her cervix, a fresh wave of electricity shot through her, making her toes curl and her vision flash white. She was losing herself in the rhythm, her head tossing from side to side on the pillows.
SCHLCK! SCHLCK! SCHLCK! SCHLCK! SCHLCK!
"Is this what you missed?!" Mike taunted, his fingers working like pistons, driving her into a frenzy. "Is this better than your husband’s careful little touches!?"
’Do you like it when it’s rough!? When it actually hurts a little bit!?"
"Yes! Oh god, yes!" she wailed, her dignity long since discarded on the floor alongside her clothes. "Don’t be gentle...! Fuck... please don’t try to be gentle with ! Nnnngh! Ahhhhhnnn~!"
She was a ss of sound and motion, her moans escalating from soft whines to loud, gutteral cries of ecstasy. The friction was intense, the moisture spraying as he worked her relentlessly.
She could feel her orgasm building, a massive, tectonic shift occurring deep within her core, triggered by the sheer, unapologetic aggression of his touch.
"Good girl," Mike hissed, his breath hot against the shell of her ear as he felt her vaginal walls begin to quiver uncontrollably. "Hold on tight, Petricia..."
"Because the finger is done, and now... the real beast is coming in."
He pulled his hand away with a wet, squelching sound, leaving her gaping and pulsing, her entrance wide and weeping for the arrival of the man who was about to change her life forever.
’H-he’s going to use his raw cock to inside ... oh god... it’s been a while for to take a raw cock like this, and it’s on another level...’
’My husband always used condoms because he’s not ready to have a child yet, but this... does he not care if I ended up pregnant...?’
’But... it’s my safe today... yeah... even if I’m pregnant... I think... I could manage... probably...’
The atmosphere in the room reached a fever pitch, the air thick with the scent of musk, sweat, and impending destruction. Mike reached down, his large hand wrapping around the base of his colossal, throbbing cock.
"My cock is ready to claim your unused pussy, Petricia~" He lifted it, positioning the massive, weeping head directly against her swollen, hypersensitive entrance.
"Nnggghhh...! It’s so hot...!"
He didn’t ease in. He didn’t test the waters.
He simply hovered there for a fraction of a second, letting her feel the blunt, terrifying breadth of him stretching her open, and then, with a sudden, explosive burst of hip power, he plunged deep inside.
"GUUGGGHHHHHHH~!!!" Petricia showed the horniest face when his cock got inside.
"AHHHHHHHH!!!!"
Petricia’s scream was primal, a high-pitched, soul-shattering wail that ripped from her lungs and tore through the silence of the apartnt. It wasn’t a scream of pain, though the initial stretch was staggering, but it was a scream of pure, unadulterated release, a sonic explosion of a woman finally receiving what her soul had been screaming for.
"There you go!" Mike roared, his voice a triumphant thunderclap above her screams. "Take it all! Feel how big you are around !"
’Aahhh... Aaaaahhh... this can’t be... it went all the way to my womb...’ Petricia thought. ’He’s already about to make cum just by shoving it in...’
He buried himself to the hilt in one continuous, violent motion, his pelvis slamming against her ass with a resounding thwack. The sheer displacent of her internal organs, the way his massive girth forced her to expand beyond her perceived limits, sent her into imdiate, uncontrollable convulsions.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
"I fucking know it... your pussy needs so rearrangents from so that you won’t feel frustrated at all."
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