I groaned, my cock buried balls-deep inside her throbbing cunt, her squirt drenching as I pulled back—and that’s when the real flood ca.
"AAAAAAAAH—!! NO—!! IT’S—!! IT’S TOO MUCH—!!" Nathalie’s voice was a broken, sobbing wail as her pussy unleashed, a torrent of fluid exploding out of her in a long, unbroken stream.
The force of it was obscene—her squirt sprayed across the sofa, the floor, even hitting Angela’s leg with a wet splat. "Nnngh—!! I—I TOLD YOU TO WAIT—!! HOW CAN I—!! HOW CAN I FACE SOONE—!! AAAAAAAH—!!" Her body convulsed, her pussy pulsing around nothing as I pulled out, her squirt pooling beneath her, the sofa soaked through.
I groaned, my cock glistening with her juices, the head still twitching from the intensity of her orgasm. "Fuck," I growled, my voice rough with lust as I stared down at the ss she’d made—the sofa drenched, her thighs glistening, her pussy still twitching with aftershocks.
"You squirting slut." My fingers gripped her chin, forcing her to et my gaze. "You tried to hold back, didn’t you?" My lips curled into a dark smirk. "But your body knows who it belongs to now."
Angela’s laughter was a slow, cruel purr as she watched Nathalie’s trembling, sobbing form. "She squirts like a fucking fire hydrant when she cums," she sneered, her voice dripping with venom as she crouched down beside Nathalie, her fingers tracing the wet streaks of Nathalie’s release on the sofa.
"And she still tries to act like she’s not a whore." She leaned in, her lips brushing Nathalie’s ear, her breath hot and mocking. "Pathetic." Her fingers suddenly pinched Nathalie’s nipple, twisting just enough to make her gasp in pain. "But so fucking hot."
Nathalie’s sobs hitched, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm, her pussy clenching around nothing, her thighs slick with her own fluids. "I... told you to stop... hmm..." she whimpered, her voice broken, her hands flying up to cover her face.
"H-How can I... how am I s-supposed to—! Hmmm—!" Her shoulders shook with humiliation, her tears mixing with the ss she’d made, her breath coming in ragged, uneven gasps.
She sobbed pitifully, her body curling in on itself as the weight of what just happened crashed down on her. "It’s all your fault... It’s all your fault..." she repeated, her voice cracking, her fingers clawing at her own hair like she wanted to tear it out.
"I didn’t... I didn’t want this... I didn’t ask for this—!" Her breath hitched, her body shuddering with each sob, her tears dripping onto the sofa beneath her.
Angela’s laughter was a dark, triumphant lody. "Oh, boo-hoo," she taunted, her voice dripping with sadistic delight. "Poor Nathalie. Forced to cum so hard she flooded the room."
She leaned in, her fingers gripping Nathalie’s chin, forcing her to et her gaze. "But we both know the truth, don’t we?" Her voice dropped to a whisper, her lips curling into a smirk. "You loved it. You craved it. And you’ll beg for more before we’re done with you."
Nathalie’s breath ca in ragged gasps, her body trembling as she tried to pull away, her cheeks flushed with a mix of pleasure and sha. But my grip on her was unyielding, my fingers still buried deep inside her, my thumb pressing against her clit, drawing out every last tremor of her orgasm. "N-No... I didn’t—" she stamred, her voice trembling, her eyes darting away as if she could hide the truth from . "I didn’t want this..."
But her body told a different story.
Her pussy was still clenching around my fingers, her thighs slick with arousal, her breath hitching as I rubbed slow, deliberate circles over her clit. The scent of her—sweet, musky, and filthy—filled the air, the evidence of her desire still glistening on her skin.
I chuckled darkly, my eyes locked on her face—her flushed cheeks, her swollen lips, the way her tears mixed with the remnants of her pleasure. "Oh, Nathalie," I murmured, my voice a low purr, my fingers still teasing her, refusing to let her escape the truth. "You did want it. You still do."
"N-No!" she cried, her voice breaking, but her body betrayed her, her hips rocking slightly against my hand, her breath coming in shallow, desperate gasps. "I didn’t—! I wouldn’t—!"
"Liar," I whispered, my lips brushing against her ear, my voice a dark caress. "Your body doesn’t lie, Nathalie. Not to ."
My thumb pressed harder against her clit, my fingers curling inside her, finding that spot that made her gasp, her body jerking as pleasure shot through her. "You’re soaking for . You’re still coming on my fingers. You wanted this. You loved it."
"S-Stop—!" she whimpered, her voice trembling, her fingers clutching at my wrist as if she could pull away. But she didn’t. She couldn’t. Because deep down, she knew. "Please..."
"Please, what?" I murmured, my voice a dark tease, my fingers still working her, my lips trailing down her neck, tasting the salt of her tears, the sweetness of her skin. "Please stop? Or please don’t?"
Nathalie’s breath hitched, her body trembling as another wave of pleasure crashed over her, her pussy clenching around my fingers, her thighs shaking. "I—I—" she gasped, her voice breaking, her nails digging into my skin. "I hate you..."
I chuckled, my lips pressing against her throat, my voice a dark whisper. "No, you don’t." My fingers slid out of her, my thumb pressing against her clit one last ti, drawing out a broken moan. "You hate how much you want ."
Her body shuddered against mine, her breath coming in ragged, broken gasps as she collapsed into my arms. Her tears mixed with the sweat on her skin, her fingers still clutching at weakly, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her pleasure. "N-No..." she whispered, her voice barely audible, her denial weak and hollow.
I didn’t give her ti to recover.
With a firm grip, I turned her around, her back pressing against my chest as I wrapped my arms around her, lifting her effortlessly. My cock, hard and throbbing, rubbed against her clit as I carried her forward, the friction making her gasp.
"D-Don’t..." Nathalie stamred, her voice rising in panic as she realized where I was taking her. "Don’t do this, please—I beg you!" Her fingers clawed at my arms, her body tensing as she saw her son, Tyler, lying unconscious on the bed beneath us.
I ignored her pleas.
My hands slid up to grab her tits, my fingers rolling her hard nipples between them as I walked us over Tyler’s face. Nathalie’s breath hitched, her body trembling as my cock jerked, the tip pressing against her clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through her.
"N-No—! Please!" she whimpered, her voice breaking as she looked down at her son, her body betraying her as another drop of arousal slipped from her pussy, falling onto Tyler’s unconscious face.
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