"Look at you," I murmured, my voice a dark purr against her ear, my fingers pinching her nipples harder, my cock rubbing against her clit with deliberate slowness. "Still so wet for . Still so needy." My lips brushed against her neck, my voice a dark tease. "Even now. Even here."
Nathalie’s body shuddered, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she felt the sha and pleasure warring inside her. "I-I’m sorry—!" she sobbed, her voice trembling, her fingers clutching at my arms as if she could stop . But she couldn’t. She was mine. And I wasn’t done with her yet.
My cock throbbed against her, my hands gripping her tits possessively as I held her above her son, my voice a dark growl in her ear. "
You should be." I pressed my cock harder against her clit, my fingers twisting her nipples, my lips brushing against her skin. "But you’re not sorry enough to stop, are you?"
Nathalie’s breath hitched, her body trembling as I lowered her onto the hospital bed. The space was limited, forcing her into a docile, submissive position—on her hands and knees, her ass presented to like an offering. She didn’t fight it. She didn’t scream. She just stayed there, her body trembling, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
The hospital bed creaked beneath Nathalie as I pressed her down, her body trembling in that perfect, submissive doggy position. Her ass was right there—flushed, trembling, her cheeks spread wide by my hands, revealing every filthy detail of her tight, puckered asshole.
It was glistening—not just with sweat, but with the faintest sheen of her own arousal, the musky, earthy scent of her filling the air.
The skin around it was slightly damp, the folds just barely parted, revealing the dark, forbidden entrance that clenched at the air. I could see the way it twitched, hungry for attention, the faintest hint of sothing darker—unwashed, real—lingering in the air.
"Mmm, look at this," I growled, my breath hot against her skin as I leaned in, inhaling her deeply. "So fucking dirty." My thumb pressed against her asshole, feeling the way it resisted before giving way slightly, the heat radiating from it. "You didn’t wash here, did you, Nathalie?"
Angela stepped closer, her fingers tilting Nathalie’s chin up, forcing her to et her gaze. "Did you, slut?" Angela taunted, her voice dripping with mock concern. "Or did you just let him find you like this? All filthy and used?"
Nathalie’s breath hitched, her face burning with humiliation. "I—I—" she stamred, her voice trembling, her body trembling as my thumb pressed harder, teasing her entrance.
"No answer?" Angela smirked, her fingers tightening in Nathalie’s hair. "That’s what I thought." She leaned in, her lips brushing against Nathalie’s ear, her voice a dark whisper. "You like being dirty for him, don’t you? You like knowing he’s going to lick you just like this—unwashed, filthy, his."
Nathalie’s body shuddered, her asshole clenching at my thumb, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "N-No..." she whimpered, but her voice lacked conviction, her body arching back against , her asshole begging for more.
"Liar," I growled, my tongue dragging over her asshole, tasting the faint tang of sweat, the musky flavor of her skin. "You love it." My tongue pressed inside, swirling around the tight ring, feeling the way it clenched around .
Nathalie’s fingers clawed at the sheets, her body jerking as I licked her again, my tongue pressing deeper inside her. "N-Nnngh—!" she whimpered, her voice breaking, her asshole pulsing around my tongue, her pussy dripping onto the bed beneath her.
"Look at her," Angela purred, her fingers tracing Nathalie’s flushed cheek, her voice a dark tease. "She’s dripping for you. Her asshole is clenching around your tongue like it’s begging for more." She leaned in, her lips brushing against Nathalie’s ear. "And you know she didn’t wash, don’t you? You know she’s been saving this for you."
I chuckled darkly, my tongue fucking Nathalie’s asshole with slow, deliberate strokes. "Oh, I know," I growled, my voice vibrating against her skin. "She’s mine. And I love how filthy she is for ."
Nathalie’s breath ca in ragged gasps, her body trembling as I continued to lick her, my tongue swirling around her asshole, my fingers gripping her hips, holding her in place. "Such a good girl," I murmured against her skin, my voice a dark promise. "Taking my tongue in her dirty little asshole like the slut she is."
Angela’s fingers tightened in Nathalie’s hair, her voice a dark whisper. "And you love it, don’t you?"
Nathalie’s body shuddered violently, her asshole clenching around my tongue like a vice, her pussy dripping onto the sterile white sheets beneath her. "Y-Yes..." she whimpered, her voice cracking with sha and desire, her body arching back against , her fingers clawing at the bedsheets. The scent of her—musky, sweet, and filthy—filled the air, her arousal so thick I could taste it.
"Good girl," I growled, my voice a dark promise as I pulled my tongue back with a wet pop, leaving her asshole glistening and slightly gaping. "Now let’s see how deep you can take ."
Before she could react, I aligned the thick, throbbing head of my cock against her tight, untouched asshole. Nathalie’s breath hitched, her body tensing as she felt the pressure, her eyes widening in shock. "W-Wait—! Kraven, I—I can’t—!" she gasped, but it was too late.
With a slow, relentless push, I forced the head of my cock inside her. The burning sensation of her asshole gripping tightly sent a jolt of pleasure through , my pre-cum leaking in thick, slick droplets, coating her entrance. Nathalie bit her lip hard, her fingers digging into the sheets as she tried to stifle her cry, her body trembling with the stretch.
"F-Fuck—! It’s—! Aaaah—!" she whimpered, her voice breaking, her asshole clenching around like it was trying to push out—and failing.
But Angela wasn’t having it.
With a firm grip, she pushed Nathalie’s body back, forcing her to take all at once. Nathalie’s asshole swallowed my cock in one brutal, relentless thrust, her scream tearing through the room as I bottod out inside her. "AAAAH—! NO—! IT’S TOO—! FUCK—!" she shrieked, her body jerking, her asshole burning around my cock, her pussy gushing with arousal.
I didn’t give her ti to adjust.
With a dark chuckle, I lifted her completely off the bed, her body suspended in the air, impaled on my cock, her asshole stretched obscenely around . The pressure, the fullness—it was too much. Nathalie’s body convulsed, her muscles locking up as the overwhelming sensation hit her.
And then—
A hot, shaful gush of piss sprayed from her, her bladder releasing as the pleasure and pain beca too much to bear. "N-NO—! I’M—! I CAN’T—! AAAAH—!" she sobbed, her face burning with humiliation as her piss splattered onto the bed beneath her.
Angela didn’t miss a beat.
Her fingers imdiately found Nathalie’s clit, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles as she purred, "Let help you, sweetheart." Her other hand gripped Nathalie’s thigh, spreading her wider, ensuring every drop of her shaful release landed exactly where it would do the most damage.
Right on Tyler’s face.
The first splatter hit his cheek, warm and shaful, and his eyes fluttered open, confusion and horror dawning as Nathalie’s piss drenched him. "W-What the—? M-Mom—?!" he choked, sputtering as the golden stream continued to splash across his face, his body jerking as he tried to sit up.
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