Chapter 8

I’m sprawled out on Regina’s massive king-size bed, my chest heaving as I try to suck in air, my body slick with sweat from the marathon fuck session we just had. My mind is a goddamn battlefield, a devil and an angel duking it out over what the hell I should do next. The angel’s whispering sweet nothings about taking Regina’s deal—calling it a draw, letting her buy me clothes, fucking her brains out every day after school in this fancy-ass house. It’s a sweet setup, no doubt. But the devil? That bastard’s growling in my ear, telling me to break this bitch, to push her until she’s begging to share me with every hot piece of ass in this town. A harem, a fucking harem—now that’s a thought that gets my blood pumping. I glance down at my cock, still rock-hard and throbbing, jutting up like a goddamn flagpole. No surprise there; my dick’s already cast its vote, and it ain’t for monogamy.

Regina’s half-draped over me, her perfect, naked body pressed against mine, her skin warm and soft as she lazily traces a finger over the sparse hairs on my chest. Her breathing’s steadier than mine, her composure annoyingly intact. Of course, she’s less worn out—she’s gotta be one of those fitness freaks, probably does yoga or some shit to keep that body in peak condition. Me? I’m a lazy fuck who never exercises, and after pounding her for what feels like hours, I’m damn near ready to pass out. The only thing keeping me conscious right now is the gnawing hunger in my gut, my stomach rumbling loud enough to be heard over our heavy breaths. I didn’t even get to eat lunch today, thanks to that asshole Biff and the chaos of this fucked-up first day at school.

I shift slightly under her weight, trying to figure out if I’ve got anything left in the tank. My body’s screaming for a break, but my cock’s still begging for more, and that devil in my head is egging me on. Maybe I can keep this going without completely killing myself. If I make her do all the work, I can just lie back, catch my breath, and let her ride me into oblivion. Yeah, that’s the ticket. I turn my head to look at her, her smug little smirk still lingering on those perfect lips, and I decide to take control again. “Get back on top, Regina,” I command, my voice rough with exhaustion but firm enough to let her know I’m not asking. “Ride me. Now.”

Her eyes light up with that mix of challenge and lust I’ve come to recognize, and she doesn’t hesitate. “As you wish,” she purrs, her formal tone making even that simple phrase sound like a fucking royal decree. She slides her leg over my hips, straddling me with the grace of a goddamn panther, her wet pussy hovering just above my aching cock. She teases me for a moment, rubbing her slick folds against the tip, and I have to grit my teeth to keep from groaning like a desperate little bitch. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, she sinks down onto me, taking every inch of my thick shaft into her tight, warm cunt. Fuck, it’s like sliding into heaven, even after all the times I’ve been inside her today. Her pussy grips me like a vice, and I can’t help but let out a low, guttural moan as she bottoms out, her ass pressing against my thighs.

Regina starts to move, rolling her hips in a slow, sensual rhythm that’s both torture and bliss. Her hands brace against my chest, her nails digging into my skin just enough to sting, and I let my head fall back against the pillow, my eyes half-lidded as I watch her perfect tits bounce with every motion. She’s a fucking vision, her toned body glistening with a light sheen of sweat, her face a mask of pleasure as she rides me like she owns my cock. And hell, maybe she does right now—I’m too goddamn tired to argue. I keep my hands on her hips, guiding her just enough to let her know I’m still in charge, but really, I’m just along for the ride, letting her do the heavy lifting while I try to pull myself together.

“You like that, do you not?” she murmurs, her voice dripping with that haughty confidence as she grinds down harder, her pussy clenching around me in a way that makes my toes curl. “You cannot get enough of me, can you?”

I smirk up at her, even though my body’s screaming for mercy. “Keep talking, princess. Let’s see if that mouth of yours can keep up with your cunt.” My words are crude, raw, and I see the flash of heat in her eyes as they hit their mark. She loves it when I talk dirty, loves it when I push back, and I’m not about to stop now. I thrust up into her, just once, hard enough to make her gasp, and then I let her take over again, my hands sliding up to grope her bouncing tits, pinching her hard nipples until she’s moaning loud enough to wake the fucking neighbors.

She picks up the pace, riding me faster, her hips slamming down onto mine with a wet, obscene slap that fills the room. I can feel the pressure building again, my balls tightening as another orgasm creeps up on me way too fucking soon. I’m not ready to blow yet, not when I’m still trying to decide if I’m gonna push for more, but my body doesn’t give a shit about my plans. Regina’s pussy is relentless, milking my cock with every damn thrust, and I know I’m not gonna last. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” I grunt out, my voice strained as I try to hold back, but it’s no use. She leans forward, her lips brushing against my ear as she whispers, “Do it. Fill me up again. I want it all.”

Her words are the final fucking straw. I groan, my hands gripping her ass hard enough to leave marks as I explode inside her, my cock pulsing as I shoot rope after rope of hot cum deep into her greedy cunt. She keeps riding me through it, drawing out every last shudder until I’m a trembling mess beneath her, my breath coming in ragged gasps. I’m spent, completely fucking drained, but my cock—stubborn bastard that it is—stays hard, still buried inside her as she slows to a stop, collapsing onto my chest with a satisfied sigh.

Her body is pressed against mine, her tits squashed against my chest, her head resting on my shoulder as my dick twitches inside her soaked pussy. I can feel her heartbeat, fast but steady, and I’m acutely aware of how much more energy she seems to have left. She’s not even panting as hard as I am, and that pisses me off a little, even as I’m too tired to do shit about it. “You are not done yet, are you?” she teases, lifting her head to look at me with that smug fucking smirk, her fingers tracing lazy circles on my chest again.

I let out a weak chuckle, my mind still spinning with the angel-devil debate. My body’s screaming for rest, for food, for anything but more fucking, but my cock’s still ready to go, and that devil in my head is whispering sweet temptations about breaking her, about making her beg to share me. I don’t know if I’ve got the energy to push this any further right now, but I’m not ready to give up either.

I look at her and say, my voice rough but playful, “That sure was hot when you blew me in the bathroom this morning.” Her eyes light up, a sultry purr escaping her lips as she recalls the memory. “Indeed, that was quite hot,” she admits, her formal tone mixing with a rare softness. “I have no idea what got into me. I swear I am normally not such a ... slut, but something about you ... I just ... could not help myself.”

I smirk, feeling my cock twitch inside her still-wet pussy at her words. “How about we relive that moment right now?” I suggest, flexing my dick for emphasis, letting her feel how hard I still am. Regina wiggles her hips in response, a delighted giggle bubbling up as she confirms my readiness. “You, Sir, are a machine!” she exclaims, her tone light and teasing. But then her expression shifts, getting a bit more serious as she adds, “But you are a smelly machine.” She slides off me, her body glistening with sweat—hers and mine—as she climbs out of bed. “Come, we both need to shower,” she declares, reaching for my hand to help pull me up.

There it is, that controlling nature of hers rearing its head again. She’s only submissive when I’m balls deep in her, fucking her into oblivion. The second I pull out, she’s back to her authoritative, bossy self, acting like she’s the one calling the shots. If I step into that shower with her now, I’m silently agreeing to her damn draw, letting her think she’s got me under her thumb. She turns, still holding my hand, and starts to lead me toward her private bathroom, her grip firm like she’s already decided what’s happening next. But I plant my feet, stopping her mid-tug. Something inside me just fucking snaps. I thought I was completely drained, every ounce of energy fucked out of me, but apparently, there’s some deep, dormant reserve buried in my core, some primal shit I didn’t even know I had. She might be Regina Fuckin’ George, but I’m Chris Swanson, God of FUCK, and I’m not done with her yet.

“Oh no, we’re not done yet,” I growl, my voice low and dangerous, filled with a newfound fire. Before she can react, I yank her back toward me and shove her up against the wall near the bed, facing away from me. Her gasp of surprise turns into a moan as I pin her there, one hand squeezing the back of her neck hard enough to keep her in place, the other guiding my throbbing cock to her entrance. I don’t wait, don’t ask—I just line myself up and slam into her from behind, burying my dick to the hilt in her tight, slick cunt. She cries out, a mix of arousal and a slight grimace flickering across her face in the mirror on the wall. I can tell she’s sore from the non-stop fucking we’ve been doing, but I don’t give a shit right now. My need to dominate, to break her, overrides everything else.

I start fucking into her with relentless force, each thrust pushing her perfect tits into the wall, her body trapped between me and the unyielding surface. My hips slap against her firm ass with every brutal stroke, the sound echoing in her massive bedroom. I reach one hand down between her legs, searching for her clit, and I give a mental thanks to Jess for showing me exactly where to find it during our shower this morning. It takes a second, my fingers fumbling through her wetness, but I know I’ve got the right spot when Regina’s moans kick up a notch, turning into desperate, keening cries. My other hand snakes between her body and the wall, wrapping around her throat. I don’t choke her—I’m not trying to fucking murder the best lay I’ve ever had—but I apply just enough pressure to let her know I’m there, I’m in control, and she’s not calling the shots anymore.

With one hand rubbing her clit in tight, fast circles and the other gripping her throat, I fall into a sort of trance. The reptilian part of my brain takes over, pure instinct driving me as I fuck the absolute shit out of her. My cock pistons in and out of her dripping pussy, each thrust harder, deeper, claiming her in a way that’s raw and animalistic. Regina’s body responds instantly, her moans turning into screams as she starts cumming, and holy fuck, she doesn’t stop. It’s like I’ve hit the perfect rhythm—fucking and rubbing in sync—that sends her spiraling into a continuous wave of orgasms, one crashing into the next without a break. Her pussy flutters and clamps down around my cock, spasming uncontrollably as she loses herself in the pleasure, in the pain, in the complete domination of her body.

She’s not even forming words anymore, just grunting and gasping, primal sounds spilling from her lips as drool leaks from the corner of her mouth. Her eyes are half-lidded, unfocused, her face a mask of pure, overwhelmed ecstasy reflected in the mirror. I can see every twitch, every shudder, and it fuels me, drives me to keep going even though my body’s screaming for rest. My subconscious has completely taken over, pushing me to fuck her until there’s nothing left to give, until she’s a broken, quivering mess under my control. “That’s it, you fucking slut,” I snarl, my voice rough and guttural as I pound into her. “Cum for me. Keep cumming. You’re mine, Regina. Fucking mine.”

Her body shakes against the wall, her knees buckling as another orgasm rips through her, but I hold her up, my grip on her neck and my cock buried deep in her pussy keeping her in place. I can feel my own climax building, a tight, burning pressure in my balls, but I fight it off, not ready to let this end. I want her to break first, to beg me to stop, to admit she can’t handle me. My fingers work her clit harder, my thrusts becoming erratic as I lose myself in the raw, filthy heat of fucking her senseless. Her pussy’s a mess, dripping with our combined juices, the wet, obscene sounds of our bodies slamming together filling the room. I don’t know how long I can keep this up, but right now, I don’t care. I’m the God of FUCK, and Regina Fuckin’ George is gonna learn exactly what that means.

My vision is teetering on the edge of blacking out, the world around me blurring as a high-pitched ringing fills my ears. Darkness creeps in at the corners of my eyes, threatening to swallow me whole, but I’m still going, rutting into Regina like some possessed fucking animal. My body’s beyond its limit, every muscle screaming in protest, yet I can’t stop—won’t stop—pounding into her tight, spasming cunt with everything I’ve got left. Her body is pinned against the wall, trembling under my relentless assault, her continuous orgasms milking my cock as I push us both past the point of sanity. Just as my vision is about to go completely black, Regina lets out a final, ear-piercing scream, a sound so raw and desperate it cuts through the haze in my head. Her body goes slack, her knees buckling as she passes out from the sheer intensity, and I don’t have a shred of strength left to hold her up.

We start to collapse together, her dead weight pulling me down with her. With a Herculean effort I didn’t even know I had in me, I twist our bodies mid-fall, managing to angle us so we crash onto the bed instead of the hard floor. The impact jars me, my chest heaving as I gasp in huge, desperate breaths of air, each one burning my lungs like I’ve just sprinted a fucking mile. My heart’s pounding so hard I can feel it in my skull, my entire body trembling from exhaustion. I’m lying there, half on top of Regina’s unconscious form, my cock still buried inside her, but I can’t even focus on that. Survival instincts kick in, raw and primal, and all I can think is, “Water, must get water!” My throat feels like sandpaper, my body screaming for hydration after the marathon of fucking and the sheer physical toll it’s taken.

I pull out of her with a groan, my cock finally softening a bit as I stumble off the bed, my legs wobbling like a newborn deer. I’m so dizzy I have to brace myself against the walls just to stay upright, my hands slapping against the smooth surfaces as I make my way out of Regina’s room and toward the kitchen. I’m too fucking exhausted to even notice I’m still completely naked, let alone give a shit. My dick swings between my legs, my body slick with sweat and cum, but all I can focus on is the burning need for something to drink. Each step feels like I’m wading through molasses, the hallway stretching endlessly before me, but I finally stagger into the kitchen, the cool tile under my bare feet a small relief.

I lurch toward their massive, stainless-steel fridge, nearly collapsing as I yank the door open, gripping the handle for balance to keep from face-planting. My vision’s still spotty, but I scan the shelves frantically, desperate for anything to quench this fucking thirst. Soda, orange juice, some weird purple stuff ... and then I spot it—Powerade! Fucking jackpot. I snatch the bottle, twist the cap off with shaky hands, and gulp it down like it’s a goddamn lifeline, the cold, sweet liquid hitting my parched throat like a miracle. I don’t stop, chugging the whole thing in seconds, drops spilling down my chin and onto my chest as I gasp between swallows. I drop the empty bottle to the floor with a hollow clatter, not giving a fuck about the mess, and scan the fridge again, my body still screaming for more.

My eyes land on a row of protein shakes, pre-made in sleek bottles, and I grab one without a second thought. I crack it open and start chugging, so fast I don’t even breathe until the entire thing is gone, the thick, creamy shake coating my throat and settling in my empty stomach. I’m panting hard now, standing in front of the open fridge, the cold air washing over my naked, overheated body as I feel the nutrients slowly start to absorb, giving me the tiniest flicker of energy. My chest heaves, my breaths still ragged, but I’m starting to feel a little less like I’m gonna keel over and die right here in this fancy-ass kitchen.

I hear some noise coming from the direction of the garage—a faint clatter or maybe a door closing—but I’m still too fucking tired to process what it means. My brain’s a foggy mess, barely registering anything beyond the immediate need to hydrate and recover. I grab another protein shake from the fridge, my hands still trembling as I twist the cap off, and start chugging that one down too, the cold liquid sliding down my throat as I lean against the open fridge door for support. My body’s starting to stabilize, the ringing in my ears fading a bit, but I’m still a long way from feeling human again. I don’t know who or what’s in the garage, and right now, I don’t have the energy to care. All I can focus on is replenishing what I’ve lost, standing there naked and vulnerable, panting like a dog in the middle of Regina’s pristine kitchen.

I’m halfway through chugging my third protein shake, the cold, thick liquid sliding down my throat as I stand there, naked as the day I was born, in front of Regina’s open fridge. My body’s still trembling from the marathon fuck session I just put myself through, but the shakes are starting to bring me back from the brink, dulling the dizziness and giving me a sliver of energy. That’s when I hear a female voice behind me, cutting through the haze in my head. “Hey honey, can you help me carry in...” The voice trails off abruptly, and I turn around, bottle still in hand, to see who I assume is Regina’s mom standing there, frozen in the doorway to the kitchen.

She’s a total MILF, no question about it. Early 40s, with dyed blonde hair pulled back in a sleek, professional bun, and a body that screams money and maintenance. Her boobs are way too big for her thin frame, almost certainly fake, straining against the tailored fabric of her designer business suit. The skirt hugs her hips just right, and her legs look killer in those high heels. She’s staring at me, some random naked guy in her pristine kitchen, her mouth hanging open in shock. I can see the scream building in her throat, her eyes wide with alarm—until they drop down to my huge cock, still semi-hard and pointing right at her like a fucking weapon. Her gasp of shock shifts mid-breath, her expression morphing as my pheromones start to take effect. Her eyes glaze over, the initial fear melting into a mix of intrigue and nervousness, her posture softening just a fraction as she takes me in.

Earlier today, I was still torn on whether this wasp sting was a blessing or a curse. But after fucking the hottest girl I’ve ever seen for hours on end, pounding Regina into submission, and now watching her incredibly hot mom fall under my spell, I’ve made up my mind. This sting? It’s a fucking blessing. Fuck yeah, it is. I feel a smirk tug at my lips as I slowly walk toward her, my movements casual and deliberate, like it’s the most normal thing in the world to be buck naked in her kitchen, sipping a protein shake. My cock swings slightly with each step, and I can see her eyes darting between my face and my dick, her breath hitching. Channeling the suavest voice I can muster, I say, “Hello there, you must be Regina’s mother. A pleasure to meet you.”

She hesitates for a moment, her voice trembling just a bit as she replies, “The pleasure is all mine, and please, call me Lynda. And you are?” Her tone is still tinged with nervousness, but there’s an undercurrent of intrigue now, her eyes lingering on me as the pheromones work their magic.

“I’m Chris,” I answer smoothly, stepping closer and taking her hand. In a move that feels fucking ridiculous but somehow right, I bring it to my lips and kiss the back of it, my eyes locked on hers. She seems to eat it up, her tense shoulders relaxing a bit more, a small, flattered smile tugging at her lips. “Such a gentleman,” she murmurs, her voice warming. “Much more polite than the jocks Regina normally brings home. Speaking of whom, would you be so kind as to take me to her?”

“Certainly,” I reply, my confidence surging as I place my hand on the small of her back, guiding her out of the kitchen and toward Regina’s room. A week ago, I probably would’ve shit myself if I were in this position—naked, in a stranger’s house, chatting up a hot MILF like I own the place. I’m not sure where the hell this confidence is coming from, but I’m riding the wave, hoping it doesn’t crash anytime soon. My hand rests just above the curve of her ass as I lead her through the hallway, my cock still out and proud, and I can feel her body subtly leaning into my touch, the nervousness in her demeanor slowly being replaced by something else—lust. Her eyes keep flicking to me, her breathing a little shallower now, and I know I’ve got her hooked, just like every other woman who’s come near me since that damn wasp sting.

As Lynda and I step into Regina’s room, the first thing that slams into me is the heavy, unmistakable stench of sex and sweat hanging thick in the air. It’s like walking into a goddamn locker room after a gangbang, the raw, musky scent clinging to everything. Lynda sucks in a sharp breath, her eyes widening in shock as she takes in the sight of her daughter—still passed out naked on the bed, sprawled across the cum-stained sheets. Regina’s body is a mess, streaks of dried and fresh cum smeared across her flawless skin, her hair disheveled and sticking to her face. The room itself looks like a war zone, evidence of our marathon fuck session splattered everywhere—on the bed, the walls, even a few drops on the floor. Lynda’s gaze darts around, taking it all in, before landing back on me, her expression a mix of disbelief and something hotter, hungrier.

“What happened in here?” she asks, her voice trembling slightly, though I can hear the undercurrent of fascination beneath the shock. I turn to her, locking eyes with her, my stare unflinching and bold. “I fucked your daughter till she passed out,” I say bluntly, my voice low and matter-of-fact, letting the crude truth of it hit her full force. Her eyes flicker back to the scene, taking in the cum stains everywhere, the mess covering Regina, the sticky residue still clinging to my own naked body. Then her gaze drops to my cock, still hard as a fucking rock, jutting out proudly despite everything I’ve put it through. “You did all this yourself?” she murmurs, her tone laced with awe. “How are you still hard?”

I just shrug, playing it off like it’s no big deal, even though inside I’m marveling at my own damn stamina. “Guess I’ve got a lot to give,” I reply casually, a smirk tugging at my lips as I watch the lust deepen in her eyes. Before she can say anything else, Regina starts to stir on the bed, rolling over to face us with a soft groan. Her eyes flutter open, bleary at first, but as her vision comes into focus, she registers us standing there. “Mom?!?” she gasps, her voice a mix of groggy confusion and embarrassment as she quickly yanks the sheet up to cover her naked body, clutching it to her chest like a lifeline.

Lynda turns to her daughter, a sly, almost predatory smile curling her lips. “Well, well, well, looks like someone finally met their match,” she says, her tone dripping with a mix of amusement and challenge. Then, to my absolute fucking astonishment, Lynda starts undressing right there in front of us. She shrugs off her tailored blazer, placing it neatly on a nearby chair, her movements deliberate and unhurried as she begins unbuttoning her silk blouse. Her eyes stay locked on me the entire time, burning with raw, unapologetic lust, the nervousness from earlier completely gone now that my pheromones have taken full effect. Regina seems as shocked as I am, her mouth dropping open as she stammers, “Mom! What are you doing?”

Lynda doesn’t even flinch, her voice calm and matter-of-fact as she slips off her blouse, revealing a lacy black bra that barely contains her massive, fake tits. “A man that can outlast you is a man that I have to take for a spin,” she says simply, as if it’s the most logical thing in the world. Her skirt comes off next, pooling at her feet to expose matching lace panties and those long, toned legs. Holy shit, this is one fucked-up family. I’ve been racking my brain trying to figure out the best way to seduce the mom too, to add her to my growing list of conquests, but here she is, doing it all on her own without me lifting a damn finger. With Regina, I always had to maintain control, fight tooth and nail to dominate her every step of the way. But with Lynda? I think I’m just gonna let this play out, see where her lust takes us. My cock twitches at the thought, already eager for more despite the exhaustion still lingering in my bones.

Lynda steps out of her heels, now standing there in just her lingerie, her body a goddamn masterpiece of curves and money well spent. Her eyes never leave mine, the hunger in them almost palpable as she reaches behind her back to unclasp her bra, letting it fall away to reveal those huge, perfect tits, nipples already hard and begging for attention. Regina’s still staring, wide-eyed and speechless, the sheet clutched tight against her as she watches her mom strip down for me. I lean against the doorframe, crossing my arms casually, my cock standing at full attention as I take in the surreal scene unfolding before me. I don’t say a word, don’t make a move—just let Lynda come to me, let her show me how far she’s willing to go. Inside, I’m buzzing with a mix of disbelief and raw, primal excitement. This wasp sting? Best fucking thing that ever happened to me.

Once Lynda’s completely naked, her designer lingerie discarded on the chair, she drops down to her hands and knees right there in Regina’s room. My breath catches as I watch her start to crawl toward me—or more specifically, toward my cock. Her movements are predatory, deliberate, her eyes locked on my hard, cum-smeared dick like a tiger stalking its prey. Those massive, fake tits sway with each motion, her toned ass wiggling slightly as she prowls closer, the lust in her gaze so intense it’s almost feral. Regina, still clutching the sheet to her chest on the bed, watches this unfold with her mouth gaping open, her expression a mix of shock and disbelief as her mom closes the distance between us.

When Lynda reaches me, she pauses, her face inches from my crotch, and starts taking deep, hungry breaths through her nose, inhaling the raw, musky scent of cum and sex clinging to my legs and cock. Her eyes flutter half-closed, a low moan escaping her lips as she savors it, completely unashamed. Then, without a word, she leans in and drags her tongue along the length of my dick, lapping up the sticky mix of my cum and Regina’s juices like it’s fucking ambrosia. Regina was totally put off by the mess all over me after our marathon session, but Lynda? She’s relishing it, her tongue working with an eager, depraved hunger that sends a jolt straight through me.

Regina finally breaks her stunned silence, her voice a high-pitched whine as she stammers, “Mo ... mom, what are you doing? What about Dad?!” Lynda pulls back just enough to glance at her daughter, her lips glistening with the mess she’s been licking off me, a dismissive smirk curling her mouth. “Oh, grow up,” she says coolly, her tone cutting. “Your father sent me home early so he could try to fuck our new secretary.” With that, she turns her attention back to me, her eyes locking onto mine with a smoldering intensity. Without breaking eye contact, she opens her mouth and slides the entire length of my cock down her throat in one smooth, practiced motion, taking me to the hilt like it’s nothing.

A guttural groan rips out of me as her warm, wet throat envelops me, her lips sealing tight around the base of my shaft. Then she starts rhythmically contracting her throat muscles, a pulsing, sucking motion that feels like she’s trying to draw my cum straight out of my balls. “Fuuuuck,” I hiss, my head tipping back against the doorframe as the sensation hits me like a freight train. This feels fucking amazing, beyond anything I’ve experienced today. If I hadn’t already cum a dozen times in a row, I’d be painting the inside of her mouth right now, no question. My hands twitch at my sides, and I can’t help but taunt her, my voice rough with lust. “Damn, Lynda, you really like tasting your daughter on my cock, don’t you?”

That sets her off like a fucking firecracker. She moans loudly around my dick, the vibrations sending shivers up my spine as she doubles down on her maddening suction, her throat working me over with expert precision. I can’t just stand here passively anymore; the need to dominate surges through me, raw and unstoppable. I grab two fistfuls of her perfectly styled blonde hair, yanking her head closer as I start fucking her face with brutal force. My hips snap forward, driving my cock deep into her throat over and over, and she fucking loves it—her hands brace against my thighs, not to push me away, but to pull me closer, gagging and slurping as she takes every punishing thrust like a goddamn pro.