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Chapter 7: Cervix Hitman
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 7: Cervix Hitman - Erik, a mid-level office worker, had a simple dream:"Graduate college.Get a job.Screw MILFs." But reality wasn't so kind to him—black company—a corporate hellhole that literally made employees work to death-he died. Yet, reality wasn't entirely cruel either. He suddenly transmigrated into the body of an 18-year-old—young, energetic, muscular, and brimming with vitality. And best of all? "What? I'm transmigrated sleeping right next to my step-aunt?!"
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Mira’s pussy, unprepared for his full length, clenched desperately, stretched wider than anything she had ever felt, forced to mold around him inch by inch—still taking in only half.
Mira’s body buckled. Her voice tore free in a shattering cry,”Kyaaaahhh!!!”
“Don’t cry on me now,” Mike muttered, feeling only half his length swallowed by her trembling pussy.
I’ll mold it, he promised himself.
He drew back slowly—her pussy clinging desperately, hooked tight around the ridge of his tip, refusing to let him go.
Mike smirked. He had no plans to stop.
With a brutal snap of his hips, he drove forward, slamming deeper, smashing against her cervix as more of his cock forced its way inside—stretching her further, filling her more than she’d ever thought possible.
Mira yelped through her moan, “Nghhh—!” Her body glistened with sweat, eyes brimming with tears, hands clutching the sheets so hard her knuckles turned white—almost tearing through the fabric.
Mike withdrew, only to slam back in, harder, deeper.
Her cry broke louder this time, nose running, saliva spilling from her wide, trembling mouth—yet she didn’t care. She couldn’t.
Each thrust pressed her further into the mattress, her pussy clinging tight, tugging on him as if begging not to let go.
Mike only drove harder—every pull followed by a merciless push, every slam making her mind haze, every strike numbing her thoughts until all that remained was the raw rhythm pounding her into submission.
Mira only yelped. Mike didn’t care.
Right now, he had only one thought driving him— push her harder, make her go numb, and above all ... mold her pussy to his shape. So that every time he entered— whenever he entered—her body would remember, her pussy carved to fit him alone.
His hand slid forward. More pleasure means more stretch.
Unfisting his fingers, he spread his palm wide, latching over her entire areola—nipples dragging and brushing against his skin as he pressed down. His palm swallowed her breast, clutching not only the stiff peak but the soft flesh and pale skin surrounding it.
He pumped his hips, as he pulled—kneaded her breasts with a merciless rhythm. Beneath him, Mira’s hips clapped against his thrusts; above, her gasps broke into helpless cries. The mix of pressure and stimulation made her pussy quiver, yielding more space, molding tighter and deeper around him.
“That’s it,” Mike growled, his lips curling as her body bent to his will.