She clenched hungrily, protectively around the thick shaft of his cock, though the swollen head was slowly forcing the tight door of her womb. It was killing her. She writhed wantonly against him. It was the greatest pleasure she had ever known.
“Take me,” he rasped. “That’s it. Take me.” He ground against her.
Passion’s whole body began to shake and open. She felt everything inside her was going to shatter. And she wanted it.
His eyes never left her. “Take all of me. Open for me. Open! “
And he bore down so hard upon her and drove up so fiercely that Passion broke. The resisting opening to her womb lifted, moved in some small way. Her heart stopped, and she sucked in air. Then her whole body began to convulse in wracking spasms of hot, quivering desire. The only heart that beat was the one between her legs. Beating so hard, so fast—shaking her with violent jolts of wracking pleasure. Her eyes rolled back, and with a weak, keening cry, warm wetness gushed out of her in a torrential wash of cum and tears.
(via wearenotgods)
