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Chapter 910: Samantha: Bigger Than Boyfriend...
"Aaaah... husband... yes... right there... fuck your wife harder... feel how tight I am? How is my swollen pussy gripping you?" Gabriela said, moaning.
Samantha’s muffled whimpers grew louder — tiny, choked squeaks leaking through her fingers as I pounded her relentlessly. Her hips bucked up involuntarily, meeting my slams despite herself, pussy spasming around my cock with every brutal thrust.
But the moans building in her throat were too much — her hands couldn’t hold them back anymore.
Gabriela saw it — Samantha’s face contorting, mouth opening wider beneath her palms, a loud cry threatening to escape.
With a quick, possessive move, Gabriela leaned in and crushed her lips against Samantha’s — kissing her deeply, tongue invading to muffle the screams completely. Samantha’s eyes widened in shock, but she couldn’t pull away.
Gabriela’s hand cupped the back of her head, holding her in place as the kiss turned filthy, tongues tangling, Gabriela swallowing every desperate sound.
"Mmmph..." Samantha’s muffled moan vibrated into Gabriela’s mouth — a mix of protest and surrender — as I kept slamming into her, the wet slap of my balls against her ass filling the room.
Using the telepathy I’d kept hidden, I tuned into Samantha’s racing thoughts — her mind a whirlwind of panic, shame, and unwilling arousal.
[His cock is much bigger and thicker than my boyfriend’s... it’s reaching too deep... stretching me... filling me... oh god, I can feel every inch... every vein... it’s too much... too rough... but it feels... feels so good... no... I can’t...]
[ I don’t want to cum again... please... not inside... not again... his cum’s already in my womb... I’m so full... so scared... but it’s hitting that spot... deeper than anyone... I can’t stop clenching... can’t stop... aaah...]
I groaned louder, pretending ignorance, hands pinning Samantha’s wrists above her head as I fucked her harder — missionary slams turning savage, bed creaking under the force.
"Wife... fuck... your pussy’s gripping me like a whore... aaah... clenching so tight... You love it rough, don’t you? Love when I slam you like this... breed you deep... even when you’re swollen and sore... I’m gonna fill you again... make you overflow... scream for me, wife... let me hear how much you need it..."
Gabriela broke the kiss just enough to moan in Samantha’s place — voice wrecked and needy — then dove back in, tongue thrusting deeper to silence the girl’s rising cries.
"Aaaaaah... husband... yes... slam me harder... fuck your wife’s swollen pussy... aaah... it hurts so good... deeper... rougher... make me clench... make me milk you... I love it... love when you pin me down... choke me... breed me like a slut... even when I’m too sore... too full... please... don’t stop... fill me again... overflow my wrecked cunt... I’m cumming... cumming from how rough you are... aaaahhh!"
Samantha shattered beneath me — body arching off the bed, pussy convulsing in violent waves around my cock as her third orgasm ripped through her. Her muffled screams poured into Gabriela’s mouth — the kiss turning sloppy, desperate — as slick gushed out around my shaft, soaking us both.
Gabriela kept kissing her through it — swallowing every desperate sound, every broken sob — her tongue thrusting deep into Samantha’s mouth to muffle the rising cries as Samantha’s body convulsed around my cock.
Gabriela’s hand slipped between us again, fingers finding Samantha’s swollen, oversensitive clit and rubbing merciless circles, drawing out the spasms with cruel precision.
Samantha’s hips bucked involuntarily, pussy clamping down in violent waves, milking me deeper even as her mind screamed in panic.
I felt her walls flutter and squeeze — impossibly tight, hotter than before — and the pressure built too fast, too strong.
"Fuck... wife... don’t... your womb... is sucking my cock in... I can’t hold it anymore... here take it... aaaaaa—"
I roared — hips slamming forward one final, brutal time — and erupted deep inside Samantha’s fluttering pussy. Thick, heavy ropes blasted straight into her womb — pulse after violent pulse — flooding her even fuller than before.
Cum overflowed instantly in creamy, obscene floods, gushing out around my shaft, running in hot rivulets down her ass crack, pooling on the sheets beneath us in thick, sticky puddles. Each spurt made her body jolt, her muffled scream pouring into Gabriela’s mouth as the kiss turned sloppy, wet, desperate.
Through the telepathy, Samantha’s thoughts crashed into my mind like a broken dam — raw, fragmented, overwhelmed:
[Too deep... too much cum... he’s breeding me... filling me again... bigger than my boyfriend... thicker... stretching me open... oh god... I’m so full... pregnant... I’m gonna get pregnant... scared... terrified... but it feels... so fucking good... no...]
[Please... stop... more... deeper... aaah... I can’t stop cumming... my pussy won’t let go... milking him... wanting it... I hate this... I love this... aaah...]
Her body arched off the mattress — legs trembling violently — as her third orgasm ripped through her without mercy. Slick gushed out around my cock in hot spurts, mixing with my load, soaking my balls, dripping down onto the bed in messy streams. Tears streamed down her cheeks, soaking into Gabriela’s hair as the kiss finally broke.
Gabriela pulled back — lips swollen, glistening with saliva and tears — and whispered hotly against Samantha’s ear, voice dripping with possessive praise.
"Good girl... you took it all again... kept quiet... let him breed you deep... now breathe... let it settle inside your womb... You did so well... such a perfect little helper... saving my ruined holes by taking his load instead..."
Samantha collapsed — completely limp, wrecked, body quivering with aftershocks — silent tears still falling as she lay pinned beneath me, my cock still buried to the hilt, softening slowly inside her overflowing cunt.
Gabriela licked her neck possessively — slow, claiming strokes — tasting the salt of her tears, the sweat of her shame.
The soaked panties blindfold stayed tied over my eyes.
The deception held tighter than ever.
I stayed "asleep," breathing slow and even, but my cock gave one last weak throb inside her, pushing out another thick glob of cum that leaked down her ass crack.
I growled low — voice rough, sleepy, pretending confusion and lingering lust.
"Wife... I’m not done... flip over... I want that swollen asshole now..."
Samantha’s eyes widened in fresh, raw terror — pupils blown, breath catching in a silent gasp. Her body tensed beneath me, pussy fluttering weakly around my cock in panicked protest.
Gabriela smirked — dark, triumphant — eyes gleaming as she stroked Samantha’s hair like a pet.