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Chapter 911: Samantha’s Pregnancy Risk
Samantha shook her head frantically, sweat-soaked hair plastered to her forehead and neck, tears and saliva glistening on her flushed cheeks. Her wide eyes locked onto Gabriela in silent, desperate pleading — a wordless scream of no more, please, I can’t take it.
Gabriela caught the look and nodded slowly, lips curling into that same wicked, knowing smirk.
She leaned in until her mouth was pressed right against Samantha’s ear, breath hot and intimate, voice dropping to the barest whisper so only Samantha could hear.
"Husband hasn’t calmed down yet... he’s still so hard inside you... throbbing... do you have any tricks to drain him... quickly? Use them... make him cum fast... empty him completely... before he decides he wants your poor little asshole next..."
Samantha’s whole body shuddered violently at the words. My cock — still buried to the hilt in her overflowing pussy — gave a heavy, insistent throb in response, pushing another thick glob of cum deeper into her womb.
She bit her swollen lower lip so hard a fresh bead of blood welled up, but she couldn’t stop the tiny, involuntary roll of her hips — grinding down on me despite herself.
Her thoughts crashed into my mind again through the telepathy — raw, chaotic, unfiltered:
[OMG... he came so deep... and so much... I can feel it sloshing inside me... filling my womb... coating every inch... it’s too much... too hot... I need to take the morning-after pill... right now... otherwise I might really be pregnant... oh god... what if I’m carrying a stranger’s baby...]
She swallowed hard, chest heaving. Another thought slipped through — quieter, more shameful:
[I won’t be able to forget about this cock... hmph... how good would it be if he was really my boyfriend... he’s so handsome... tall... strong... doting on his wife like that... but his wife can’t satisfy him anymore... she’s too old... too worn out... he needs someone younger... tighter... someone like...]
Her gaze flicked sideways — sneaky, guilty — toward Gabriela’s flushed, sweat-slick face.
[She’s truly blessed... even if she’s older... her husband is a young man... virile... rich... it must be because of money he married this old lady... but still... she gets to have him every night... feel this cock whenever she wants... while I...]
The thought cut off abruptly as shame flooded her again. Her pussy clenched hard around me — involuntary, traitorous — milking another weak spurt of leftover cum from my shaft.
I growled low, pretending the blindfold still kept me in the dark, hands sliding down to grip Samantha’s ass cheeks roughly, spreading her wider as I gave a slow, deep roll of my hips.
"Wife... fuck... you’re still so tight... still fluttering around me... You want more, don’t you? Even after I filled you twice... your pussy’s begging for it... clenching like a little whore..."
Samantha’s eyes squeezed shut, fresh tears leaking out as she shook her head again — but her hips betrayed her once more, rocking back to meet my lazy thrust.
Gabriela’s smirk widened. She stroked Samantha’s hair almost tenderly — then leaned in to whisper again, voice dripping with cruel encouragement.
"You heard him... he’s not done... if you don’t drain him now... he’ll flip you over and take your ass... stretch that virgin hole wide... breed it too... so use your tricks, sweet girl... suck his nipples harder... grind that swollen clit on him... clench your pussy like a fist... make him cum again... empty his balls so he’ll soften... do it for me... do it for your poor, sore ’wife’ who can’t take any more..."
Samantha whimpered — a tiny, broken sound — but obeyed. Her lips found my other nipple this time, sucking hard, tongue lashing frantically while her hips started rolling in tight, desperate circles. Her pussy clenched rhythmically around my cock — squeeze, release, squeeze — trying to milk me dry as fast as possible.
Her thoughts flooded my mind again — frantic, conflicted:
[He’s still so hard... still throbbing... how is he not done? My boyfriend would have finished ages ago... but him... he’s like a machine... keeps going... keeps filling me... I can feel his cum sloshing inside... every thrust pushes it deeper... ]
[I’m so full... so stretched... but it feels... fuck... it feels incredible... no... stop thinking that... I have to make him cum... have to drain him... before he takes my ass... I can’t... I can’t let him... but god... if he was mine... if I could have this cock every night... instead of her...]
Gabriela watched the struggle play across Samantha’s face and laughed softly — a low, dark sound — before leaning down to kiss her again. This time the kiss was slower, filthier — tongues sliding together, Gabriela swallowing the tiny whimpers that escaped Samantha’s throat as I picked up the pace again, slamming into her with deliberate, punishing strokes.
I growled louder, hands gripping Samantha’s ass harder, spreading her cheeks wide as I drove in deep.
"Fuck... wife... your pussy’s working so hard tonight... milking me like you’re starving for it... aaah... keep clenching... keep grinding... I’m gonna fill you again... gonna breed this tight little hole until you’re overflowing... until you can’t walk..."
Samantha’s thoughts turned into a broken chant:
[Cum... please cum... drain yourself... empty inside me... no more... no more... but deeper... harder... fuck... I’m gonna cum again... no... stop... yes... more... his cock is ruining me... ruining me for my boyfriend... for anyone... aaah...]
Gabriela broke the kiss just long enough to moan in her place — loud, needy — then dove back in, muffling Samantha’s rising cries as her third orgasm built relentlessly.
I felt the pressure coiling again — balls tightening — and slammed in one final time.
"Fuck... wife... here it comes... take it... take every drop... aaaaa—"
Thick ropes blasted deep into Samantha’s womb once more — flooding her already-full pussy until cum bubbled out in creamy torrents, running down her ass, soaking the sheets completely.
Samantha shattered silently against Gabriela’s mouth — body convulsing, pussy spasming in violent waves, milking me dry as her thoughts dissolved into white-hot chaos:
[Filled... so full... breeding me... again... can’t think... can’t breathe... too much cum... too deep... too good... no... yes... aaah...]
Gabriela finally pulled back — lips swollen, eyes gleaming — and whispered against Samantha’s ear:
"Good girl... you drained him... he’s softening... you saved my ass... now rest... let his load settle in your womb... You earned every drop..."
Samantha collapsed — completely limp, wrecked, trembling — while Gabriela licked the fresh overflow from her stretched hole with slow, possessive strokes.
The blindfold stayed on.
The deception held.
And I — still buried inside her overflowing, bred cunt — let out a low, satisfied growl.
"Wife... fuck... you drained me good... but give me a minute... I’ll be hard again soon... that asshole’s waiting..."
Samantha’s eyes snapped open in fresh terror.
Gabriela smirked wider.