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Wailing. Legs kicking. Pussy spraying as she came undone under me, milking my cock with obscene, uncontrollable spasms.
I didn’t stop.
I leaned over and whispered,“Good girl. That’s three. You’ve earned your fourth.”
She blinked the tears from her eyes, silently begging as she shook her head.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it? My cock in this breeding hole. Hmm?” I teased, grinding against her clit.
She pressed her hips up to meet mine.
Her body wanted more. And it was almost time for me to come.
Chapter 35
Lena
He pulled out without warning and flipped me onto my belly, and blanketed my back with his damp, heavy body. I moaned when I felt his cock slide between my slick folds again. My hips lifted on instinct, offering, begging. He kept count of every time I came—but I’d stopped counting. I was lost in a fevered haze of need. Mind broken. Body open. All I wanted was more.
My aching nipples were crushed flat against the waterproof sheet. He’d sucked them raw.
“You see? This greedy little fuckhole still needs more,” he said, feeding me his cock again.
I mooed for him.
“One last time, give it to me one last time. Cream all over my cock,” he growled as he started to move behind me.
He slammed into me so hard my clit kept grazing the soaked sheet beneath us.
“Yeah—oh, this hole is mine,” he growled, pounding deeper.
Each thrust forced another drag of friction. Each slap of his hips sent sparks through me.
Until I felt it—another orgasm building like a scream in my blood.
“Oooh, no—I need to pee,” I squealed, too far gone to care I was speaking.
He didn’t stop.
He fucked me harder.
“Piss yourself. I’m not stopping.”
I tried to clench down, but I made it worse—the need to come and pee.
His body dropped harder, pressing on my bladder.
Again and again, those vicious, raining thrusts didn’t stop.
My clit, belly, and pussy were being tormented. I scraped my hooves against the bed and howled as I lost control.
My mind went blank as I came—exhausted, wet—and as the pleasure ripped through me, my bladder gave in.
His groan followed as his thrusts slowed. He came inside me.
Milk, piss, come, and sweat… I doubted the plastic sheet would contain it all.
But that wasn’t my problem. I rested my flushed cheek on the pillow while his chest pressed over my back.
