Spanked and Seduced at the Airport part five
Elizabeth's amber eyes burned as she leaned in, her breath hot against Taj's shoulder. "That's it—*plow* her ass good!" she hissed, her fingers digging into his hips. "Make her anus is sore as your butt cheeks!"
Taj's answering thrust was brutal—no finesse, just raw piston-force that made Zoya's knees buckle against the desk. Her shamrock eyes rolled back, lips parting in a silent scream as her intestines stretched around him. Three minutes of this—each stroke precise as a metronome, each withdrawal dragging her tight ring to its limit—until Zoya's body clenched like a vice.
Zoya's entire body went rigid against the desk, her fingers clawing grooves into the mahogany as Taj's cock pulsed deep inside her bowels. Her shamrock eyes rolled back completely, pupils disappearing under fluttering lids as her intestines clenched around him in rhythmic convulsions.
"F-feels like—" she gasped, voice breaking as another wave hit, "—hot wax... filling my... *guts*— just like last time when you fucked my pussy.”
The wet *plop* of her ovum hitting the tile floor went unnoticed by both of them. Taj's hips stuttered forward instinctively, driving himself deeper as their orgasms crested—not pulling out even an inch, just grinding forward in short, brutal thrusts that prolonged the sensations for both of them.
Elizabeth's gold sandals clicked closer, her amused exhale warm against Taj's shoulder. "Look at that," she murmured, nodding toward the glistening ovum quivering on the tile. "Your dick hammered it right out of her." She kicked it gently with her sandal, sending it sliding across the floor. "Like popping a grape."
Zoya's thighs trembled violently as Taj continued his shallow, unrelenting thrusts—each micro-movement sending fresh shockwaves through her oversensitive body. Her moans came in staccato bursts now, high and reedy, fingers scrabbling for purchase on the polished wood. One particularly deep grind drew a sound from her that was almost a sob—half pleasure, half protest—as her internal muscles clenched in reflexive resistance.
At the sixty-second mark, Taj
Taj's answering thrust was brutal—no finesse, just raw piston-force that made Zoya's knees buckle against the desk. Her shamrock eyes rolled back, lips parting in a silent scream as her intestines stretched around him. Three minutes of this—each stroke precise as a metronome, each withdrawal dragging her tight ring to its limit—until Zoya's body clenched like a vice.
Zoya's entire body went rigid against the desk, her fingers clawing grooves into the mahogany as Taj's cock pulsed deep inside her bowels. Her shamrock eyes rolled back completely, pupils disappearing under fluttering lids as her intestines clenched around him in rhythmic convulsions.
"F-feels like—" she gasped, voice breaking as another wave hit, "—hot wax... filling my... *guts*— just like last time when you fucked my pussy.”
The wet *plop* of her ovum hitting the tile floor went unnoticed by both of them. Taj's hips stuttered forward instinctively, driving himself deeper as their orgasms crested—not pulling out even an inch, just grinding forward in short, brutal thrusts that prolonged the sensations for both of them.
Elizabeth's gold sandals clicked closer, her amused exhale warm against Taj's shoulder. "Look at that," she murmured, nodding toward the glistening ovum quivering on the tile. "Your dick hammered it right out of her." She kicked it gently with her sandal, sending it sliding across the floor. "Like popping a grape."
Zoya's thighs trembled violently as Taj continued his shallow, unrelenting thrusts—each micro-movement sending fresh shockwaves through her oversensitive body. Her moans came in staccato bursts now, high and reedy, fingers scrabbling for purchase on the polished wood. One particularly deep grind drew a sound from her that was almost a sob—half pleasure, half protest—as her internal muscles clenched in reflexive resistance.
At the sixty-second mark, Taj
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