“Well, big boy?” she asked, deceptively mild. “You know you have to take your medicine, don’t you?”
“Y-yes!” he admitted at last, dreamily, his eyes aglow.
“Then the only question,” she reminded him in regal patience, “is how…”
Tom whimpered faintly. “S-S-Samantha—” he forced out.
“Yeeeees?” she wondered teasingly.
He bit his lip as he gazed deep into the sperm-slippery pink pit inside of her split-open blonde mound. His breath sounded loud, and as it came it carried in the desperately fishy reek of her used flesh, a primal, unmistakable odor whose molecules lit within the trembling receptors of his olfactory passages, thrilling him desperately even as it shamed him. She was full of c*m, he told himself again in a sort of wonderment, full…and now he had to make love to her, with his m
