My c**k slid in and out of Dora’s throat, and still she kept going, pushing past the
discomfort. Every so often she pulled away to gasp for breath, then dove back in, her
lips wrapping around me with stubborn persistence.
At first she moved slowly, taking her time, but before long her pace quickened. I
leaned back, letting her work, my hands roaming over her breasts as she bobbed her
head on my shaft.
But her rhythm wasn't good enough for me. Too slow, too soft. I needed more if I was
going to bring myself close enough to release. After all, that had to be the reason she
came to me—seeking the seed she had been denied.
I had taken both her and Cara at the same time, yet only Cara ended up pregnant.
Dora was still empty.
I drove myself into her throat without giving her a moment’
