Forced to Bind with the AV Plot System

Chapter 3

The 18 cm c**k slammed in and immediately bottomed out against her cervix. Both of them drowned in the overwhelming friction of their joined bodies.

The itch deep inside Nova’s p***y was briefly soothed by that first deep thrust—then surged back twice as strong. She slowly rolled her hips, wordlessly urging him to f**k her harder.

He recovered from the first blinding rush of pleasure and started driving his thick c**k into her restless, slutty cunt—sometimes pulling out almost all the way, sometimes slamming in hard, the head grinding mercilessly over her G-spot.

“Nn-ah… ah…… ah, so good…… Daddy f***s me so well… I’m getting f****d… getting f****d by a big c**k…” Nova moaned without thinking, lost in the pleasure. “Wuuu… this slutty p***y loves being f****d so much… please f**k me…… Daddy faster… even faster……”

Her tight, greedy hole kept sucking at him, making the head of his c**k ache with need. Hearing her cries, he thrust even harder, the tip grinding deep inside her, scratching both of their itches at once. The mutual satisfaction crashed over them like wave after wave.

Nova’s ass rippled under the impact of his hips, only driving him to pound her harder. The wet, filthy sounds of their f*****g made both of them roll their eyes in pure bliss.

When his c**k slammed into her sweet spot again, Nova’s whole body started shaking uncontrollably. Her legs gave out and she began to slide downward. Her mind went completely blank, as if someone had set off a flashbang inside her skull.

“So good… I’m gonna c*m… I’m cumming from Daddy’s c**k… nn-ah… nnnn-ah…”

He gave one final powerful thrust, burying himself on the roof, then yanked her arms back toward him. Their bodies locked into a frantic, mindless rhythm.

“N-ah… I’m gonna c*m…… Want me to give it all to you, slut? Want Daddy to pump every drop of his c*m into your slutty p***y? Filthy little cunt, I’m cumming—taking it all—Daddy’s c*m is all for you.”

As he spoke, he pounded into her hundreds of times, finally slamming in as deep as he could go. Thick ropes of c*m flooded her, the spurting head battering the twitching mouth of her womb.

He wrapped his arms around her from behind. One hand reached down to her already f****d-soft p***y and started teasing the swollen c**t that had peeked out; the other kneaded her soft, tender t**s. c**t and n*****s toyed with at the same time, Nova’s consciousness grew thinner and thinner, as if the last thread of awareness was being smashed by pure sensation.

Her body moved before her mind could catch up—trembling as she pressed closer, rolling her hips into his fingers. Lust took over, drowning out reason. Without conscious thought, she started craving this man in front of her, desperate for that mind-erasing pleasure again. The p***y that had just been satisfied began dripping with fresh need; a mix of her juices and his c*m slid down her thighs. The filthy sight made his c**k harden once more.

He dropped to one knee, lifted her legs onto his shoulders, and stared at the thoroughly f****d slutty hole spread open right in front of him. A pretty little c**t peeked out from the pink slit. He gave it a tentative lick, leaving a glistening sheen on the swollen bud, like a ripe cherry.

The next lick covered her entire p***y with his mouth, kissing it the way he would kiss her lips. His tongue flicked between her c**t and her entrance. Every time it dragged heavily over the sensitive nub, Nova let out a needy, broken moan. He attacked her c**t again—circling, flicking, sucking—until the whole thing was trembling. Her legs went completely weak; she could only collapse against him before he finally stopped.

They held each other, riding out the aftershocks. Nova’s soft breasts pressed against his abs. Her hands wandered over his body, unable to stop—sliding from his waist to his ass, up to his shoulders, finally locking around them as they hugged tightly and swayed together.

Their overheated bodies stayed pressed close. Before long, Nova felt something like ants crawling inside her p***y again. The plot system was kicking in. One round of s*x clearly wasn’t enough for an AV scenario; once desire had been cranked up, a single orgasm couldn’t settle it.

She grabbed his hand and pressed it against her thoroughly f****d, aching, tingling p***y. “Touch me… it’s so itchy inside… make it stop itching, hurry……”

Two fingers slid together into the soft, overused hole. The tips curled and started stroking while his thumb rubbed relentlessly over her already overstimulated c**t. Juices immediately sprayed out around his fingers. He slapped and stirred them, making filthy wet sounds. Both sensitive spots—inside and out—were being worked hard. Her p***y trembled with pleasure until it felt like her entire existence had shrunk down to just the tips of his fingers, existing solely for the sake of more sensation.