e-booksonline Chapter 640 - 639- The Destruction of Aunt’s Puffy Cunt for an Hour
Chapter 640 - 639- The Destruction of Aunt’s Puffy Cunt for an Hour
Full impalement. Root-deep. Her weight drove her down, gravity assisting, every inch of his cock buried in her cunt. Her body arched. Her heavy tits lifted toward the ceiling. Her back bowed.He sucked.
His mouth found her boob — the nearest one, the left, the heavy pale flesh. He sucked her nipple while she sat impaled on his cock. The most intimate, most possessive thing a man could do — hold a woman on his cock and drink from her tit at the same time.
He fucked.
Up and down. His hands on her hips, lifting her, dropping her. Using her body like a toy. She was a passenger in her own fucking — her thick, heavy Ktorian frame moved by his hands like a ragdoll.
"You’ll become addicted to this soon enough," he said against her nipple.
The words were warm. Intimate. The vibration of his voice traveled through her breast into her chest. The prediction of a man who had broken enough women to know the pattern by heart.
She moaned.
Not from pain — though the pain was still there. Torn hymen. Stretched walls. Bruised cervix. But beneath the agony, something else was surfacing.
Sensation.
A building warmth spreading from her cunt through her entire body. Pain fading. Pleasure arriving. The recalibration that occurred when a woman was fucked past her pain threshold and into the territory that lay beyond.
She bounced.
On his cock. Her hips moving on their own now — not because he was lifting her, but because her body had decided. The autonomy her mind had not approved but her cunt had already embraced.
Her eyes rolled.
Rolled-back eyes. Open mouth. Hanging tongue. The expression she had seen on Dara’s face, on Berenga’s face — never expecting to see it on her own.
She felt it.
The recognition that her body was taking over. The princess was gone. The sword was gone. The thirty-nine-year-old virgin aunt was gone. In their place — a woman. A cunt. A thing being fucked and starting to enjoy it and starting to want more and losing the ability to distinguish between pain and pleasure, between want and need.
’I am losing my mind,’
He folded her.
Evriana’s thick thighs were pushed apart, knees pressed to her shoulders, the mating press pinning her flat against the cave floor. Her hairy cunt was spread wide — the pink, swollen, blood-streaked lips parted around the base of his cock. Every inch buried. Her heavy tits mashed between their bodies, the dark nipples scraping against his chest.
PAH PAH PAH PAH!!
"HAAANGH~!!♡♡!! F-FUCK~!!♡!! IT’S — IT’S DEEP — AAHH~!!♡♡♡!!!"
His hips drove down. Full weight behind every thrust. The angle was devastating — her cunt tilted upward, her womb exposed, his cockhead punching against her cervix with a force that made her entire body jolt. Her thick ass slapped the wet stone. Her fingers clawed at his back, leaving red trails down his pale skin.
Pah Pah PAAH!!
"NIEEENGH~!!♡♡!! SLOW — SLOW DOWN~!!♡!! AAHH~!!♡♡♡!!!"
Her belly bulged. Each thrust produced the visible distension — his cock pushing her stomach outward from the inside, the skin rising and falling with his rhythm. She felt it. Felt his cock rearranging her insides, felt her organs shifting to accommodate the intrusion, felt her womb being battered into submission.
’He is in my stomach,’ she thought, her eyes rolling. ’I can feel him in my stomach —’
PAH PAH PAAH!!
"AAAHHH~!!♡♡!! PLEASE — NOT SO DEEP — NOT — AAAHHH~!!♡♡♡!!!"
Her pussy clenched. The torn, blood-slicked walls gripping him — not from choice but from reflex. Her cunt was trying to milk him now. The nerve endings had crossed the threshold. Pain and pleasure were the same thing, and her body could no longer tell the difference.
He drove deep. Held.
His balls tightened against her taint. His cock throbbed inside her — the pulsing, swelling, ’I-am-about-to-cum’ expansion that stretched her walls further. She felt it. Felt every vein, every ridge, every pulse.
He came.
Hot. Thick. The first rope of cum shot directly against her cervix — the impact making her body seize, her back arching off the ground, her mouth opening in a silent scream. The second rope followed. Then the third. Each burst was thick, heavy, molten — flooding her womb with a heat that spread through her pelvis like liquid fire.
"AAAAHHH~!!♡♡♡!!!"
Her pussy milked him. Involuntary contractions — her walls squeezing, pulsing, drawing every drop from his shaft. Her body was working against her mind. Her cunt wanted his seed. Her cunt was drinking it.
He pulled out.
POP.
The wet, vacuum-breaking sound of a cock being pulled from a stretched, cum-filled cunt. Her pussy gaped — the entrance open, the walls visible, pink and raw and ruined. Then the cum came.
It gushed.
Thick, white, copious — his load pouring from her cunt in a slow, heavy stream. It ran over her torn lips, down her taint, pooling on the stone beneath her ass. The fluid was streaked with pink — blood and semen mixing into a copper-scented, slick mess.
She trembled.
Lying on the ground. Her thick thighs still spread, her hairy cunt still leaking, her heavy tits rising and falling with ragged breathing. Her eyes were half-open. Vacant. The expression of a woman whose body had been pushed past its limit and was now running on nothing.
He grabbed her again.
His hands under her arms, pulling her up. She whimpered — a broken, animal sound. Her legs wouldn’t support her. He held her weight, turned her, pushed her face-first against the rock wall.
Her boobs pressed flat against the cold stone. Her thick ass pushed outward. Her hairy cunt — swollen, dripping cum — was presented to him from behind.
He slammed.
PAAAH!!
"AAAAIIIHHH~!!♡♡♡!!!"
The full-length thrust drove the air from her body. Her cheek pressed against the stone. Her eyes crossed. The wet, squelching sound of cum being pushed back into her cunt — his cock acting as a plunger, forcing his previous load deeper while adding the friction of a fresh fuck.
Her expression.
The slack-jawed, drooling, half-lidded, ’I-am-being-fucked-stupid’ face. Tears running freely. Snot on her lip. Mouth open. Tongue hanging. The pig-like, base, undignified expression of a woman who had been fucked past dignity, past refinement, past everything that made her a princess — reduced to a drooling, crying, cum-stuffed thing taking cock against a wall.
PAH PAH PAH PAAH!!
"UUUNGHH~!!♡♡!! HAAAH~!!♡!! AAAHH~!!♡♡♡!!!"
Her boobs swung. The heavy, dense flesh lifting and dropping with each thrust — slapping against the stone, then pressing flat, then lifting again. The dark nipples scraped rock. The pain was nothing now. Everything was nothing. Everything was cock.
She came.
The orgasm hit like a convulsion — her entire body seizing, her cunt clamping down on his shaft with a force that made him grunt. Fluid sprayed from around his cock, hitting the ground, running down her thighs. Her knees buckled. She would have fallen if he wasn’t holding her hips.
Her eyes rolled back. Her tongue lolled. A low, guttural, animal moan poured from her throat — not a scream, not a word, just the raw sound of a body that had been pushed over the edge and was tumbling.
She collapsed.
Face-down on the ground. Trembling. Her thick body jerking in aftershocks. Cum leaking from her cunt. Her heavy tits pressed flat beneath her. Her ass still raised, still presented, still twitching.
Viktor looked at the demon woman.
She was frozen. Curled against the far wall, hugging her bitten tits, her long nipples raw and swollen.
Her eyes were wide — wide with the terror of a woman who had just watched another woman get destroyed for over an hour and knew she was next.