Her belly bulged. I could see it—the outline of my cock beneath the skin of her lower abdomen, pushing and retreating with each thrust. The head hammered her cervix with each stroke. The pressure was building. In both of us.
I slammed. One final, total thrust. My cock buried to the root. My balls pressed against her ass, tight and full. The head, which had been hammering her cervix, pushed through. Into her womb. The walls, which had been clenching, convulsed.
I came.
The cum, thick and hot, pumped into her. Rope after rope. The first shot hit her womb and she screamed—a sound that tore through the night air. The second filled her deeper. The third made her belly swell visibly. I held her. My hands on her waist. My cock twitching inside her. Each twitch sent another pulse of cum. Her eyes rolled. The whites showed. Her mouth fell open. Her tongue, pink and wet, extended. Her body, which had been rigid, went limp.
"Ah... ah... ahh..."
