A valient effort but captured

Randy pinned the squirming toy against the headboard, one hand braced on the wood, the other sunk deep into the soft weight of a breast. Every time the toy tried to inch forward, the pillows blocked it; every time it tried to twist away, his cock drove it right back into place. It was trapped, tits mashed flat, pussy stretched wide around him, fluttering in frantic little spasms that felt like it was trying to bite him off.

He slowed his thrusts just enough to feel every ripple.

“Fuck, you’re still fighting,” he rasped, voice ragged. “Keep squeezing me like that. Do it.”

The toy bucked again, a full-body convulsion that lifted its chest an inch off the mattress before Randy slammed it back down. The motion dragged that slick channel all the way from crown to root and back again. His balls drew up tight.

He let go of the headboard, dropped his full weight onto the toy, and started rutting in short, savage strokes (too deep for it to wriggle free, too fast for it to do anything but take it). The bedframe rattled. The toy’s whole frame shook with each impact, tits slapping the pillows, ass shelf rippling, pussy making obscene wet sounds around his cock.

“Gonna fill you up,” he growled into the silicone skin between its shoulder blades. “Gonna pump you so full you’ll feel it for days.”

One last **** clench from the toy (like it understood and hated him for it), and Randy lost it.

He buried himself to the hilt and came with a hoarse shout. The first spurt hit so hard his vision whited out; the second, third, fourth kept going, thick ropes flooding the toy’s channel until it overflowed, warm cum and lube mixing and dripping down what would’ve been its thighs. The torso shuddered violently beneath him, pussy milking him in involuntary waves, dragging every drop out like it had ****.

Randy stayed locked inside, grinding slow, riding the aftershocks until his cock finally stopped pulsing. The toy had gone limp (exhausted, defeated), tits heaving with simulated breaths, pussy still twitching around his softening length.

He pulled out slowly. A thick gush of cum followed, pooling beneath the toy’s swollen lips onto his sheets. It tried one last pathetic hump forward, managed maybe four inches, then collapsed on its side, flat ass slightly up, leaking steadily.

Randy flopped onto his back beside it, chest heaving, staring at the ceiling.

“Holy… fucking… shit,” he panted, a lazy grin spreading across his face.

The toy didn’t hesitate.

The instant he released it, it lurched forward, tits dragging heavily, hips bucking in frantic little thrusts. It was slow, exhausted, trembling from the ****, but determined. Each **** hump shoved it another few inches up the bed, away from him, pussy gaping and drooling a steady stream of his cum in its wake.

Randy collapsed onto his back, chest heaving, watching through half-lidded eyes.

It crawled like a wounded animal, arching, flattening, arching again. The trail it left behind was obscene: a glistening silver-white stripe across his dark sheets, thick globs dripping from its swollen lips with every pathetic shove forward. Its ass shelf jiggled weakly; its tits left damp smears where they dragged.

“Fuck… look at you go,” he muttered, voice hoarse, too spent to chase. His cock twitched against his stomach, half-hard again just from the sight.

The toy reached the edge of the mattress. One breast slipped over first, then the other. It teetered there for a second, pussy still leaking in slow pulses, then tipped forward and dropped.

It hit the carpet with a soft, wet thud, tits flattening beneath its weight. For a moment it just lay there, trembling, cum pooling beneath its ruined hole.

Then it started moving again.

Slow, agonizing inches. Hump… drag… hump… drag. Across the bedroom floor, leaving a long, shining trail behind it like a slug made of sex and shame. Toward the door. Toward freedom.

Randy watched from the bed, propped on one elbow, grinning lazily.

“Go on, baby,” he rasped, voice thick with satisfaction. “Crawl. I’ll find you later.”

The toy kept going, one ****, cum-soaked inch at a time, until it disappeared under the door and into the hallway, still leaking, still trying, leaving Randy’s seed in a long, glistening line all the way out of the room.