Keep Enjoying Spencer

You stay buried balls-deep inside Spencer’s overflowing cunt, slowly grinding your hips in circles, stirring the thick mixture of your three loads deep inside her womb. Her pussy spasms weakly around you, completely wrecked and sloppy.

Spencer’s voice is hoarse and broken. “Please… no more… I’m so full it hurts… my belly feels swollen with your cum…”

You pull out with a wet, obscene pop. A gush of white cum pours from her gaping hole, splashing onto the desk and running down her ass crack. She whimpers pitifully at the empty feeling, her thighs shaking uncontrollably.

“Turn over. Ass up, face down. Show your fiancé how ruined you are.”

Spencer obeys with a pathetic whine, flipping over and arching her back deeply. She reaches back with both hands and spreads her own ass and pussy lips, displaying the creamy, wrecked mess you’ve made of her. Her once-tight hole is now puffy, red, and winking, cum bubbling out with every clench.

You slam back into her cunt in one savage thrust. The new angle makes her scream - a high, broken sound that echoes through the Oval Office.

“Too deep! You’re going to break me!” she wails, fresh tears streaming down her face.

You fuck her like an animal - hard, fast, merciless strokes that make her entire body jolt forward. Her heavy tits swing wildly beneath her. The pheromones have her so overstimulated that she starts cumming again within a minute, her pussy squirting messily around your cock as she sobs in shame.

On the screen, her fiancé has gone completely silent, eyes hollow as he watches the woman he loves get absolutely destroyed.

You keep pounding through her orgasm, then suddenly pull out, grab her by the hair, and drag her off the desk onto the presidential seal carpet. You push her onto her back, fold her in half with her knees by her ears, and drive back into her cunt in a brutal mating press.

“Look at the camera,” you growl. “Tell him whose pussy this is now.”

Spencer’s eyes are glassy, mascara ruined, lips swollen. “It’s… it’s yours, Mr. President,” she whimpers brokenly between thrusts. “My pussy belongs to you… I’m sorry, baby… he’s ruining it… I can’t stop cumming…”

You hammer her in that folded position for what feels like forever, your heavy balls slapping against her ass. Her squirting becomes constant - small, helpless sprays every time you bottom out. You unload a fourth massive load directly into her cervix, so much that her lower belly visibly bulges for a moment.

Still not satisfied, you flip her onto all fours again and mount her like a breeding bitch. You reach around and rub her swollen clit while destroying her cunt from behind. Spencer is a complete wreck now - babbling, drooling, crying, and moaning all at once.

“I can’t take it anymore… you’re breaking my pussy… I’m going to be loose forever…” she whines, voice cracking.

You laugh darkly and keep going, using her like a fleshlight. You make her cum two more times before pumping a fifth load into her completely destroyed cunt. By the end, Spencer is barely conscious, twitching and whimpering on the carpet in a puddle of her own squirt and your cum. Her pussy is a gaping, cum-flooded ruin - red, swollen, and permanently marked by you.

You finally pull out and stand over her. Spencer lies there limp, legs spread, cum pouring out in thick rivers from her ruined hole. She looks up at you with dazed, defeated eyes, breathing in shallow, broken whimpers.

Jennifer Lawrence zooms in close with her phone, capturing every detail of the destruction for your private collection.

“Round six in thirty minutes,” you tell her calmly. “We’re going to keep using this cunt until it stops closing properly. Your fiancé gets to watch every single load.”

Spencer lets out one last soft, shattered whimper:

“…yes, Mr. President…”

Her body twitches again as another small orgasm rolls through her from the aftershocks alone.