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You dig your strong fingers into the ripe flesh of her rump as you start to fuck the sleeping girl harder, your cock pounding her sodden cunt with mighty thrusts. She gives a low moan, raising her ass under you, still smiling in her sleep as your hammer into her pussy.

You see her eyelids flicker, then her eyes slowly open, confused for a moment, then widening in alarm as she realises what's happening to her.

"Stop! Oh God John! Stop! Please!" she gasps as you keep fucking. "Please! I'm not on birth control! Please! Oh Please John!"

"What's my name?" you growl cruelly, pumping deep and hard as she trembles beneath you.

"Joh...Mr. Chandler! Mr. Chandler Please! I'm not...not on birth control! Oh God....please!

"I don't fucking care!" you snarl, pounding her harder as you squeeze her rump, feeling her cunt convulse and squeeze your impaling shaft. "That's what you get for forgetting my name, you disobedient cunt!"

"Nooooooo! Oh God Noooooooo!" she wails, flailing futilely beneath you. Despite her frantic protests she's trembling and shuddering, her body ignoring her fear of impregnation as it spasms with orgasmic release. Her pleas and her useless struggles are immensely exciting, and you grunt as you fuck her harder and faster, straining towards your own explosion, loving the look of frantic terror on her pretty face.

"Yessssssss! Oh Fuck Yesssssss!" you howl as your cock spurts jet after jet of hot cream into her fertile hole, flooding her with spunk as he squeals in panic and protest. You ignore her, pumping yourself dry in her petite body, savouring both her orgasms and her fear, wondering if you'll ever bother to tell her that you've had a vasectomy, and that her fears of pregnancy are wasted.