Keep Fucking Vicki Vale Till The Morning

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The curtains of Vicki Vale's home were parted. The morning light landed on perfect creases of muscle going to firm buttocks and a lean pair of legs. The chiselled body was moving in blurs and accompanied by a shrieking voice.

"Your thick! Fat! Fucking! Cock! It'sssss…fuuuuck!"

Aaron Reigner was fucking the legendary reporter of Gotham doggy-style. Holding onto her fiery orange-hot hair and acting like he was king, each resounding clap louder than the previous. He was fucking the life out of her. Each time his pelvis made contact with her heart-shaped ass, Vicki's mind would go blank and her spine would tingle and arch.

Then there was her pussy.

"A-Aaaroonn! Aaron! F-fuck! Fuuuuck~! Deeep~!"

There was no describing just how full she was. She was stretched, her womb was breached, and her walls felt like they were collapsing. Clenching and clenching on the massive intruder, begging for more and less at the same time. It was an odd feeling. She wanted more but she also didn't know how much she could take.

Vicki and Aaron had awoken to her morning alarm. Sleeping on the same bed, it was impossible not to notice his morning wood. Honestly, it was more of a morning tree with how massive of a tent it pitched.

The slutty reporter dived under the covers and sucked on it like an obedient puppy. Like an animal tamer, Aaron controlled the pace of her blowjob and when he wanted to nut. Vicki obliged him. She had never met anyone like him. She never once struggled to take a cock all the way, yet he was an anomaly. An exception. The largest and thickest. Just the head–the measly, girthy tip–of Aaron's cock had her feeling more full than she ever had in thirty-five years.

She ended up on all fours and fell into a fat cock that pushed her to feel the orgasms of her life. That was the craziest part too. Aaron was already deeper than her previous lovers could ever be. And sometimes he didn't use his whole length. He held back, he fucked her with half his length, and he was still blowing her mind. Still kissing her womb at angles that had never been touched before.

"Wait till I'm done," said Aaron, noticing her strength dwindling, her eyes fading. He attempted to slow down but all it did was prolong the inevitable. Certainly, Vicki Vale was above the average woman in fitness but not enough for Aaron and his schlong.

He kept clapping her cheeks. He kept railing the fuck out of her. He never stopped tugging on her hair, forcing her head up to look at him. The mix of immense pleasure and subtle pain was delicious for Vicki. She was grinning like a batshit crazy whore, drool leaking through her pearly-white teeth.

He buried himself in her, tugging on her hair hard, and released the contents of his balls. A calming bliss washed over him as he came and came. Like with every ejaculation, there was an insane volume and thickness. Vicki's womb was overflowing before she knew it.

"Oooooh~!"

Vicki lost all feelings in her arms and slowly fell. Men shot loads worth a tablespoon. Aaron Reigner shot out condom bursting loads. It was not remotely the same. Not remotely comparable. It was so much more than an ordinary creampie, it was a symbol of pure, primal breeding. The pleasure was in a whole new plane of heaven.

Aaron pulled out while still in the middle of his climax, pouring a pool of cum down her back. His cock was heavy as ever as it slapped her ass. Eventually, Vicki was down, stomach to the bed, cum flowing out of her pussy like the ocean. The left side of her face could be seen, speaking gibberish.

"Cooock….big…W…ynne…roonn…" Hiccup, gasp. "...mch….ngh…mmmh…"

Aaron kept an eye on his seed coming out of her. It was delightful to watch from his perspective. Vicki was permanently his to fuck. Not Bruce Wayne, not an old man, not a rich elite. Him. Regular office worker Aaron Reigner.

His long, protruding pipe dripped with cum as he turned away. He sighed, exasperated at the volume. At times where his libido was at its peak and his balls were on fire, he hated his endowment. He was too long, too virile, and too hard, and the droplets on the mattress triggered his compulsive cleaning.

A minute passed and he softened till his cock was a swinging grandfather clock. He promptly acted on his impulses and cleaned the stains and gushes of cum with wipes and towels. The apartment wasn't stacked with supplies but it was sufficient. He went back and forth, carrying supply after supply, until the room was spotless. Vicki Vale herself remained as the sole arbitrator of filth, bursting with globs of his gooey seed and worn out moans.

Aaron stretched his arms apart and looked at the time. It was a Wednesday so he had to go to work in about an hour. His clothes weren't exactly clean but he had to make due.