Fuckmuppet.

The “Guk guk guk” of your cock slamming into the back of Tammy’s first surprised and then enthusiastic throat has you careening toward the edge of a massive orgasm. She’s slipped one of her hands down the front of her scrubs and is frigging herself furiously, gazing up at you through a raccoon mask of smeared mascara and eyeliner with a look you’ve come to appreciate... the glazed, almost stoned look of a woman slamming rapidly down into subspace. With a grunt you push into her mouth balls deep and unload directly into her esophagus.

She slumps over and gasps for breath as her own orgasm overtakes her, but you have no intention of letting her off this easily. You grab a handful of her wavy hair and pull her roughly to her feet, as helpless as a kitten. You spin her dazed form so that’s her back is to you, facing the wall and yank her scrubs down to her knees. A hot pink thong is all that stands between you and her dripping cunt, hot with arousal.

Willing DOOMCOCK! into action you wrap a forearm around her throat and physically lift her until her slit is aligned with your protruding member, then drag her down to be impaled upon it. You begin to thrust, tightening your **** hold, your cock inside her like Frank Oz’s hand up Miss Piggy, lifting her by her neck to drag her down even harder onto your pole. Her tight little ass actually kinda hurts when it hits your pelvis.

At this point she’s flailing around like a dashboard hula dancer at 90 mph, making incoherent noises, but not even attempting to escape. You can feel her cunt gripping onto your cock like a third hand - the marvel of Kegel exercises- and wonder how she even has the presence of mind to use the muscles of her pelvic floor. As you build up to your second load, rapidly approaching, you have a moment of clarity and hiss in her ear, “Are you on birth control, bitch?”

Her response is a muted, but reasonably clear “Yes Sir.” Thats all you needed to know, and you explode inside her pussy, painting her cervix.

Her own orgasm mirrors yours resulting in even more thrashing, and you actually have to loosen your **** to keep her from beheading herself. At some point the string of her thong snapped and it now looks like a ruined garter belt.

Think she’s far enough gone? Nope.

Your wilting cock slides out of her with an audible pop and you once more will it to life. She’s collapsed on you now like a rag doll, Miss Piggy, no longer supported by her Muppeteer. Voluntary muscle control is long gone as you spin her around once more and line her up.

You don’t think this is maybe a bit too much? Nope.

You wrap one of your big hands around her throat.

She actually squirts as you thrust into her ass.