Sam's

THINGS COULDN'T BE BETTER!

In front of him, the owner of her big, wet dreams, and the person who most wanted ****, brought down by her Adonyx powers, couldn't be better. After his encounters with Tammy and Sindy, he understood better than anyone what was happening to the proud president of the council. She was transformed into what she hated most: her inevitable destiny...a Fuckers!

It was more than clear to our protagonist as he felt the normally hateful president rubbing her body with increasing frenzy, as if she wanted to fuse with him while continuing to sniff him.

"Sniff, sniff...ahhh...I want it...sniff...I want it so much...sniff...and I can't stand them anymore...ahhh," Sam stammered.

Along with the loud noise of her nose against his broad body, she couldn't stop panting, which also accompanied her stray words, denoting the enormous sexual desire gnawing at her insides. Looking more closely at her face, Ted noticed how her pupils were twice as large, resembling an anime character. She ran her tongue over her abdomen, and saliva flowed continuously from her mouth.

"Ahhh... Sniff... I need it... Sniff... I want it so much... ayyyyy that smells incredible."

Even though he had every ounce of desire in the world to destroy her once and for all, the fat man used every ounce of his willpower to do nothing. It was difficult, almost impossible, for a pervert like him to restrain himself with a golden opportunity like that, but he wanted something more from her.

Ted didn't just want pleasure; he wanted something even more perverse: ****. That's right, **** for all her insults and threats, to collect with interest for every bad thing she did to him. He firmly took her by the arms, lifting the girl up. Samantha, seeing this, expressed a lascivious smile, believing she was about to be possessed as she demanded.

Far from it, Ted pushed her aside, throwing her to the floor as if she were an old rag. The president, far from being angry, was very confused.

"Hmm...but...but...but you...you're not going to...a...a..."

"I'M NOT GOING TO LET YOU DO IT, YOU STUPID WOMAN!" the fat man shouted spitefully. "You've always been shit to me...why should I give you such an award?" he added, now feigning indifference.

"WHAAAAAAT!!"

If a painting of Sam's emotional and mental state could be painted at that moment, it would be titled ABSOLUTE RUIN. All the color drained from her face, leaving a corpse-like paleness. Small tears began to fall from her cheeks. Her lips pressed together to keep from crying; she hugged herself for comfort.

"Ah...ahh...are you seriously?...uh...you...you shouldn't...mhhh...you can't...reject me!" Sam said, still on the floor, holding back her tears.

Then Ted gave her a defiant and arrogant look, a look of complete superiority, making the President feel more insignificant than she had ever felt. It was the same look she often gave him every day.

That simple gesture had a radical effect on Sam. She instinctively fixed her gaze on the spot as if she were in the presence of a superior being, and her face changed to that of a scolded child.

"HA HA HA...SHOULDN'T I what? I CAN'T...look at me," the fat man said before leaving the kitchen.

Ted hadn't even left the kitchen when he heard the agitated movements behind him, but he didn't bother to look back and continued calmly on his way.

"Wait, don't go!..ahh...I'm begging you...mmh...I want to keep smelling your body," Sam exclaimed airily.

The fat man ignored her to better admire the Silvas' house.

Thus, a strange and comical scene developed, with Ted searching every room and bedroom in the house, with a frantic Sam behind him, trying to capture his scent and begging him to satisfy her, still with her vibrator in her pussy, which was hindering her movements.

"Aaayy...have mercy...this thing doesn't satisfy me anymore...Sniff...my pussy wants something alive."

There was no response from Ted; he simply continued his search until he reached Sam's own room. He had to admit that her room made his look like a pigsty, but he also noticed the various sex toys scattered everywhere and the enormous mess of other things.

"This girl...she was drilling herself while I ate Tammy and Sindy...he he he," the fat guy said to himself.

Just then, I felt a push from behind. Of course, it could be none other than the room's owner, Samantha Silva, who had finally reached him.

"FUCK ME RIGHT NOW!"

But our fat friend wanted to see her suffer more....