Third time's the charm

Moonlight filtered through the grimy window, casting shadows across Meg's sweat-slicked body as Jeffrey thrust into her once more. Her legs were splayed wide, ankles hooked behind his doughy back as he pounded away with abandon.

Meg's mind swam, clouded by a haze of conflicting emotions and sensations. Her body thrummed with pleasure, inner walls gripping Jeffrey's thick shaft as he hit her deepest spots. But a nagging voice in the back of her head reminded her of the risks, of her carefully laid plans for the future.

"What's done is done," she thought hazily, arching her back as a particularly deep thrust sent sparks of ecstasy through her core. Jeffrey had already finished inside her twice tonight - what difference would a third time make? The damage was done. For now, she may as well enjoy the ride.

Jeffrey's labored breathing grew ragged as his pace increased. His sweaty palms pawed at Meg's breasts, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh. She bit back a moan, not wanting to fuel his ego further. But her body betrayed her, hips rocking to meet his frenzied thrusts.

"So tight," Jeffrey grunted, his face contorted in concentration. "Gonna breed you good."

Meg felt a sudden surge of pleasure as Jeffrey angled his hips, hitting a spot deep inside that made her toes curl. Despite her reservations, a breathy moan escaped her lips. The sound seemed to spur Jeffrey on, his thrusts becoming more forceful.

"Oooooh…" Meg gasped, her back arching involuntarily. Her mind raced even as her body responded. "Next time, I'll be more assertive," she thought hazily. "I'll take control, set boundaries."

But even as she made these mental promises, a traitorous part of her brain whispered: "Next time? Am I already thinking about doing this again?"

The realization both thrilled and terrified her. Was this to be her new reality - a constant struggle between her ambitions and this primal urge? Her carefully laid plans for a respectable career seemed to blur and waver, replaced by visions of clandestine meetings and riscky encounters.

"Is this what my life will become?" she wondered. "An endless game of cat and mouse between my eggs and this lying bastard?"

Meg's gaze drifted downward, taking in Jeffrey's form above her. His doughy body glistened with sweat, face flushed and contorted with effort. He was so far from her usual type, so different from the polished lawyers and professionals she normally associated with. And yet...

As her eyes roamed lower, she saw where their bodies joined. Jeffrey's thick shaft glistened with their combined fluids as it pistoned in and out of her. The sight was oddly mesmerizing. His hairy thighs tensed with each thrust, muscles working beneath the soft layer of fat.

Something about the raw, animalistic nature of it all sent a jolt of electricity through Meg's core. This was so far removed from her carefully curated life - dirty, primal, forbidden. The taboo of it heightened every sensation.

Suddenly, the coiling tension in her belly snapped. Meg cried out as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Her back arched off the bed, breasts bouncing as her body convulsed. Inner walls clamped down on Jeffrey's cock, pulsing rhythmically as the intense orgasm rolled through her.

Stars burst behind her eyelids as Meg rode out the climax. Her toes curled, legs trembling where they were wrapped around Jeffrey's soft waist.

As her intense orgasm subsided, Meg felt a profound wave of exhaustion wash over her. Her limbs grew heavy, muscles turning to jelly as the adrenaline ebbed from her system. She struggled to keep her eyes open, lids fluttering as fatigue set in.

Jeffrey continued his relentless pace, hips pistoning as he chased his own release. Meg's body rocked limply with each thrust, breasts swaying. She felt boneless, completely spent. Her arms fell away from Jeffrey's shoulders, landing softly on the rumpled sheets.

Though her mind grew foggy with exhaustion, Meg's nerve endings still sparked with each penetration. The constant friction sent little jolts of pleasure through her oversensitized body. She whimpered softly, the sound barely audible.

Her hair was a tangled mess, damp tendrils clinging to her flushed face and neck. A light sheen of sweat glistened on her skin in the dim light. Meg's lips were parted, breath coming in short pants. Her usually bright eyes were heavy-lidded, gaze unfocused.

Jeffrey looked down at Meg's limp form beneath him. The sight of her so thoroughly ravished and spent only fueled his lust further. Her toned body was completely pliant now, yielding to his every thrust. Meg's breasts bounced enticingly with each impact, nipples still pebbled with arousal. Her flushed skin glistened with a sheen of sweat, her chestnut hair splayed wildly across the mattress. The sight of her so thoroughly ravished ignited a primal fire in his loins.

With a growl, he gripped her hips tightly and began to thrust with renewed fervor. His pace quickened to a punishing rhythm, hips snapping forward with bruising ****.

Meg's eyes flew open in shock at the sudden change. Her body rocked violently with each powerful thrust, breasts bouncing wildly. The intense friction sent jolts of electricity through her oversensitive nerves. It was too much to bear.

"Oh!" she cried out, voice raw and hoarse. "Oh fuck, oh fuck!"

Meg's body writhed uncontrollably as waves of intense pleasure crashed over her. Her back arched off the bed, muscles tensing and relaxing in rapid succession. She threw her head back as she let out a primal scream of ecstasy.

"Aaaaahhh! Oh , oh fuuuck!" Meg wailed, her voice echoing off the walls. Her arms flailed wildly, fingers grasping at empty air as she lost herself in the overwhelming sensations.

Jeffrey continued his relentless ****, his thick shaft plunging in and out of Meg's quivering depths. Each thrust sent jolts of electricity coursing through her hypersensitive nerves. Her inner walls clenched and spasmed around him, prolonging her intense orgasm.

Meg's mind went blank, consumed entirely by the tidal wave of pleasure. Her breasts bounced wildly with each impact, nipples painfully erect.

"Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck!" she screamed, completely lost to the sensations. Her toes curled tightly, legs trembling where they were wrapped around Jeffrey's soft waist.

As Meg's intense orgasm continued unabated, Jeffrey maintained his relentless pace. Each powerful thrust sent new shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her overstimulated body. Her back arched impossibly further, muscles straining as waves of ecstasy crashed over her again and again.

Meg's vision blurred, the room spinning around her as endorphins flooded her system. She felt as if she was floating, disconnected from her physical form even as every nerve ending sang with sensation. Her fingers clawed desperately at the sheets, seeking an anchor in the storm of pleasure threatening to sweep her away.

"Ooh, ooooh, aaah!" she chanted breathlessly, voice hoarse from her continued cries. Her legs trembled violently where they were locked around Jeffrey's waist, toes curling so tightly they cramped. Each thrust sent a fresh gush of her arousal coating his length, the obscene squelching sounds filling the room.

Meg's prolonged orgasm continued to course through her body, every nerve ending aflame with sensation. Her muscles tensed and relaxed in rapid succession, inner walls fluttering around Jeffrey's thick shaft. Sweat glistened on her flushed skin as she writhed beneath him.

Jeffrey maintained his punishing pace, determined to reach his own climax. His stamina was lacking, having already finished twice earlier. But the visual feast of Meg's lithe body convulsing in ecstasy spurred him on. Her breasts bounced enticingly with each powerful thrust, nipples proudly erect.

"Ohhh... ohhh... ahhh!" Meg's cries were nearly constant now, her voice raw and breathless. Her hands grasped desperately at the sheets, knuckles white as she sought an anchor amid the overwhelming pleasure.

Jeffrey angled his hips slightly, hitting a spot deep inside that made Meg's eyes roll back. Her back arched impossibly further off the bed, muscles straining as a fresh wave of intense sensation washed over her. She babbled incoherently, lost in a haze of unending bliss.

The rhythmic clenching of Meg's inner walls provided delicious friction for Jeffrey, but he gritted his teeth against the rising pressure in his loins. He was determined to come again, to wring every last drop of pleasure from their coupling.

Meg's body shook and quivered with each powerful thrust, her legs trembling where they were wrapped around Jeffrey's pale, fleshy waist. The room was filled with the sounds of their ragged breathing, their bodies slapping together in a primal rhythm.

Jeffrey's blue eyes, usually dull and lifeless, now burned with a feral intensity. Sweat beaded on his round face and trickled down his double chin, mingling with the sheen on Meg's flushed skin. He could feel the familiar pressure building in his loins, his climax fast approaching.

"Oh, fuck!" he growled through gritted teeth. "Fuck, Meg! Take it all!"

Meg's mind had long since given up trying to process the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body. She was reduced to a writhing mass of sensation. When Jeffrey finally erupted inside her, Meg's world exploded in ecstasy.

She felt the hot spurts of his release painting her inner walls, filling her womb with his seed. The sensation triggered one final, mind-shattering push in her long orgasm. Meg's back arched sharply off the bed as waves of bliss crashed over her.

"Ohhhhh..." she moaned, the sound low and guttural. The cry of pleasure seemed to go on and on as her climax peaked and slowly began to ebb. Her inner muscles fluttered and clenched rhythmically, milking Jeffrey's pulsing shaft.

As the final waves of her intense orgasm subsided, Meg's body began to go limp. The tension drained from her muscles, leaving her feeling boneless and utterly spent. Her legs, which had been locked tightly around Jeffrey's waist, now fell limply to the sides.

Meg's chest heaved as she struggled to catch her breath. Her skin tingled all over, hyper-sensitive nerve endings still firing sporadically. Little aftershocks of pleasure rippled through her core, causing her inner walls to flutter weakly around Jeffrey's softening member.

Her vision swam, the dim room seeming to pulse and waver around her. Meg blinked slowly, struggling to keep her eyes open. Her lashes felt impossibly heavy, each blink lasting longer than the last. The sounds around her began to muffle and fade, as if she were sinking underwater.

Meg's limbs felt leaden, pinned to the mattress by an invisible weight. She tried to lift an arm but couldn't summon the energy. Her fingers twitched slightly, then lay still against the sweat-dampened mattress.

A pleasant numbness spread through her body, starting at her toes and creeping upwards. It was as if she were floating, disconnected from her physical form. Meg's thoughts grew sluggish and incoherent, drifting aimlessly like clouds across a hazy sky.