Weakening resistance...

Lara's eyes rolled back into her head as Roth finished painting her insides white and her own nearly flaccid cock gave a final spasm and a small squirt of transparent cum. Everything ached... pulsing with pain that echoed as pleasure inside her mind. Just as before she was completely caked in her own cum, oozing into puddles on her belly, pooling between her breasts, and running in thick rivulets down her neck and jaw. Roth chuckled and gave her ass a firm smack as he pulled his shrinking member from her bowels, the retrieval briefly rousing her overloaded consciousness. The musky smell filled her head, the slimy wetness cooled her skin, and the warmth in her gut sloshed about as it settled. As her world darkened the last thing she heard before sleep claimed her was Roth's voice.

"Good Job Lara. Good Job."

When she awoke she found herself propped against a tree in the dark forest, her pants once again soaked through with her own semen. Had it really just been a dream? It was so incredibly vivid! Carefully getting up the first thing she noticed was the lack of abdominal pain that had filled her dream. It hadn't really happened. She expected to be overwhelmed by a sense of relief but...she frowned. Did she actually feel disappointed? Roth was like a father to her and in that dream...she shivered from what she told herself was horror. He had been so dominant and she had done everything he asked of her... kissing him... sucking his huge cock... taking it up her bum hole... jacking herself off to please him...

Lara stared off into space as the memories resurfaced, clearer than any dream she'd ever had. She felt a cold pressure on her genitals and looked down to see her member pressing insistently against the soaked material. She sighed in exasperation. This thing was ruining her life via dirty thoughts. But she couldn't bring herself to be angry. After all, it was a part of her body. It wasn't like she could get angry at her arm or leg. She gave another shiver as pleasure pulsed in her head when she thought of it as hers. Her dick. Her big, hard, lovely dick....

She found herself entranced by the bulge in her pants yet again, softly rubbing it through the wet fabric. She brought a hand to her face and breathed deeply, eyelids and heart fluttering from the masculine scent. She actually started unbuttoning her pants before she gave herself a mental slap and spun around to wash the filth off in the river, staring wide-eyed ahead of herself as she questioned her previously unshakable willpower.