Yes, Again Millie is Tired of Fighting...

Whatever the reason, another massive orgasm quickly engulfs Millie Smith’s mind and body. The taste of her musk is abundantly enough to galvanize my interest in continuing to deliciously stroke her labia and clit, as I savor her juices.

This activity is absolutely the opposite of the want of a ****. Seeing to Millie’s enjoyment at the expense of my own is overwhelmingly charged towards service-unto-others. Obviously, some level of my psyche is doing this for my own benefit, however that is irrelevant because whatever benefit I ‘could’ gain from the act, currently fails to be realized.

After twisting Millie’s body around and onto her back, I hook her knees onto my shoulders before pile driving my cock into her virgin tight beaver. Either I got my cock from mother, or father fails to be giving her the fucking for which her body is simply designed.

The invasion incites Millie’s eyes to bulge and a gasp of pleasure to escape her throat. The earlier façade of control was lost on her the moment her last orgasm came crashing against her rocky shores. The chafe of the orgasm easily swamping her brain and wiping away pretense of her resistance. I understand that such thoughts could return, and thus I continue the current purpose.

“Ooohhh fuck…!… Matt! Please… stop… can’t take… anymore…” are the only words that Millie can string together as I fill her more than even her husband, my father. Exhaustion is coloring her voice and that suggests her earlier orgasm successfully robbed her of her anger. At least the anger of hers, directed at me.

Maybe your father’s words are a blessing in another way, it gives the focus of Millie’s anger onto another. I hope so, because despite my intentions her moist heat and tight Kegel abdominal muscles are already eroding your self-control.

If I had more time to ruminate it, depending on my own self-control would undoubtedly seem foolish. However, time has continued to be short for me this episode.

Fortuitously, my rhythm, cock, and skill manage to spark another orgasm within Millie, even more overwhelming than the last one. The tight milking of her Kegel muscles is too much for my barely adult mind can handle.

Without even intending too, my virile seed is already squirting through the gates of Millie’s cervix. The orgasms have left her inner sanctum open and the awaiting egg **** to the millions of sperm already most of the way there.

Forcing my lips against Millie’s own, and my tongue into her mouth, surprise from feeling her reciprocate the kissing fails to keep me from continuing the act. My chest pushing her knees into her large breasts, is the reason I am left with for her periodic but continued wincing and grimacing as I bask in the afterglow of impaling her yet again.

What is the aftermath? Does Millie really have a change of heart?