You say the words, but not enough of them

"Don't cum inside me! You'll get me pregnant!" Those are the words you know you need to say.

"Dohhhh, cum inside me!" you moan. "Ooooh, get me pregnant!"

"Shit, seriously?!" The man half-laughs, half groans. "You really are a wild chick, Emily! Letting me take all your virginities was one thing, but you want this stranger's bun in the oven too?"

Shit! He must've misunderstood you through your moaning. He thinks you're asking for his baby!

He yanks your thighs up so that your calves drape over his shoulders. You feel his dick reach deeper inside you than ever before, and his thrusts speed up into a furious race to the finish line.

Your orgasm has just about ended, but his ferocity threatens to push you straight into another one!

"Fuck!" the man pants. "Here it comes, Emily! Have my baby!"

"Pull it out! You can't do this! I want to have a life of my own! There'll be nothing left of me!"

Panic, orgasm and simple time shorten this message down somewhat.

"You! Own! Me!" you moan loudly, as he slams his dick against your cervix and unleashes his sperm inside your sacred garden.

You cum harder than all your previous orgasms combines, as you realise that it's true. He owns you now. Your old life is over. No friends, no family, only this strange man whose name you don't even know.

It's a good thing you enjoy his sex so much. Because it's all that's on the table for the rest of your life now.