Cums in her

John positioned himself between Lydia's legs, his cock poised at her entrance. "You like that, you dirty little whore?" he grunted, his eyes fixed on Lydia's unresponsive face. "You like it when I fuck your pussy?" He thrust into her, his cock burying deep into her vagina.

John's thrusts became more forceful as he took advantage of Lydia's **** body. With each thrust, he grunted, "You like that, you dirty little whore?" Camila watched in awe, her fingers still rubbing her wet cunt.

John slaps the **** woman a few times and suddenly, Lydia's body jerked as she came to. John didn't miss a beat, continuing to thrust into her as she opened her eyes. "What the fuck?" she cried out. John continued to thrust into Lydia, his eyes never leaving her face. "What's the matter, Lydia? Don't you like it when I fuck you?" he taunted.

Lydia's eyes welled up with tears as she shook her head. "No, please stop," she pleaded.

Camila's body tensed up, her fingers moving rapidly as she rubbed her clit. "Oh, fuck, John, I'm gonna cum!" she cried out, her voice filled with pleasure. John, still thrusting into Lydia's pussy, glanced over at Camila with a smirk. "Is that right?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I am surrounded by whores." Camila, her orgasm building, didn't respond.

Camila's body trembled as her orgasm washed over her, her moans filling the room. John continued to thrust into Lydia, his eyes locked on her tear-streaked face. "You like that, don't you?" he taunted, his voice filled with malice.

Lydia, still crying, shook her head. "No, please stop," she pleaded. John smirked. "Are you on birth control, Lydia?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Lydia, her body trembling, shook her head. "No," she whispered. John's smirk grew wider as he heard Lydia's whispered "no." "Well, that's too bad," he taunted, his thrusts becoming more forceful. "I think it's time to plant my seed in you, Lydia. I'm going to knock you up."

Lydia's eyes widened with fear as she realized what John was saying. "No, please don't," she pleaded, tears streaming down her face. "I don't want to have your baby. Please stop."

John's smirk grew even wider as he continued to thrust into Lydia's trembling body. "Guys love pregnant porn, Lydia," he taunted, his voice dripping with malice. "You're going to be a star, and I'm going to be the one who makes you famous."

Lydia's eyes widened in horror as she realized the true extent of John's twisted plans. "No, please don't," she pleaded, her voice shaking with fear. "I don't want to be a porn star, and I definitely don't want to be pregnant with your baby."

John chuckled, his thrusts becoming more forceful as he neared his climax. "You don't have a choice, Lydia," he sneered.

John's thrusts became more erratic as he approached his climax. He let out a low growl as he buried himself deep inside Lydia one last time, his cock pulsing as he released his load.

"Oh, fuck, yes!" he exclaimed, his body shuddering with pleasure.

Lydia's body went rigid as she felt John's warm semen fill her. She let out a whimper, tears streaming down her face as she realized what had just happened.