Jan. Week 3: Friday(Condom)-Mr. Bill Fucks Leah Missionary....

{if bbc_janwk3_friday = 6 } Mr. Bill made a theatrical show of rolling the Magnum XL down his monster, catching her eyes the entire time, daring her to blink. The condom itself looked more like a party balloon than a safety device, stretching impossibly over the dark length of his cock. When he was done, he gave it a little snap at the base, grinning at her like a magician finishing a trick.

“There we go, Miss Leah,” he said, slapping his thigh with a smirk. “Now, lay back and show me that little pink pussy.”

Leah’s first instinct was to run, but her body moved forward instead, as if the wires in her brain had been rerouted without her consent. She rose up off her knees, mouth shiny with spit, and stared at his lap with a sense of shame and defeat.

There was a moment of resistance, a sharp ache, and then the next thrust passed some internal wall and she felt her whole womanhood pop and yield, suddenly accommodating his cock like a glove designed for nothing but this. That was the moment Leah realized she was already moaning, low and guttural, and wasn’t entirely fake.

The shame should have been enough to drown out any pleasure, but it wasn’t. She felt it—god, she felt every inch—every nerve ending screaming in protest and then, after a handful of thrusts, in hot, involuntary surrender. Leah gripped the couch for leverage, nails digging into the upholstery as he pounded her. The slow, steady rhythm became a brutal, piston-like hammering, and she could feel herself clutching at him with every thrust, mentally and physically spasming beneath him like a toy made for his amusement.

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