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Chapter 72 by Rhubarb

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…But so are you

It takes all your control, all your experience, not to succumb. A year ago, you’d have never lasted so long. No, a couple of months ago you wouldn’t have been able to fight it. But you’ve had almost a year of fucking ten of the most beautiful women on the planet, repeatedly fucking them, knowing them intimately, knowing their quirks, knowing their flaws, knowing their strengths, knowing them better than any other person will ever know them. Filling them with your seed until four of them are pregnant.

And Gloria risked that. Not the loving. Not the sex. Not the union of the ten with you. No, she’d risked more than four of them getting pregnant. Four babies will be disruptive, but children was never the problem. You knew children were coming. You knew that this would happen. No, what Gloria risked was that too many children would come, so many the household would struggle to cope. Four might be too many. You can’t tell until they get here. And it’s this thought that manages to stop you completely losing control.

And filling her up. Giving her what she wants.

You are holding on. Holding on, until Nekane is lifting Gloria off you. Gloria is a red, sweaty mess, her face flushed, her chest flushed, exhaustion and desperation written all over her face. Her cry of “No” is weak with both, her desperation strengthening it, her exhaustion diminishing it. Belka and Anna are there to catch her as she’s guided to one side. And Nekane is mounting you.

A fresh pussy to engulf your cock. A fresh, hot, wet pussy is just what your body craved the most. She’s not all the way down when you release. Nekane is having the shortest fuck you’ve ever given, even shorter than your first time with Niemira when the two of you were lost in lust. But her body responds to seed like it always does, rippling, and screaming and moaning. She finishes her slide down because gravity dominates, and she slumps across your chest, whispering Spanish screeches into your ear.

“No, I wanted that. That’s my cum. That’s my super-orgasm,” Gloria screams at the sight. Then she bursts into tears.

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