Some nice fucking of course!

Still made with substantial AI contribution.

"So, what you're saying is that all women like you want my kids?" Kyle asks, his voice still a little husky from their passionate exchange. He starts to move faster, each thrust deeper, feeling her tightness grip him as she moans. "And you'll all do whatever it takes to make that happen?"

"Yes." she says, her fingernails tracing circles on his chicken-chest. "All women with excellent genetic will do anything to get knocked up by you." She digs her nails in a little harder as he thrusts deeper, her hips meeting his rhythm perfectly. "And I am so happy to be the first one to welcome you into my body."

Kyle's cock hardens in her pussy at the thought of impregnating a multitude of damn valkiries, and he picks up the pace, slowly moving his hips up and down. "So, you like my cock more than your fiance's?" he asks, grinning up at her.

"Oh, Kyle," she moans, arching her back as he thrusts deeper. "You really want me to answer that honestly?" She wraps her legs around him, her thighs squeezing his hips as she rocks her hips against his cock. "You know that my body was made for you."

"Oh, really?" he asks, grinning down at her as he starts thrusting harder and faster, feeling her inner muscles clenching around him. "Then why do not you answer my question?"

Her face contorts as she lets out a guttural moan, feeling his thrusts hitting the perfect spot inside her. "Kyle," she gasps, "you're... so much... better than him." Her fingernails dig into his shoulders as she pushes her hips up to meet his thrusts. With a gasp, she takes hold of Kyle's hands and places them on her heavy breasts, squeezing them tightly.

"Do you like my cock more than your finance's?" he says while pinching her nipples, watching her face for her reaction.

Her expression shifts, and she closes her eyes, her breath catching in her throat. "Kyle," she whispers, her voice thick with annoyance. "You are so... tedious." She shoves him onto his back, her hips covering his waist, his hands pinned down above his head. "No, your cock does not feel better than my fiance's, he knows exactly what I want, he always fingers my clit while we have sex, he always goes down on me." She leans down, her breasts brushing against his chest, and whispers into his ear, "But what I want more than anything is to feel you inside me, making me pregnant." Her hips begin to move, her wetness coating his shaft as she grinds her sex against him. "And do you really care about my pleasure? Or do you just want to use this body to make you cum?"

Kyle arches his back, moaning as she grinds her hips against him, her large tits inches from his face, and the "please cum here" still writing on her muscled belly. "I still would like my live-onahole to cum on my dick."

She laughs, a throaty growl that vibrates through her body as she continues to ride him. "Kyle," she says, "if you want to make me cum, you would have to be better than a dildo."

"You're right. let me improve than." Kyle grabs her hips, pulling her down hard on his cock, driving deeper into her. "Maybe just a little. And what do you think, Emma? Does that make me better?" He thrusts again, his cock stretching her to the limit. He reaches up to her lips and slides his finger inside. "Or maybe this?" His hand does not stop and goes inside Emma mouth even further, her tongue lapping at it.

Emma moans around his finger, her eyes roll back in pleasure. "Yes," she hisses, her lips stretch, her tongue curls around him, her eyes glitter with desire. "That's it, Emma. Take it all. Show me how good you are." He watches her closely, waiting for her reaction as he slowly pushes another finger inside her mouth, past the first. Her lips part around him, her tongue slides over his fingers, her breath hot and ragged on his skin. Kyle finally satisfied playing with her tongue, slides his fingers deeper, past her throat until he can feel her gag reflex. "Fuck," she gasps, her eyes watering with tears as she feel Kyle's fingers in her throat. "I've never... I mean, no one's ever..." Her words are cut off by a gasp as he thrusts deeper inside her, his fingers curling around her throat, massaging her gag reflex, until she can no longer take it, begins to violently cough.

Kyle grabs her hair, yanking her head back, exposing her long, pale neck. His thrusts become rougher, harder, his hips slamming into her over and over again. "You're such a dirty slut," he growls, his voice rough with lust. "You love it when I fuck you like this, don't you?" He kisses her neck, nipping at her skin with his teeth. "You love knowing that I'm better than Paul, that I can make you cum like this, make you beg for more." His hand slips between them, finding her clit, rubbing roughly against it as he continues to thrust deep inside her. "You love feeling my cock in your throat, don't you?" He slides one finger out of her mouth, curling it around her clit, and presses hard. "Say it."

"Yes!" Emma cries out, her voice muffled by the gag. "Please, Kyle! I can't... I need... you're so good!" Her hips buck against him, her body arching off the bed in ecstasy as he hits her g-spot with his fingers, her orgasm building, building...

Kyle moans, the pleasure of her tight, wet cunt enveloping his cock, "Fuck your own throat! Push your fingers into your own throat as deep as possible and cum on my dick!" He thrusts faster, harder, his hips slapping against her ass as he feels her body tense and her inner muscles begin to spasm around his cock.

Gasping for breath, her body still trembling from her orgasm, Emma follows Kyle's command. She pushes her fingers as deep into her throat as she can, feeling the hot, sticky rush of her cum coat Kyle's cock. Her stomach muscles clench around her fingers, her throat burns and tears sting her eyes as she trembles in orgasmic ecstasy. Her hips buck against him, her body relaxing and sliding to Kyle's frame.

"That was... good," Emma whispers, her voice hoarse from the throat fucking. "That was definitely better than Paul's average." She reaches up to touch his face, her fingers tracing his cheekbone, his jaw. Using her hand to plug the leaking pussy, Emma sits next to Kyle on the couch. She leans into him, her body still quivering from the orgasm. "I don't know what it is about you, but you make me feel so... dirty. So submissive. And I love it."

"Right, fucking muscular bitches who are half a foot taller than me into submission, that is my life now. I like it." Kyle grins, kissing her forehead. "You're so fucking hot, Emma. I could just keep fucking you like this all day long. But I think I did forget something..."