Well... You're not in control anymore.

'Damn it! This wasn't supposed to happen.' You think ruefully as Alex's appendage kisses the entrance to your womb.

'Where do you want it?' His question echoes again in your mind, along with delightful shivers and many amazingly lewd possibilities.

On your back, perhaps? On your breasts, where you can rub his spunk around your nipples like some kind of "man-made" oil? Or, dare you ask, in your waiting mouth, so you can savor and cherish all the different notes in Alex's flavor?

'Well, they all sound wonderful.' You think as an orgasm builds up in your core, spreading throughout the lower abdomen. 'But...'

The words are just stuck. Like your neck is made of rubber and your tongue, pure jelly. The answer won't come out, but you have to say something, anything, right?! Otherwise...

Thumb!

Once again, you feel his jackhammer relentlessly striking against your cervix, little by little opening a pathway to the depths of your womb. Yet, once again, you are silent.

Why?

'It's almost as if I'm spellbound.' And just as the thought crosses your mind a blur appears, right at the corner of your vision, an old woman with strange clothes. She is so close to you now, and you can see a gentle smile on her face.

On your backside, there is a very peculiar sensation, a slight twitch. 'Odd.' And yet, somehow, due to some extraordinary feminine instinct, you immediately know what it means. The twitch isn't in your but per se, butt rather on your lover's testicles, and you can feel it with every thrust, his relentless pounding of your cunt from behind. It's obvious that his breeding tool is preparing to tap into a rather large cum reservoir. The dam will break at any moment now. But, wait...

There is a hand touching your lower abdomen.