Chapter 80: Deep (R18) (Buy Privilege Please)

Kyle stayed buried inside her for only a few more seconds, feeling the last thick pulses finish. Then he pulled out.

A heavy, creamy river poured from Stacy’s pussy in a continuous stream, running down both thighs and dripping onto the living-room floor in front of the still-open curtains. She remained bent over the windowsill, completely limp, tongue hanging out, eyes rolled. Soft, hiccupping whimpers left her every few breaths. Her legs trembled so hard that only the windowsill kept her from sliding to the floor.

The enhancement still burned steadily in Kyle’s blood. His cock did not soften for long. Within moments it was hard again, shiny and dripping with the thick mixture of their fluids. The residual heat in his gut made every pulse through it feel sharper, more insistent.

He grabbed her by the hair and the waist, hauled her upright, and spun her around to face him. Stacy’s legs shook so hard she could barely stand. Cum continued to leak in thick white rivulets that traced fresh paths down her thighs.

"We’re not done," he growled.

Kyle hooked both arms under her knees from behind, locking them high against her chest, then reached up and clasped his hands behind her neck. In one strong motion he lifted her completely off the ground. Her back pressed against his chest, legs forced wide and high, her entire body under his control. The open window remained right in front of them anyone outside could still see everything if they looked.

He lowered her onto his cock in one deliberate drop.

"AHHH—FUCK—!"

Stacy’s scream rang out as he seated her fully. The position forced her completely open and left her helpless. Kyle began bouncing her on his cock, using pure strength to drive her down onto every thick inch again and again. Each upward thrust forced more of the previous loads out of her in messy white gushes that splattered onto the floor beneath them. The wet heat of her, the way her walls fluttered weakly around him, the knowledge that the street outside was still visible through the glass—all of it kept the fire in his blood from cooling.

"Look outside," he snarled into her ear while he fucked her in the air. "Anyone walking by can see this. See you stretched open. See the cum already leaking while I fill you again."

Stacy’s head lolled back against his shoulder. Her eyes were rolled so far only the whites showed. Tongue out. Drool ran down her chin in a thin, continuous string.

"Yesh—ahh—let them see—" she slurred, voice completely broken. Then, after a few more hard drops, a clearer fragment slipped out. "Kyle... it’s too much... I can’t—"

He didn’t slow. The pill kept him driven. After several intense minutes of holding her suspended and bouncing her, he carried her still locked in the hold and still impaled across the short distance to the couch near the window. The movement was deliberate. He felt every shift of her weight, every fresh drip of cum that fell from her onto the floor as he walked.

He dropped to his knees on the cushions, released the hold, and immediately folded her legs all the way back until her knees pressed near her shoulders. Then he mounted her in a tight mating press and drove back in to the root.

"FUUCK—!"

The new position let him press even more of his weight into her. Kyle braced his hands on the couch and began pile-driving into her with savage force, hips rising and falling in a relentless rhythm. The angle pinned her completely. She could not move. She could only take it. Her soft breasts bounced hard under the force. Cream and cum frothed around his cock and poured out of her with every impact, soaking the couch cushions in widening dark patches.

"This is what you wanted," he growled, staring down at her ruined face while he fucked her. "Having unprotected sex while getting recorded while I break this pussy and pump it full. You’re just a little exhibitionist hole."

Stacy’s eyes fluttered. For a moment something coherent surfaced through the haze.

"I... I asked for it," she whispered, voice cracked and small. "Don’t stop... just... don’t stop..."

Then the next hard thrust punched the words out of her. Her tongue lolled, eyes crossed and rolled, soft continuous "Ahh—ahh—ahh—" sounds leaving her throat with every brutal stroke.

Kyle shifted again without fully withdrawing. He hooked his arms under her knees once more, leaned his weight forward, and started driving into her in a folded angle that sent his cock straight down. The wet, obscene sounds of their bodies filled the living room. Sweat ran down his face and dripped onto her chest. There was no sign of his stamina fading.

Stacy’s mind was almost gone drooling, eyes rolled back, body limp. Her unprotected pussy clenched and fluttered weakly around him, already overflowing, more white cum forced out onto the couch with every stroke. Her hands lay limp beside her head. Every few thrusts a broken whimper escaped her, but she no longer had the strength to push back or even grip the cushions.

"I’m going to fill you again," Kyle snarled, sweat running down his face. "Keep breeding this cunt until it’s completely broken. Until the only thing you can think about is me and my dick."

He slammed in as deep as the position would allow and came hard with a guttural, animal roar. Thick, heavy ropes erupted inside her, flooding her already overflowing pussy until it poured out around his cock in thick, continuous streams that soaked further into the cushions.

Kyle stayed locked deep inside her, grinding firmly against her cervix as the last pulses left him. Stacy’s body twitched and trembled under him, completely limp, the fucked-stupid expression frozen on her face while cum poured from her onto the couch in messy white puddles. Whimpers continued every few seconds. Her legs shook so hard that only his weight kept them folded.

The curtains remained wide open. The smart glasses continued recording.

Kyle’s cock twitched inside her, already beginning to harden again under the steady burn of the enhancement.

He still had more to give.