Stephanie groaned as his length stretched her open, her walls pulsating around him.
"Holy shit, you’re so tight. Your ass is so fucking good," John moaned, his hands gripping her hips tightly.
"Just fuck me, baby. Just fuck me and make me cum all over your fat cock," Stephanie begged, her body trembling with anticipation.
"I’m gonna cum in your ass, baby. You want me to cum in your ass, don’t you?"
"Yes! Fuck me and cum in my ass. Make me your dirty little slut, daddy."
"You want daddy’s cum in your ass? Are you gonna be a good girl and swallow it all up for me?"
"Fuck yeah! Fill me up and make me your little cum slut. Make me your whore, daddy."
"Beg me for it, baby. Beg for my cum. Tell me how much you want it. Come on, beg for it."
"Please, daddy. Please fuck me and fill me up. I want your cum so badly. Make me yours, daddy."
"You’re such a naughty little slut. I’m going to pump you full of my cum and make you swallow every drop. You want it, don’t you?"
"Yes, daddy. I want your cum so badly. I need your thick, hot load inside me. Please, fuck me and fill me up."
"Get ready for it, baby.
John slammed his hips forward, his cock buried to the hilt in her ass.
"Oh, fuck!" Stephanie cried, her body trembling with pleasure.
"You like it, baby? You like the way I’m stretching your tight little hole?"
"Yes! I love it, daddy. I love the way your thick cock fills me up."
His thrusts were slow and deliberate, each movement sending waves of pleasure through her body. She gripped the bedsheets tightly, her knuckles white from the pressure.
"Fuck me, daddy. Fuck me hard and deep. Fuck me like a whore. Show me what you can do, daddy."
Her words spurred him on, and he began thrusting faster, his hips slamming against her ass with a wet slap.
"That’s it, baby. Take it. Take my fat cock in your tight little hole."
"Oh, fuck, yes!" she moaned out loudly, her voice cracking with desire as his strong hands grip her hips firmly, pulling her even closer to him. Her ass felt so incredibly full, stretched to the limit by his massive cock, making her pussy wetter than ever before. The rhythm of their bodies intensified, becoming a sensual dance of lust and submission.
As he continued to thrust harder and faster, each powerful stroke sending waves of bliss coursing through her entire being, she couldn’t help but beg for more. "Please, daddy," she whimpered softly between gasps for air, her eyes locked on his as if pleading with him to never stop. "Fuck me hard... fuck me until I can’t walk... fuck me until my ass aches and my pussy drips with desire."
And fuck her he did. With every forceful thrust, he claimed ownership over every inch of her body, leaving behind trails of sweat and passion that only served to fuel their unbridled desire. He slapped his heavy, loaded balls against her sensitive cleft, causing her to shiver with delight. "You belong to me, baby girl," he growled low in his throaty voice, his words reverberating through her entire being.
She arched her back even further, inviting him deeper, begging him not to stop. "Yes, daddy," she moaned again, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing and the slapping of flesh against flesh. "Fuck me hard... fuck me till I break... fill me up with your thick cum... make me your dirty little cum slut."
And then, finally, he groaned her name like a prayer, his entire body tense with the imminent release of pent-up desire. His hot, sticky cum exploded deep within her, filling her up completely, claiming her as his own. It was the most intense, mind-bending orgasm she had ever experienced, one that left her limp and satisfied, her body utterly spent.
"That’s it, baby. Milk my cock with that tight little hole."
They both collapsed on the bed, their bodies sweaty and spent, their minds floating on a cloud of bliss.
"That was incredible," Stephanie whispered, her voice barely audible.
"You were amazing, baby. You took my cock so well."
They laid there in silence, savouring the moment, their bodies still entangled in a tangle of limbs.
"You were incredible, baby. You made me feel things I’ve never felt before," John said, his voice husky and deep.
"I loved it. I love you."
"I love you too."
They lay there, basking in the glow of their shared pleasure, their hearts beating in sync.
After a few moments, John sat up and stretched.
"I think we should clean up," he said, smiling at her.
"John," Stephanie called out, her voice soft and timid.
"Yeah?"
"Do you... forget it."
John raised an eyebrow, "come on, tell me. What is it?"
"It’s nothing."
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"Bullshit. Spill."
"Fine, but don’t make fun of me."
"I won’t."
"Can you teach me how to fight?"
"Sure, why not?"
"Good, I need to get stronger. Can we start tomorrow?"
"Sure, I’ll show you some basic moves."
"Thanks, I’m excited."
"Great. Now let’s get cleaned up. We need to rest for tomorrow."
"You’re right."
Stephanie waited eagerly for the next day, but the apocalypse wouldn’t wait for her.
The night was dark and silent over the apocalyptic city, where only the remnants of civilization remained. John had found a safe spot in his base, a cosy room he had secured with booby traps and obstacles. He felt a rare wave of relief and warmth, knowing that he had made it through another day in this nightmarish world. He shut his eyes and fell into a deep slumber, hoping to escape the terrors he had faced and the impending doom that threatened humanity. But as he slept, a woman’s voice suddenly rang in his mind, jolting him awake.
"Wake up, John, this is Nova..."