“Fuck!” I cried out of my Phone sex whore mouth, unable to contain my voice while he roughly fucked into me. My consciousness bleeding back into reality every other thrust, and the bliss threatened to throw me back under constantly. I wasn’t expecting vaginal, I really wasn’t, I hadn’t meant for him to take my invitation so literally but he had no intentions of stopping now that he was inside and as much as I was afraid of what his babies would do if they managed to worm their way deep inside my womb, the fear made his cock pumping deep all the hotter. With his balls slapping my ass cheeks hard enough to clap, and using his hands on my thighs to help pump into my Phone sex # folds. “Girls are meant to be knocked up!” He groans, rapidly treating me like a toy, fucking hard into me and leaving me whimpering. “Gonna cum!” I knew it was too late to stop him but my hands still landed on his chest, pushing, trying to do anything that might make him change his mind and spare me the sopping, cum drenched cunt I was about to have. It was meaningless, all of it a pointless endeavor. He took my lips, held me close, smashed his hips against mine and unloaded a hot, rich cream so deep I couldn’t help it. I spasmed, I came, I covered him in girlcum and lost myself in the moment. It was too much, was always going to be too much, vaginal is so hot I can’t handle it with thick loads like this without cumming my brains out! Because moments like this are hotter than they have any right to be and I’m a Phone sex addiction slut! Nothing I could do against it now, except feel it seep into me, and hope orgasms are the only thing being made in my belly today.
