Chapter 915

Chapter 915: Chapter 915

I slammed in to the hilt one last time and came hard with a broken, guttural groan. Thick, heavy ropes of cum flooded her pussy in strong, endless pulses. I kept grinding deep against her while I emptied myself, feeling the way her still-twitching walls milked every drop out of me. There was so much that it started leaking out around my cock almost immediately, mixing with her own wetness and running down onto the sheets in thick streaks.

I stayed buried to the hilt for several long seconds, cock still twitching and spilling the last weaker spurts deep inside her, one hand still resting on her soft, pink-smacked tit, the other holding her leg against my shoulder. Carrie lay completely spent under me, legs still up, pussy full and overflowing, breathing hard and trembling through the aftershocks while I slowly came down from the intensity of dumping everything I had left inside her.

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Sexual Activity Completed

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EXP Gained: +5400

Star Rating: 4.9

Mystery Chest: 500c

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Bliss Multiplier: 8100c

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Fuuuck. I was spent. And I was really lucky that I didn’t get penalised for... what I’d done. I was pretty rough on her, though. And the system just gave me only ten ’bad boy’ points. Good, very good. I just... needed to not turn this into a habit. Because things could go downhill very quickly if I wasn’t careful enough.

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Evan Marlowe [Level 24]

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EXP: 7700/42500

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Current Credits: 32235c

Current SC: 100

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I finally pulled out of her and sat on the edge of the bed, legs spread, cock still hard and shiny with the thick mix of my cum and her juices. A heavy strand of white dripped from the tip onto the floor. Carrie lay there for a few seconds longer, completely spent, before she slowly pushed herself up and crawled off the bed. She dropped to her knees between my thighs without being told, looking up at me with glassy, exhausted eyes.

Her face was a mess. Mascara had run in dark streaks down her cheeks. Her lips were swollen and shiny. A faint red mark still lingered on one cheek from where I had slapped her earlier. The black babydoll was twisted and bunched under her soft tits. She looked thoroughly used.

I reached down, gathered a fistful of her hair, and guided her face toward my cock.

"Clean it," I said, voice still rough. "You made this mess. Lick every drop off."

Carrie opened her mouth and took the head between her lips. Her tongue moved slowly at first, carefully cleaning the sensitive underside, gathering the thick mixture of cum and her own wetness. Soft, wet sounds filled the quiet motel room as she worked. I kept my hand in her hair but didn’t force her yet, letting her take her time tasting everything we had just done.

"That’s it," I muttered, watching her. "Get your tongue under the head... yeah, just like that. Clean every inch of the cock that just filled both your holes."

She hummed softly around me and kept licking, slow and thorough. After a minute I tightened my grip in her hair and started guiding her head myself, bobbing her mouth up and down the upper half of my shaft in a steady rhythm. She was still only taking about half of me, but the wet heat of her mouth and the way her tongue pressed against the underside kept me completely hard.

"Look at you," I said, voice low. "Married woman on her knees in a shitty motel, licking her own cum and mine off another man’s cock. Your husband would lose his mind if he saw you like this."

Carrie made a small sound around my cock but didn’t pull away. I pushed her a little deeper on the next stroke. She gagged softly when the head bumped the back of her throat, a thick string of saliva spilling from the corner of her mouth and running down her chin.

"Deeper," I ordered, using both hands on her head now. "I know you can take more than that. You took this whole cock in your ass. Your throat can handle it too."

I started fucking her mouth in earnest, short thrusts at first that gradually grew longer and deeper. Every time I pushed forward her throat bulged slightly. Every time I pulled back a thick rope of spit connected her stretched lips to my shaft. The wet, choking sounds of her gagging filled the room. Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes and started to run down her already ruined makeup.

"That’s it... take it deeper... oh fuck yeah, just like that," I groaned, holding her head in place while I pushed all the way to the hilt. Her nose pressed against my stomach. Her throat convulsed hard around me. I stayed buried there for a few long seconds, feeling her struggle and swallow around the thick intrusion, before I pulled back just enough to let her breathe.

Spit poured from her mouth in thick strands, soaking my balls and dripping onto the floor between her knees. Her face was a complete disaster now, mascara completely ruined, spit and precum shining all over her lips and chin, eyes watery and unfocused.

"You look so fucking ruined," I told her, still using her mouth in deep, steady strokes. "Face covered in spit, mascara running, on your knees cleaning the cock that just pumped your married cunt full. This is what you came here for, isn’t it? To get used like a cheap whore in a motel that smells like cigarettes and cum."

Fuck, four bad boy points. But my reputation didn’t change. Phew.

Carrie gagged harder when I pushed deep again. More thick saliva spilled out around my shaft. I kept the same relentless pace, fucking her throat without giving her much time to recover between strokes. One hand stayed fisted in her hair; the other occasionally stroked her cheek or wiped a thick strand of spit across her face, spreading the mess even more.

"You’re going to swallow everything I give you," I said, voice strained as the pressure built at the base of my spine. "Every last drop. I already filled your pussy. Now you’re going to take the rest down your throat like a good little cumdump."

I fucked her mouth faster, using her head with both hands, watching the way her throat stretched around me every time I bottomed out. The wet, filthy sounds of her gagging and choking on my cock were constant now. Her hands rested on my thighs but she never tried to push me away. She just took it, tears streaming, spit pouring, looking up at me with completely wrecked eyes whenever I gave her a second of air.

"I’m close," I warned, thrusting deep. "You’re going to take it all. Don’t you dare spill a drop. Swallow everything I pump into this throat. AGH, FUCK..."

The orgasm hit me hard.