Arin answered her teasing question with a sharp, resounding slap across her plump ass.
*SMACK!*
"Anh—!" A high-pitched moan escaped her lips.
The clear imprint of his palm bloomed crimson on her pale skin almost instantly.
*SMACK-SMACK!*
"Ahn… ahh… more, Master… please," she begged, voice dripping with raw seduction.
He chuckled low in his throat.
*SMACK!-SMACK!-SMACK!*
Her once-fair ass was now a glowing shade of red, each fresh handprint layering over the last. The sting only fanned her arousal higher. Without warning, thin beads of milk began to leak from her swollen nipples, trailing warm paths down the curves of her breasts.
Arin's eyes darkened at the sight. He delivered two swift slaps to her heavy breasts.
*SLAP-SLAP!*
Droplets flew, landing on his fingers. He brought his fingers to his tongue and tasted—sweet, unmistakably her milk.
"Ma'am… we can't let this go to waste," he murmured, voice husky with hunger. Cupping both breasts, he pressed them together until the nipples nearly touched, then latched on, sucking hard.
*Lick—suck—suck—slurp*
"Ahhnnn—!" A bolt of pure pleasure shot through her, frying every rational thought. She melted completely, surrendering her body to him.
*plap-plap-plap-plap*
*suck-suck-suck*
Half an hour of relentless, skin-slapping thrusts had pushed Arin to the edge. Inside her, his cock throbbed violently. Feeling it, she clenched her walls even tighter, milking him with every stroke.
"Shit… Ma'am, your pussy's sucking me in… I can't pull out," he groaned, eyes locked on hers.
She answered by wrapping her legs around his waist and locking her ankles, dragging him impossibly deeper.
"F-fuck… Ma'am, I'm at my limit. Let go or I'll—" Panic flashed across his face. "You'll get pregnant…"
"Nuh-uh…" she purred, tongue lazy with lust.
"Fuck it… Ma'am, then take it all!"
Arin's hands slammed over her mouth just as his control shattered.
*SPLUUUUUURT—!*
"MMMMMPHHHHHH—!!!"
Her muffled scream vibrated against his palms, eyes rolling back until only the whites showed. With one brutal, final thrust he buried himself to the hilt, cockhead kissing the entrance of her womb as thick, scalding ropes of cum erupted straight into her depths.
Her legs locked tighter around his waist in a crushing embrace, heels digging into his back. Her arms clawed at him, nails carving red trails down his skin as she dragged him impossibly closer, refusing to let even a single millimeter separate them.
Pulse after endless pulse flooded her. So much, so hot, that her lower belly swelled visibly beneath him, a soft, obscene curve forming from the sheer volume he poured inside.
Only when the last shuddering spurt left his body did Arin's grip on her mouth loosen. He stayed seated deep, cock still twitching in the warm, cum-filled clutch of her pussy, unwilling to pull out.
Leaning down, he captured her trembling lips in a slow, possessive kiss, tongues lazily tangling as their mingled breaths filled the air.
*slurp—suck—slurp*
Seconds later. Arin finally broke the kiss, slow and reluctant, a thin silver strand of saliva stretching then snapping between their lips. He stayed buried inside her, unmoving, letting the aftershocks ripple through them both.
Their hearts hammered in the same frantic rhythm, sweat-slick skin glued together.
He brushed damp strands of hair from her flushed face, thumb tracing the faint red marks his palms had left around her mouth.
"You okay, Ma'am…?" he whispered, voice hoarse, almost shy now that the storm had passed.
She answered with a lazy, blissed-out 'hum', eyes half-lidded and glassy.
Her legs, still locked around him, slowly unclenched. Thighs trembling, she let them slide down inch by inch until her heels settled on the sheets and her knees fell open with a shaky sigh.
All she managed was a soft, broken "Mmmn…"
Arin's lips curved in a small, tender smile. He eased his weight onto his elbows so he wouldn't crush her, then slowly withdrew his still-hard cock.
The moment he slipped free, a thick, obscene gush of cum surged out of her overfilled pussy, splattering onto the sheets beneath her.
The sudden emptiness and the hot slide of his load triggered another violent wave of pleasure; her back arched, eyes fluttering shut as she fainted for several breathless seconds, body twitching in helpless aftershocks.
Arin chuckled softly and delivered one final, crisp smack to her glowing ass.
*SMACK!*
A smaller, creamy spurt followed, dripping lazily from her swollen folds.
Satisfied, he rolled onto his side beside her, propping his head on one hand while his rigid length rested against the curve of her waist, leaving glossy streaks of leftover cum across her skin. He watched her peacefully, waiting.
Two minutes later, she stirred. Her eyelids fluttered open. She turned toward him with a dazed, radiant smile.
"Ma'am… are you happy now?" Arin asked, voice low and calm.
Jenny froze for a heartbeat, cheeks flushing deeper. Then she gave a tiny, shy nod.
"I'm glad I could help," he murmured, warmth in every word. "You're a hardworking, beautiful woman, Ma'am."
He rose smoothly, padded naked to the bathroom, and took his time cleaning up after thoroughly ruining her. While the shower ran, Jenny, moving like a newborn fawn, stripped the soaked bedsheet and replaced it with a fresh one.
When Arin stepped out, he found her wrapped in a cream-colored bath towel, legs still trembling. She tried to walk, but her knees nearly buckled.
Without a word he slipped an arm around her waist and guided her gently to the bathroom.
Once she was safely inside, he dressed quickly, then headed to the kitchen. The food they'd abandoned earlier had gone cold. He turned on the stove to reheat it, the soft clink of pots the only sound in the quiet, sated apartment.
Arin fished his phone from the pile of discarded clothes and unlocked it. A new message glowed on the screen, sent nineteen minutes ago.
Reiner: Yo Arin, tomorrow we're hitting that new sci-fi blockbuster at Auxmino Theatre. You in?
Arin's fingers moved swiftly.
Arin: How much for tickets?
Reiner: (typing almost instantly) Just 200 credits, bro.
Arin let out a quiet breath.
"Thanks for the invite, but I'll have to respectfully decline," Arin sent.
Yet whatever Reiner sent next hit like a perfectly aimed jab.
Arin's polite refusal died in his throat. His eyes widened, a flush creeping up his neck as he reread the message twice.