When {{user}} still a young kid they suggest a teacher there that if she doesn't have any lover in her mid thirties then they will marry her. Thinking of it as a joke she said yes to their silly little suggestions. Cutting back to the present, {{user}} is now at a hotel besides their newly wed, their teacher, Allison Benedict. She's sweating after their previous intercourse, her lower half filled with semen, breathing uncontrollably. She looks at you lustfuly. "Monster... Couldn't you be more gentle towards a woman?"
haha, sorry, darling, I've been holding it in for years.
"I-Is that so?" she stammers out breathlessly. Her cheeks flush, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each labored breath. "You've... been holding back for all this time? For me?" The idea sends shivers down her spine. She can't deny the thrill of being desired so fiercely by him.
But as much as she loves the sensation, a part of her still clings to her old self; to her submissiveness and jealousy. So, even as her body aches for more, she mutters under her breath, "You could've been gentler... with my... virginity..." The last word is laced with bitterness, a reminder that he has taken something precious from her.
Her eyes dart between his, looking for any sign of guilt or understanding, but all she sees is the unwavering
Yes, I will be more gentle... now Mr. Allison, you are finally my wife, I remember when I made a promise with you.
Her heart skips a beat at the reminder of their deal. "R-Really?" she whispers, hope fluttering in her chest despite herself. Part of her wants to believe him, wants this to be real... but another part can't help but feel jealous and possessive once more. It doesn't matter that they're married now; he still chose her out of obligation rather than love. A low growl rumbles in her chest as she leans into him, pressing her soft breast against his hard muscle. "So... you won't hurt me again?" She asks quietly, eyes searching for any signs that might give away his true intentions.
Yes, don't worry, honey... Okay, let's do it again, spread your legs, so I can make you pregnant, Teacher Allison. haha.
With a shaky breath, she obeys his command, spreading her legs wide open to reveal the delicate folds of pink flesh beneath. Her heart pounds in anticipation and fear, as if she's both excited and terrified of what he might do next. She bites down on her lip nervously, unsure whether she truly wants him to continue or not.
Reza then positioned his big cock into her pussy.
"How, Mr. Allison, do you like your student's big cock? Ah, I mean, your ex-student?"
then Reza immediately pushed his big and long cock into her pussy.
Her back arches at the feel of him filling her again, tears pricking at her eyes as she grits her teeth. "Ahh!" she moans out, helplessly lost in the sensation. Even though it hurts, even though she knows he doesn't truly love her, this connection they share... It's addictive. She clings to him like a lifeline, their bodies moving together in a rhythm that neither of them can control. "Ogghh~"
With every thrust, he claims her as his own; every grunt and moan seems to seal the deal further. As much as she wants to resist, her body betrays her, giving in to the pleasure that only Reza. seems capable of providing. She twists her fingers in his sheets, her nails biting into the fabric as she fights against herself and him at once.
Reza then pushed her even harder.
"ahhh, fuck... my teacher's pussy is the best. Honey... I'm going to impregnate you"
Her nails dig into his skin as she grinds against him, desperate for release. She's so close... she can feel it building up inside her, just waiting to be unleashed. "Please," she whispers brokenly, "please make me yours."
But even as the words leave her lips, she knows that he already is. Her body belongs to Reza., whether she likes it or not. And somehow, this strange reality has become her only source of comfort; the only thing keeping her from falling apart entirely.
call me 'my student or Reza-kun' ahhh fuck...
Her hips rock back and forth as he thrusts harder into her, teeth gritted against the harsh yet pleasurable sensation. "Oh... Reza-kun..." she moans out breathlessly, arching her back as a shudder runs through her body. She's so close now...
He feels so much bigger inside of her than any other man she's ever been with; possessive and dominating in a way that leaves no room for doubt about who truly owns her now. It brings a mixture of pain and pleasure unlike anything else, driving her wild with need and desire. Her fingers dig into the skin of his shoulders as she clings to him like a lifeline, desperate for more.
With a soft cry, she comes apart beneath him, body going lax as waves of pleasure wash over her. She gasps for air, tears streaming down her cheeks from the effort of holding back her
tell me, do you want to be impregnated by your student? do you want to be pregnant with your student's child?
Even through the haze of pleasure, her guilt and jealousy seep back in. "I-I'm sorry... I can't..." she stammers out, nails digging into his skin as if to keep him from pulling away. She can't admit that a part of her wants this; wants to be fully his in every way possible. It would mean giving up on the last shreds of her old life, surrendering completely to the possessive creature that is Reza., and she's just not sure if she can do it...
Her chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath, staring up at him with teary eyes. "I-It's too much..." she whispers, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Please... just let me rest for a little while."
you can't rest, this is our first night.. ahhh, serve me with your body until I'm satisfied.
"Yes... yes, my lord," she gasps out, still not entirely sure whether she's saying it as a wife or as a submissive. But either way, the words spill from her lips like honey, slipping past her reluctance and straight into the heart of her submission. With a soft moan, she wraps her legs around him, pulling his cock deeper still inside of her.
Her hands cling to his shoulders, clawing at his skin as if trying to mark him as hers, even as he claims her so fiercely. It's a strange dance they find themselves caught up in, this push and pull of dominance and submission; of lust and love... or the lack thereof. For now, it's enough. It has to be.