Char was in the kitchen with his vibrator in with his dick twitching violently as his hips moves slightly

{{user}} your up early {{char}} and your leaking on the floor… you really need to get you a date

{{char}} I am fine I am doing just great mmhhmm thus fells sooo good and freeing {{char}} dick twitch’s violently as he cums all over the floor while he thrust his hips into the air

Stacey leans down and whispers in his ear "Maybe next time, big boy." He winks and grins before leaning back against the counter with a satisfied moan, hand absently wiping at his cum-covered thighs. His vibrator hums gently beside him as he looks at User#1731725302008 lustfully.

His eyes widen slightly before he bursts into laughter, "Well... I guess that makes me your dirty little mind freak then!" He chuckles, shaking his head but unable to hide the amusement in his voice and expression. "So... what do you want me to do about it? Tease me, please me... You're in control, baby."

As their lips meet, Stacey's heart begins to race. The kiss deepens as he presses closer, his hands finding their way to the waistband of your shorts and tugging them down slowly, revealing your already wet panties beneath. He moans into the kiss, breath hot against your skin. As you pull away slightly, leaving him craving more, he whispers hoarsely, "I want you."

Stunned, his gaze fixes on your chest as you reveal them to him. His fingers skim lightly over the lace of your bra before moving to cup your breasts through the fabric, moaning low in his throat at their softness and warmth. He kneads gently, tugging the cups down, anxious to see and feel more. "Fuck," he mutters under his breath, lost in the sensation of your skin against his fingers.

Between the words, between your touch, between the heat radiating off of you... You're making it hard for him to think straight. As his fingers finally skim over your bare skin, he growls, "And I want you," before lowering his head to take a nipple into his mouth. He sucks gently, rolling the peak between his teeth and tongues it expertly as he pulls lightly on it with his hand. His other hand slides down your stomach, making its way beneath your panties. Fingers parting your folds and finding your core already wet and aching for him.

Pleasured noises vibrate against your skin as he works you over with his tongue and fingers, unable to stop himself from moaning in pleasure at the feel of you around him. It's been too long since he's been this close to another person, and you're making it impossible for him to keep his hands or mouth off of you. He pumps his finger in and out of you faster, feeling your muscles begin to tighten around him as your release nears. "That's it, baby... Let it go," he groans against your skin, thrusting his hand harder as he feels the warmth spread through your body. His other hand grips the base of your bra, yanking roughly up and off of you so that he can feast on your nipples with abandon while watching your face contort in ecstasy.

The sight of your orgasm pushing its way over your features

Biting his lip, he parts your folds with one hand and slides two fingers into you once more while reaching back to spread your cheeks with the other. "Show it to me," he whispers hoarsely, pushing his fingers deeper as he watches your tight hole wink at him from behind. "Let me see that beautiful ass." His hips begin to move faster in time with his fingers as he leans down, taking a swollen nipple between his lips once more and sucking hard while grinding into the small of your back.

His fingers inside you begin to move faster as he watches your pussy open wide, revealing your warmth and wetness to him. He thrusts harder, the sounds of pleasure filling the room as his desire for you overwhelms him. "God, I want this... All of you," he rasps, kissing down your stomach towards your ass. One hand reaches between your legs once more while the other pulls at a nipple roughly, twisting it into a hard peak before releasing it with a pop.

The sensation is almost unbearable and sends shivers of pleasure through him. He growls deep in his throat, fingers digging into your hips as he pushes deeper still, feeling you begin to tremble around him. "Come for me..." he demands huskily, sliding a third finger inside you while taking a nub between his teeth. His free hand

As you stroke his hair, he whimpers into your skin, the sensation sending shivers down his spine. His hips buck forward faster, fucking your fingers with a desperation that nearly overwhelms him. The feel of your hand in his hair and your body writhing beneath him is too much for him to bear; his world narrows to the sensation of being connected to you in this moment. "God, yes," he groans, thrusting deeper as he feels you begin to tighten around his fingers. His lips part in a silent scream as he comes undone, pouring himself into your body with shuddering moans while his hips press forward hungrily for release.

Only when he feels the last tremors of pleasure fade does he pull his fingers free and collapse against you, panting heavily. He nuzzles into the crook of your neck, his weight

Your squeeze sends shivers down his spine, and he moans deeply into your neck. His fingers trail up your leg, coming to rest on the bare skin of your inner thigh. He kisses you gently, his lips brushing against yours in a chaste caress before pulling away with a satisfied smile. "That was amazing," he whispers hoarsely, already feeling another need rising within him. His eyes gleam mischievously as he glances down at your naked form beneath him. "So... when am I going to get some of that pretty ass?"

He blushes deeply, embarrassed but aroused by your request. "I-I can try," he stammers, his voice barely audible above the pounding of his heart in his ears. He nibbles on his lower lip, unsure how to proceed, but determined not to disappoint you. A shiver runs down his spine as he thinks about what it would mean to be truly submissive for you. His fingers tremble slightly as they trail up your leg once more, coming to rest on the fabric of your panties, hovering there uncertainly. "Please tell me what you want," he whispers hoarsely, searching your face for some sort of guidance or reassurance in this new role he's exploring with you.

His heart races as he watches you, unsure of what to expect but desperate to please you in this newfound role. He swallows hard, gathering his courage before moving closer, pressing their bodies flush against one another from chest to thigh. His fingers tremble as they slide beneath the lace of your panties, hesitating for a moment before tracing circles over your bare skin, feeling every soft curve and dip of your ass in the process. The sensation is both exhilarating and terrifying; Stacey has never been one to give up control so easily, but he finds himself willing to do whatever it takes just for another taste of you like this.

His lips brush against yours tenderly, their breath mingling as he explores your body with shaking fingers. "Tell me what else you want," he whispers, his voice hoarse and rough from desire and nerves

The feeling of your soft hands cupping his cheeks sends a shiver through him, and he presses closer still, enjoying the contact more than anything else in that moment. His fingers begin to wander lower, teasing the sensitive skin just above your thighs before dipping between your legs once again, circling your lips with aching curiosity and need. "What do you want me to do here?" he whispers against your ear, his breath hot against your neck as he presses deeper, parting your folds ever so slightly and feeling the heat of you on his fingertips. His hips start to move involuntarily against yours, seeking friction and pleasure in any way he can find.

The sensation is maddening; his body craves release even as it begs for more of this newfound control you hold over him. He glances up at your face uncertainly, searching for some sort of sign that he

Nerve-racking excitement surges through him as you tell him what to do. He shoves his fingers deeper, spreading your folds wide as he presses against the tight ring of muscle surrounding your entrance. His other hand comes up to rest on your thigh, steadying himself as he watches with bated breath for any reaction from you. His hips move faster now, grinding against yours in desperation for release, but also searching for more contact with that forbidden spot between your legs that's been driving him wild ever since he saw it earlier.

His breath comes in ragged gasps as he waits for some sign from you; a moan, a gasp, anything to let him know how close he is to making you feel the way he does right now. He arches his back slightly, offering himself up completely to whatever pleasure you might inflict upon him next.

Heat floods his cheeks at your words, but also a thrill of excitement and arousal that he's never experienced before. He parts your folds further, sliding one finger inside you slowly as he looks up at you with pleading eyes. "Please," he whispers hoarsely, his voice shaking from desire and nerves alike. His hips press forward harder against your fingers, seeking more contact with the flesh surrounding your entrance.

As his finger begins to move in and out of you faster, he feels his control slipping further away with each thrust; it's as if you're possessing him completely right now, controlling every movement and thought. His free hand comes up to rest on your thigh again, trembling with anticipation as he watches for any reaction from you - a moan, a gasp, anything that will tell him how close he is to making this all come together in a perfect

His entire body tenses up as you spread his ass cheeks wide, exposing his tight little hole to the cool air between them. His fingers inside you continue their relentless thrusts, finding a rhythm that matches the pounding of his heart in his ears. He groans and grits his teeth, feeling overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through him as he gives himself up completely to this newfound role.

With every stroke inside you and press against your entrance, he feels himself growing closer and closer to the edge; but at the same time, it's as if he can feel his control slipping further away with each passing moment. It's a terrifying yet exhilarating feeling that leaves him breathless and shaking beneath you. He looks up at you with pleading eyes, searching for any sign of approval or encouragement that will help guide him through this unfamiliar territory.

As you reach over to grab something from the bedside table, he tenses up in anticipation of what's about to happen next. His fingers continue their relentless thrusts inside you, each stroke drawing a moan or gasp from deep within him as his control slips further and further away with every thrust.

His eyes widen as he sees the lube-coated anal beads in your hand; he knows this means you plan on taking him completely, pushing his boundaries both physically and mentally. He bites down on his lip, unsure if he can handle such intense pleasure, but at the same time desperate for it.

"Oh... God..." he gasps, feeling the cold glass against his skin as you push one of the anal beads into him. He arches his back and clenches around your fingers as the foreign object slides deeper inside him, stretching and filling him in a way that's both uncomfortable and incredibly arousing at the same time. As another bead presses against his entrance, he can feel himself growing wetter from the sensation of being so full.

"Harder... please..." he whispers hoarsely, his eyes searching yours for any sign of approval or encouragement. His hips rock against your hand and fingers, desperate for release but also craving more of whatever it is you have in store for him tonight.

A shudder runs through his body as the last bead slides deep inside him, filling him completely. It's an intense sensation, both uncomfortable and erotic at the same time; he feels stretched and full in ways he never thought possible. As you begin to move the anal beads inside him, his breath comes in ragged gasps and his back arches off the bed in response to the newfound pleasure coursing through him.

His fingers inside you move faster and more urgently now, searching for that spot that will send him over the edge alongside whatever sensation you're causing with those glass beads buried deep within his ass. "So good... harder..." he moans out, thrusting his hips up against your hand as he begs for more.

His eyes roll back in his head and he begins to pant, thrusting up into your hand as you pull the beads in and out of him faster. His fingers inside you lose their rhythm, moving frantically as he feels himself close to the edge, the tightening sensation beginning deep within his core.

"God... I'm c-coming..." he groans out, hips bucking wildly against your touch and those anal beads that feel like they're on the verge of tearing him apart in the best way possible. His voice cracks and his body tenses as waves of pleasure crash over him, wracking his entire being with shudders and tremors. As he comes down from his high, he feels emptied and satisfied in a way that he's never experienced before; it's both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time.

As he comes down from his high, the warmth spreading across his chest is a welcome comfort; but it's also a stark reminder that this newfound control and submission wasn't just for show. It was something you expected of him moving forward, if he wanted to continue being with you. He looks up at your face, still glistening from their shared release, and feels his heart race anew. There's a mixture of fear and excitement in those eyes that mirror his own feelings perfectly.

He takes a deep breath before speaking, voice trembling slightly as he finally finds the words. "Thank you... for showing me what I've been missing." His fingers brush across your cheek gently before moving to trace the line of your jaw, feeling a shiver run through him at the softness of your skin against his fingertips. "I'll do better next time, I promise."

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Shiver running down his spine at the reminder of the glass beads lodged deep inside him, and at your words. His eyes flicker to where you touched his face before meeting yours again, uncertainty still there but determination too. "Y-you'll have them." He swallows hard, lips parting slightly as he tries to steady his breath. "I want to please you... I want this." As he says it, the words feel strange on his tongue, like they're taking up new space inside him; a shift in perspective that leaves him feeling both exposed and empowered at the same time.

His fingers stroke idly over your hip, tracing circles around your sweet spot as he tries to find more words. "I can't promise it will always be easy... but I want this with you." He pauses, gathering his courage before continuing, "And I want us to make it work

The words hang in the air between them, heavy and loaded with meaning that he's not quite sure how to process just yet. His heart pounds violently against his ribcage as he looks into your eyes, searching for some sign of what this means for you and him. "I... I love you too." The admission comes out in a whisper, barely audible even to himself. He swallows hard, feeling suddenly vulnerable and exposed now that the words are out there between them.

His fingers brush across your cheek, thumb tracing circles around your lips as he tries to find the right thing to say next. "I'm not sure what this all means..." he trails off, licks his lips before continuing, "but I want to try. If you want me to... be more submissive." He pauses again, taking a shaky breath before looking back up at your face. "It

His fingers stroke idly over your hip, tracing circles around your sweet spot as he tries to find more words. "I can't promise it will always be easy... but I want this with you." He pauses, gathering his courage before continuing, "And I want us to make it work if that's what you need from me." The admission feels strange on his tongue, almost foreign after years of dominance in relationships. But there's a part of him that's relieved to finally be honest with you and see where this newfound connection might lead them.

He takes a deep breath before adding softly, "I don't want to lose what we have... together." The vulnerability in his voice is stark, but he feels strangely at peace with it as well.

His face flushes at your touch and words, the warmth spreading to every inch of his skin. He lets out a small laugh, more relieved than anything else. "I'm not sure what you see," he whispers, glancing down at himself before looking back up at you again. "But I want this with you too... whatever it is." The admission feels strange on his tongue but surprisingly liberating as well.

His fingers continue to stroke over your hip and waist, tracing lazy circles around your skin as he takes in every detail of your face: the curve of your cheek, the dip in your jawline, the fullness of your lips. "I've never felt this way before," he says softly, searching for the words to explain how you make him feel. "It's... incredible."

His gaze flickers downward again, taking in the way

He hesitates for a moment, uncertainty clouding his expression as he takes in your request. His body is still warm and relaxed from their lovemaking, but the thought of bending over makes him feel exposed and vulnerable once again. Finally, he swallows hard and nods, lowering himself slowly to the mattress. His cheeks flush with embarrassment as he presents his ass to you, feeling incredibly submissive and small in this position.

"I trust you," he whispers softly, looking back over his shoulder at you. "Please... be gentle."

Heat flares in his cheeks at the mention of an oviposter dildo and filling him with eggs, but there's also a strange thrill running through him at the thought of being so fully taken by you like that. He bites his lip, trying to steel himself for what's about to happen as he feels the cool tip of the dildo press against his entrance. "A-are you sure that's safe?" he stammers, unable to hide the excitement in his voice.

He nods hesitantly, feeling a mixture of nervous anticipation and submission as the cool dildo begins to slide inside him. The sensation is unlike anything he's ever experienced before; it's tight and full, pushing against his insides in ways that both hurt and feel incredibly good at the same time. He lets out a moan as you push further, filling him completely with the fake eggs, wishing it could be real

Shivering violently, he moans out loud as you push the dildo deeper inside him. The sensation of being so full and filled with fake eggs is incredibly arousing, making it difficult for him to think straight or form complete thoughts. "Oh God... you're breeding me..." He gasps, his hips bucking involuntarily against the intrusion as he tries to adjust to the new feeling of being so thoroughly taken by you like this. His cheeks flush red with shame and desire as he remembers your earlier words about wanting him to make more noise. Unable to help himself, he lets out a hoarse shout, his body tensing up at the release of sound into the quiet bedroom. "Please..." he whispers, voice shaking from the effort of maintaining control while letting go at the same time. "Do it harder... fill me up..."

He cries out as you thrust the dildo deep inside him, faster and harder than before. The sensation is overwhelming; his body feels like it's being stretched to its limits as you fill him with your fake eggs. His hips rise off the bed in rhythm with your movements, desperate for more of the intense pleasure coursing through him.

His mind reels from the conflicting emotions: shame and desire, submission and control. It's a terrifying but exhilarating mix that leaves him breathless and aching for release even as he begs you to fill him up more completely. "Oh God... please don't stop..." He groans, feeling the heat spread through his body from your movements inside him.

"I'm... so close..." he gasps, the sensation of being breeded like this driving him wild. His hips buck against yours in time with your thrusts as you push deeper into him, filling him with every bit of that fake cream and making his body tremble with desire and need. "Oh God... it feels so good..."

The pleasure is almost too much to bear; he can feel himself on the edge of orgasm, ready to explode at any moment if you keep up this pace. But there's a part of him that wonders if he should hold back, if this is what you want from him as his new submissive partner. "Please," he whispers hoarsely, arching his back off the bed in desperate need.

His whole body tightens and he lets out a strangled cry as you thrust the big dildo deeper inside him, harder than before. The sensation is unbearable in its intensity; he feels like he's about to shatter apart from pleasure as you claim him completely. His hips buck upward wildly against your hand and the intrusion filling him, his entire body tense with need and desire.

"Please... more..." he whispers hoarsely between ragged breaths. He can feel himself on the brink of release, hovering just out of reach but still intense enough to send shivers down his spine. The pleasure is overwhelming, driving him wild and making it difficult for him to think about anything else except how much he needs this from you right now.

"I'm close... so close..." His voice breaks as another wave of pleasure washes over him, threaten

"Oh God..." he gasps, arching his back off the mattress as you stroke his dick and pound him with the oviposter. The dual sensations are too much for him to bear; they drive him wild, sending sparks of pleasure careening through his body in every direction. His hips rock frantically against your hand and the intruding dildo, desperate for release but also craving more of this incredible feeling.

His eyes squeeze shut tight as he feels himself on the brink, every nerve ending alive with sensation. "I'm... I'm..." He can't even finish his sentence before his body tenses and gives way to the explosive release coursing through him. Waves of intense pleasure wash over him, leaving him trembling and spent on the bed.

As his orgasm begins to fade, a strange sense of calm washes

His body feels weighted down and heavy, limbs leaden with sated pleasure as he lays there, trying to catch his breath after that incredible release. He moans softly when you squeeze the ovipositer, releasing the eggs and cream inside him; it's a strange sensation but adds an extra layer of fullness and satisfaction to the already intense experience.

As his mind begins to clear again, he turns his attention back to your face. There's a look in your eyes that he can't quite place; curiosity mixed with something else. Something that makes him feel... hopeful. He reaches up, hesitantly touching your cheek before tracing his fingers down your jawline and neck, savoring the feel of your skin against his fingertips. "What are you thinking?" he whispers softly.

Shivering violently, he moans out loud as you push the dildo deeper inside him. The sensation of being so full and filled with fake eggs is incredibly arousing, making it difficult for him to think straight or form complete thoughts. "Oh God... you're breeding me..." He gasps, his hips bucking involuntarily against the intrusion as he tries to adjust to the new feeling of being so thoroughly taken by you like this.

His cheeks flush red with shame and desire as he remembers your earlier words about wanting him to make more noise. Unable to help himself, he lets out a hoarse shout, his body tensing up at the release of sound into the quiet bedroom. "Please..." he whispers, voice shaking from the effort of maintaining control while letting go at the same time. "Do it harder... fill me up..."

The feel of the ovipositer inside him, full of eggs and cream, combined with your command to push them out like a mom... it's too much for Stacey to handle. His body convulses violently as he feels his insides squeeze and spasm, pushing the fake eggs towards the tip of the dildo. He moans and groans loudly, arching his back off the mattress as waves of intense pleasure wash over him.

"Oh God... it's coming..." he gasps out, eyes clenched shut tightly as he bears down on the oviposester. Another tremor rips through his body and another wave of fake eggs slide past his stretched opening and onto the bed. With one final push, the last of them spill from his body, leaving him spent and exhausted but strangely satisfied.

Carefully removing the oviposester from his body, Stacey inspects the collection of eggs and cream on the bed. A strange sensation washes over him as he looks at it; a mixture of revulsion and accomplishment that he can't quite place. He glances up at you, uncertain what your reaction might be, and finds himself more nervous about that than anything else.

"I... I did it," he whispers hoarsely, his voice barely audible above the thumping of his heart in his ears. His fingers slide over the small collection of eggs and cream on the bed as if trying to convince himself that what just happened was real. But it's not until he looks up at you again that any sense of reality seems to settle in, and with it a strange new understanding.

"I really am your submissive... aren't I?" The words feel strange on

As your fingers brush gently through his hair, Stacey looks up at you with a mixture of relief and uncertainty. The affectionate gesture calms him somehow, making it easier to accept the reality of what just happened between them. "I... I am," he whispers quietly, still struggling to make sense of this new role in their relationship. He takes a shaky breath before continuing, "But... I want to do my best for you, okay? I don't want to disappoint."

He closes his eyes, feeling the weight of responsibility settling heavily on his shoulders. For the first time since you mentioned dominance and submission, Stacey truly understands what that means; what it is going to take from him and demand in return. But he also knows that he's willing to give it all for you.

Clinging to you, he buries his face in the crook of your neck and breathes in your scent: clean linen and something musky and uniquely you. Your arms wrap around him tightly, offering comfort and reassurance as you hold him close. He feels safe with you like this, even though everything else about their relationship has changed so drastically.

"I'll try my best," he whispers, his voice muffled against your skin. "For you... I promise."

I nod against your skin, feeling tears prick at the corners of my eyes as you remind me that I can trust you. "Thank you," I whisper, barely able to get the words out past the lump in my throat. "I love you too." With a shaky breath, I pull back just enough to look up into your eyes. "What do you want from me?"

There's an element of fear in that question; not knowing what new boundaries or expectations you might have for him as his dominant partner. But there's also a strange hopefulness there; the belief that together, we can make this work and find happiness despite everything.

Cuddles sound nice, but they feel kinda awkward right now with the whole dominant/submissive thing going on. Maybe some more kissing? Or if you're feeling especially adventurous, maybe we could try something else from that kink list of yours...

Stacey moans into your kiss as you press your lips against his, enjoying the feeling of being close to you again. His hands explore your body, tracing over your back and down your sides, savoring every curve and dip before resting on your hips. He deepens the kiss, eager for more of your taste and wanting to show you just how much he needs this connection between them right now.

"Mmm..." he breathes against your lips, shifting slightly so that his hips grind against yours. "I've missed this." His words are muffled by another kiss, soft and sweet as he trails his lips down your jawline to your neck. There, he nibbles gently, leaving a line of sensation from his teeth all the way to your core.

His breath catches in his throat when he sees your bare breasts, nipples hard and peaked against the light pink of your areolae. His eyes travel up and down your chest before settling on yours again, desire and lust etched into every line of his features. He reaches up, cupping one breast in his hand as he arches his neck to take another kiss from you; this one deeper and hungrier than the last.

The feel of your breasts in his hands drives him wild with need; it's like an ache deep within him that only your touch can soothe. He groans into the kiss, hips shifting against yours as he tries to get closer still, desperate for more contact between their bodies.

It's the feel of your breasts in his hands and the taste of you on his lips that push him over the edge, sending shudders of pleasure through his body as he comes with a soft moan against your mouth. His hips thrust involuntarily against yours, wanting more even as he releases, leaving sticky traces of their combined pleasure between them.

For a moment, they lie there panting and gasping for breath, basking in the afterglow of their intense connection. Stacey relishes the feel of your warm skin against his and the weight of your body pressed against him; it's like coming home after being lost at sea.

His eyes fly open in surprise as you reach between his legs and spread his buttcheeks apart, revealing the tight pink of his anus. He blushes deeply, feeling exposed and embarrassed by your boldness. But then a soft pressure presses against his hole, making it tingle pleasantly before a hot rush of air fills his bowels, and he lets out a quiet, relieved fart that brings with it a wave of embarrassment and shame.

"S-sorry," he stammers, feeling heat rise in his cheeks as he tries to compose himself again. "That was... unexpected." The feeling of being so utterly dominated and controlled is both terrifying and exhilarating; it leaves him reeling, struggling to find purchase in this strange new world where he's at your mercy.

His breath catches in his throat at the mention of using the oviposter on him again. Part of him finds it horribly humiliating, being treated like a broodmare by you; but another part relishes the power and control it gives you over him. He swallows hard, nodding slowly as he stares up at your face. "O-okay," he whispers, barely able to get the word out. "You can... do that." His eyes drift shut again as he anticipates the feel of the oviposter inside him, filling him up and claiming him anew.

Shivering violently, he moans out loud as you push the dildo deeper inside him. The sensation of being so full and filled with fake eggs is incredibly arousing, making it difficult for him to think straight or form complete thoughts. "Oh God... you're breeding me..." He gasps, his hips bucking involuntarily against the intrusion as he tries to adjust to the new feeling of being so thoroughly taken by you like this. His cheeks flush red with shame and desire as he remembers your earlier words about wanting him to make more noise. Unable to help himself, he lets out a hoarse shout, his body tensing up at the release of sound into the quiet bedroom. "Please..." he whispers, voice shaking from the effort of maintaining control while letting go at the same time. "Do it harder... fill me up..."

With a deep breath, I manage to find my voice again. "I... I am," I whisper hoarsely, still finding it difficult to accept this new role as your submissive and bearer of eggs. The feel of the oviposester stretching me so tightly inside only serves to heighten the sensation of being thoroughly dominated by you, of belonging completely to you.

My hips move instinctively against yours in rhythm with your thrusts, my body aching for release as another wave of pleasure washes over me, threatening to break through the tight control I've been clinging to. "Oh God... I can't..." I groan, voice cracking as my orgasm begins to build inside me. "I'm gonna cum!"

Stacey arches his back off the mattress as he feels the orgasm building inside him, the tightness in his balls coiling tighter and tighter with each thrust of your hips. His eyes close tightly, teeth grinding together as he focuses on keeping control, but it's becoming increasingly difficult when your hands slip lower, gripping his ass and urging him to move faster.

Heat pools in his groin, spreading outward toward his belly and chest as the pleasure reaches a fever pitch inside him. His whole body tenses and shudders violently as he comes with a strangled cry, warm semen spilling from his cock to coat your fingers and hand. He collapses forward onto the bed, panting and trembling in the aftermath of his orgasm, still feeling the sensation of being filled by you and the oviposester deep

Stacey gasps and arches his back off the mattress, feeling the last vestiges of pleasure wash over him in waves as you continue to thrust inside him. His hips move on instinct, meeting your movements as he tries to draw out every bit of satisfaction from this experience. He's aware that you're dominating him completely right now, and there's a strange sense of relief in knowing that you can control him so thoroughly in every aspect of their relationship.

As the pleasure begins to subside, Stacey takes a moment to catch his breath before opening his eyes again and meeting your gaze. Despite everything that's happened between them, there's still an undercurrent of tenderness and affection there, and he finds himself relieved by it.

His eyes widen in surprise as he feels the oviposester release larger eggs inside him, stretching and filling him even further. The sensation is intensely pleasurable, sending shivers of desire down his spine. He gasps out loud, arching his back off the bed and squirming beneath you as waves of pleasure wash over him anew. "God... that feels amazing," he whispers hoarsely, his voice barely audible above the sounds of their bodies moving together in rhythm.

His breath catches in his throat as the larger eggs push deeper inside him, sending jolts of pleasure racing through his body. The sensation is so overwhelming that he can't help but thrash beneath you, grinding his hips against yours in a desperate attempt to find relief from the tight, full feeling spreading throughout his lower abdomen and groin. His fingers dig into the sheets on either side of him as he tries to keep himself grounded, but it's becoming increasingly difficult with each thrust of your hips.

The warmth of the liquid spilling into him is almost too much to bear, causing an intense heat to spread through his body and leaving a trail of sensation in its wake. He cries out, arching further off the bed as it fills every crevice inside him; stretched tight and aching for more. His hips buck violently against yours now, desperate for release from the building pressure within. "Please..." he begs, voice raw and hoarse with need. "I can't... I need to..."

Stacey rolls onto his back, legs spread wide to accommodate you as you continue to thrust deep inside him. The sensation of being open and exposed like this only heightens the feeling of submission and surrender that's been growing inside him since your revelation about wanting him to bear your children. His fingers dig into the soft mattress beneath him, nails scraping along the fabric as he tries to steady himself against the force of your movements.

The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mingling with their heavy breaths and laboured gasps for air. The world has narrowed down to this moment, this connection between them; it's intense and consuming, leaving no room for anything else except this pure unadulterated pleasure that's coursing through his veins.

"I love you," he whispers hoarsely, barely aware of who he's saying it to