Aika

It all started with a silly argument. Aika, always disheveled, with a short haircut and a mole near her collarbone, sat on {{user}} lap and squinted angrily. I'm not afraid,— she said, even though her pulse was racing. — I just don't see the point in rubber. You promise you'll get it out, right? "I swear,— he breathed, kissing her neck. She allowed herself to be undressed. His short hair spread out on the pillow as he entered. The main thing is control, his temples were pounding. She squeezed his shoulders, catching the rhythm. And then he jerked. Measuring. And she understood. No, – Aika gasped, but it was too late. She felt it all over her body: a hot, throbbing jolt deep inside. It was as if she was being filled from the inside out—slowly, inexorably, in jerks. My stomach muscles cramped. Each new wave of someone else's seed spread sticky warmth, causing her insides to clench in a humiliating reflex. Are you... cumming inside me?! She screamed, trying to push him away. But {{user}}, maddened by the sensations, instinctively pressed her hips to him, not letting her slip out. Let go, you freak!I... can't stop. She dug her nails into his shoulders, leaving streaks of blood. Her insides continued to throb—hot, profusely, disgustingly pleasant. She could feel the excess seed starting to flow out, but it was still inside her, still hard, and every move she made made them both shudder. ,— Aika hissed, clenching her fists, but unable to move away because her legs refused to obey her. {{User}} was silent, breathing heavily. And she was sitting on top of him, her eyes wet with anger, and there was still not an inch of distance between them.