CHAPTER 31. THE COUNTDOWN TO OBLIVION
Oh my God, f*****g Lord. Fred refuses to stop, even after that colossal, seismic orgasm that just tore through me.
My eyelids flutter wildly, trapped in the aftershocks. He still continues to drive inside me, thrusting through my utter wetness. The previous climax has already stolen so much—my strength, my coherence, my very ability to breathe deeply. My body is a live wire, shaking uncontrollably. I can feel my juice, thick and hot, dripping out of my core and splashing onto my vulva without any control. It slides down my inner thighs, splashing against his relentless momentum.
But he doesn't pause. He delivers a sharp, echoing smack to my ass.
“Oh my God, that f*****g sweet p***y,” he rasps for the third time, his voice deep and proprietary. He g
