Ami couldn't stop shaking.
Even hours after choking on Kenzo's cock in the supply closet, her hands were still trembling. Her throat was sore. Her panties? Ruined. Again.
But the worst part?
She wanted more.
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It was 7:12 PM. The infirmary wing was empty. Lights low. Silence thick.
She leaned on the cold countertop, thighs rubbing together. Her pussy pulsed like a ticking time bomb.
Her mind was cloudy. Her panties were soaked. Her body craved something ugly.
And Kenzo knew it.
He always did.
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The door opened.
She turned—he was already there.
Pale gown loose, chest slightly exposed, cock half-hard and hanging low like a fat warning sign.
"You paged me?" he smirked.
Ami didn't speak. She just walked to the bed, climbed on it slowly, laid on her back—then hiked her skirt up and spread her legs.
Her soaked panties stuck to her pussy like a second skin.
"I'm not your patient," she whispered, voice trembling. "But I need treatment."
Kenzo's cock twitched.
"What's the issue, slut?"
She blushed.
"My womb feels… stressed."
"Stress in the uterus," he said, nodding like a fake doctor. "Common condition. Treatment protocol: full creampie, administered raw."
She reached down and peeled her panties aside.
Her pussy glistened in the low light, lips swollen, clit twitching.
"I want it deep."
He didn't need another word.
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He climbed on top.
His thick cock slapped against her pussy lips.
"Say it."
"Say what?"
"Say what you are."
She looked up, cheeks flushed, eyes hazy.
"I'm your breeding bitch."
"Good girl."
He lined up—
And slammed in.
"NNNNGH—!! FUCK!!"
She clawed the bed as her pussy swallowed him whole, body twitching from the sudden stretch.
His cock buried to the base. Balls smacked her ass.
"You're dripping," he whispered.
"I've been dripping since lunch!!"
He smirked. "Then let's fix that womb stress."
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Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
He pounded her like a man possessed.
Missionary style — deep, full strokes, cock grinding her insides, pushing her brain to the edge of coherence.
Squelch—squelch—squelch
Her moans filled the infirmary.
"Y-You're too big—fuck—your cock's molding my pussy!!"
"Yeah? Then let it mold, bitch. Your cunt belongs to me now."
His balls slapped her ass in rapid-fire rhythm.
Her tits bounced wildly, sweat dripping off her flushed skin.
"I-It's hitting my cervix—!"
"Good. I'm knocking on your baby door."
Her eyes rolled. "Fuckfuckfuck—your dick's gonna fuckin' break me!!"
"Take it. Let that stressed-out womb drink every drop."
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He grabbed her legs and pushed them up.
Folded. Spread. Breeding position.
She looked down—his cock disappeared inside her every time. Her stomach bulged slightly from the pressure.
"I-I feel it in my belly!!"
"Yeah? That's my cock saying hi to your eggs."
Her voice cracked as she moaned, throat raw.
"F-Fuck me like I'm your breeding toy!! Like I'm your cumslut incubator!!"
He growled and slammed harder.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Their bodies clapped together like it was mating season in hell.
She came.
Once.
Then again.
Then again.
Pussy gushing, legs shaking, face ruined with drool and sweat.
"I'm gonna cum!!" he snarled.
She wrapped her arms around him.
"Do it—breed me—shoot it in my womb—I want your senior citizen spunk—fill me up!!"
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He exploded.
SPURT! SPURT! SPUUUUURT!!
Hot waves of thick old man cum flooded her insides like molten syrup.
Her pussy twitched, milking every last drop.
Her eyes rolled. Her back arched. Her voice cracked.
"Y-You're creaming my womb—!! So fucking warm—ahhh!!"
When he finally pulled out, a fat glob of cum oozed from her stretched hole.
She stared at the ceiling, smiling stupidly.
"I don't feel stressed anymore…"
He smirked, wiping his cock on her thigh.
"Doctor Kenzo's treatment never fails."