I would not be satisfied with just a few ejaculations. No, I wanted more, the rhythm was brutal, primal, and utterly consuming. Sael thrust deep, his hips slamming against Vera's burning, slick flesh. She was holding on for dear life, a frantic, panting animal under him, her fingernails digging deep crescents into his shoulders. The bed frame hammered a frantic counterpoint to the action.
"Deeper, mi toro! Don't you dare slow down!" Vera demanded, her voice hoarse from repeated screaming, her hips fighting to meet his bone-jarring impact. "I want to feel you touch my spine! Empty everything! AAHHH!!! GUOO~"
"PAH! PAH! PAH! PAH!" The sound of raw, wet flesh meeting flesh echoed off the high ceiling of the bedroom, a percussive beat of possession, punctuated only by my deep, guttural growls of exertion. Vera was far past coherence, only capable of reacting to the violent, rhythmic invasion. Her pussy gripped him like a vice, trying desperately to milk every last drop of pleasure and seed from his massive length.
"Take it, you greedy bitch! Take every fucking inch I have for you!" I roared, burying himself to the hilt over and over. I felt the warning signs of my own climax building—a seismic pressure that demanded release. I pulled her legs up to my shoulders, giving him maximum access, and plunged home three final, massive times.
The sensation of his eruption was blinding. my body locked, and I emptied myself, flooding the cavity I had meticulously stretched and prepared.
"Spluuurt! Spluuurt! Spluuurt!"
Vera screamed ,y name as the hot payload hit her cervix, the sheer volume of the injection sending her into a final, shivering wave of extreme bliss. "PAPI!!!~AAHHH!!! GUOO~"
When the shaking finally subsided, the air was thick, heavy, and hot with the smell of spent cum and arousal.
The intensity of our coupling left its marks. As I slowly, reluctantly, pulled my softening cock from her well-used pussy—the sound of moist suction loud in the sudden silence—a gush of our combined fluids followed, a lewd trickle onto the sheets.
"Schlurp. Schluuup."
Vera winced, a hiss of "Ay, cuidado…" escaping her lips as the pressure changed. She was sore, exquisitely so. The kind of deep, pleasing pain that serves as a constant, throbbing reminder of pleasure taken and given.
She tried to laugh, but it came out as a ragged gasp. "Did you just drop a double load on those sheets, Sael? I swear I heard the mattress protest..."
"I broke that pussy, didn't I?" I smirked, pulling her naked body against mine. Her legs were like jelly, utterly useless. When she tried to stand, they buckled instantly. I caught her, anchoring her weight. Her stomach was slightly, beautifully bloated from the massive load I'd deposited inside her. Her pussy was visibly puffy and red, swollen and slick, a well-loved and thoroughly claimed flower.
She leaned heavily into me, her head resting on my shoulder. "I cannot walk, mi toro," she whispered, a note of proud exhaustion in her voice. "You have ruined me… Thoroughly and completely…"
"I've got you," I murmured into her damp hair. I supported her, one arm around her back, the other under her knees, but she insisted on trying to walk, claiming pride demanded at least a stagger.
So, we moved, a slow, shuffling, intimately connected procession out of the bedroom and into the hallway, both of us still gloriously, unabashedly naked.
The rich, comforting aroma of brewing coffee and sizzling bacon hit us as we passed the kitchen doorway.
And there they were: Mom, and Grandma Nadia. They both stopped their morning preparations, spatulas paused mid-sizzle, and turned, a silent, judgmental tableau focused entirely on our stumbling, naked disaster.
Cathy's eyes, the same shade of blue as mine, swept over Vera's wobbly, cum-slicked inner thighs, the faint cum-induced bloat of her lower belly, and the satisfied, utterly fucked-dumb expression on her face. A slow, knowing smirk spread across my mother's lips.
Nadia, the matriarch, her arms crossed over her ample chest, simply raised a single, elegant silver eyebrow. "Well, look at the casualties of war," she boomed, her Russian accent thick with amusement. "Another morning, another conquest, yes?"
"Buenos días, Vera," Cathy said, her voice laced now with open, playful teasing. "Rough night? Or should I say… energetic morning? Did he finally run you ragged, hermana?"
Vera, though blushing a deep crimson, met her gaze head-on, a spark of proud defiance in her eyes. "The best morning, hermana," she replied, putting a slight emphasis on the familial term now rendered complicated and beautiful. "My Papi~ takes very good care of me. He deposits his investment deep inside, where it belongs."
Nadia chuckled, a low, throaty sound. "Is that what they are calling it? 'Care'?" she said.
"Looks more like he tried to break you in half. Khorosho. Good. A man who saves his seed for his own women is a good master. A powerful one…". Nadia chimmed.
"It's true, Mom," I interjected, adjusting Vera's weight as her knees threatened to buckle again. "She begged me not to stop…. And when a beautiful woman begs, I obey."
Vera elbowed me lightly in the ribs. "Liar… I was begging for you to hurry up and ruin me," she corrected, a defiant glint in her exhausted eyes. "There's a difference…".
I helped Vera the rest of the way to the bathroom and settled her into the filled bathtub. The warm water made her sigh, a long, drawn-out sound of pure relief.
"Thank you, Sael," she said, reaching up to stroke my cheek. "Now go. Let your mother and babushka tease you instead of me. They are just green with envy that they weren't the ones screaming before the sun rose."
I left her to soak and clean herself. Glancing at the clock on the wall, I saw it was just past 5 a.m. Good. Emily and Bella were still asleep. I walked back out into the hallway and towards the kitchen, still completely naked, my skin gleaming with a light sheen of sweat, my body still humming with residual energy. I felt large, spent, and utterly satisfied.
As I entered the kitchen, both Cathy and Nadia turned. Their confident teasing from moments ago evaporated. Seeing me in my full, unclothed state—remembering the power and passion that body possessed, and what it had just done to Vera—made them shy, even submissive. The air turned brittle with unspoken awareness of my dominance.
Cathy's eyes dropped instantly to my chest hair, before quickly darting away, a guilty blush creeping up her neck. Nadia, usually so unflappable, busied herself vigorously with a spatula, refusing to look directly at the counter where I stood.
"Sael, for heaven's sake," Cathy admonished, though her voice was soft and shaky, lacking any real command. "Put some clothes on. You look… very freshly used. What if the girls wake up?"
"It's just us," I said, my voice a low rumble of challenge. I leaned against the counter, making no move to cover myself. I watched them closely. They both stole repeated, furtive glances, their eyes drawn inexorably to the semi-hard, throbbing evidence of my wake-up call from Vera. It was impossible to look away from the sheer size and girth, still stained faintly with the moisture I'd carried from the bedroom.
They weren't truly angry; they were flustered, aroused, and deeply, viscerally jealous of the woman currently soaking down the hall.
"Well, you certainly look satisfied," Nadia muttered, finally giving in and letting her eyes linger for a beat too long on my hips. "Like a bull who has emptied himself completely. You need sustenance before you take your next victim."
I smiled, the predator in me enjoying their discomfort and submission. "That is the plan, Grandmother. That's why I came out here…. Now, who is making the coffee and the bacon? I need fuel for Round Two."