"That’s it, good girl," she murmured, her free hand stroking my cheek almost tenderly even as she dominated . "Take every inch. Feel how hard you make ." Her cock throbbed against my tongue, the veins rubbing roughly as she pumped in and out, saliva dripping down my chin.
I tried to pull back, but her hold was ironclad, making bob my head under her control. The plushies shifted around us, a Snivy plush tumbling off the edge as the bed creaked.
"Mphmmm!" Tears flowed down my eyes as she held in place.
She groaned, the sound vibrating through her body into mine. "Fuck, your mouth is perfect. Deeper now—swallow around ." I choked, my throat convulsing around her thickness, but the command in her voice spurred on despite the burn.
Minutes stretched, her pace quickening until she finally pulled out with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting us. I gasped for air, chest heaving, my lips swollen and slick.
Before I could recover, Hellen shoved back down onto the duvet, her body covering mine like a predator claiming prey. Her mouth descended on my panda-thed bra, teeth grazing the lace before she ripped the cups down, exposing my breasts to the cool air.
Nipples hardened instantly, and she latched onto one, sucking hard. Her tongue swirled around the peak, teeth nipping sharply as she drew it deep into her mouth.
"Oh god, Hellen! P-please don’t... feels weird," I cried out, arching up involuntarily, my hands fisting the sheets amid the plushie ss. The suction sent jolts straight to my core, my pussy clenching with need even as I squird under her assault.
She switched to the other breast, lavishing it with the sa rough attention—sucking, licking, biting until I was moaning uncontrollably. "These tits are mine," she growled against my skin, her hand kneading the neglected one, pinching the nipple between her fingers.
"You have... them too... ahh..."
"Mine are just for show. Alphas’ breasts don’t activate. But ogas do. Look at you, Emily."
"I am not... ahhh... an oga!"
"So, fucking responsive. You love this, don’t you?" Her veiny dick pressed against my thigh, hot and insistent, saring precum on my skin.
"Y-yes," I admitted breathlessly, the word escaping before I could stop it. The pleasure-pain mix had writhing, my body betraying any resistance. "No! I don’t!"
"Don’t lie, sweetheart."
Satisfied, Hellen released my breast with a final suck, leaving it red and marked. She hooked her fingers into my panda panties, yanking them aside roughly—no ti for finesse. Her eyes locked on mine as she positioned her cock at my entrance, the thick head nudging my slick folds. "Beg for it, Emily. Tell you want to fuck you."
I shook my head weakly, but my hips bucked up anyway. "Please... Hellen, fuck ," I whispered, the plea tumbling out amid the haze of desire. I wanted to push her away, but couldn’t.
With a triumphant smirk, she thrust in hard, her big veiny dick stretching my pussy wide. I gasped at the fullness, walls clenching around her as she buried herself to the hilt in one brutal stroke.
The bed dipped deeper, plushies scattering further as she started pounding into , each slam of her hips driving her deeper.
"Tight little pussy," she grunted, her hands pinning my wrists above my head. "Taking my cock so well. Scream for ." Her pace was relentless, veins dragging along my inner walls, hitting that spot that made stars burst behind my eyes.
I cried out her na, legs wrapping around her waist, lost in the overwhelming sensation as she fucked harder, chasing her release while pushing toward mine.
Her thrusts grew more savage, each one slamming her thick, veiny cock deep into my pussy, the ridges of those pulsing veins scraping against my sensitive walls and sending shockwaves of pleasure-pain through .
I scread her na, my voice breaking as the bedfra rattled under us, the scattered plushies bouncing with every impact.
My legs trembled around her waist, toes curling into the duvet, but she didn’t let up—her grip on my wrists like steel, holding captive beneath her alpha bulk.
"That’s right, scream louder," Hellen snarled, her breath hot against my neck as she leaned down, nipping at my earlobe. "Let the whole damn world know how much you love my dick wrecking you."
She angled her hips just right, grinding the head of her shaft against that sweet spot inside , making my vision blur with building ecstasy.
My juices slicked us both, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing in the plushie-strewn room, mixing with my desperate moans.
I bucked up to et her, hating how my body craved the invasion, the stretch that bordered on too much. "Hellen... it’s too deep—ah!" My protest dissolved into a gasp as she drove in harder, her balls slapping against my ass with punishing force.
The pressure coiled tighter in my core, threatening to shatter , but she sensed it and slowed just enough to draw it out, teasing with shallow rolls of her hips.
"Not yet, Emily. You don’t cum until I say." Her voice was a rough command; eyes locked on mine with that predatory gleam. She released my wrists only to grab my thighs, hoisting my legs over her shoulders, folding nearly in half.
"Ahhh... nghh... Hellen... please..."
"Please what?"
"Fuck faster..."
The new angle let her plunge even deeper, her cock hitting places that made sob with overwheld need. "Fuck, you’re gripping so tight. Milking my dick like a good little slut."
"Please... I can’t—" I whimpered, hands flying to her shoulders, nails digging into her skin as she rampaged inside . The friction built unbearably, my clit throbbing untouched, every nerve alight.
She laughed low, a dark sound that vibrated through her chest into mine, and then she was pounding again, relentless, chasing her own peak while dragging along the edge.
Sweat slicked our bodies, her shirt clinging to her curves as she fucked into the mattress.
The Snivy plush stared accusingly from the headboard, but I couldn’t care—lost in the haze of her dominance.
Suddenly, she pulled out with a slick pop, leaving clenching around nothing, a whine escaping my lips at the emptiness.
"On your knees. Now." Her order cracked like a whip, hand fisting my hair to haul up before I could protest.
She positioned on all fours amid the rumpled sheets and toppled Pokémon, her veiny dick bobbing heavy and glistening with my arousal right in front of my face. It looked even bigger up close, slick and angry-red, veins throbbing with her heartbeat.
"Hellen, wait—I just..." My words faltered as she shoved my head down, the head of her cock saring across my lips. "Suck it clean. Taste yourself on ."
The salty tang of my pussy mixed with her precum as she forced past my teeth, stretching my mouth wide again. I gagged as she hit my throat, but she didn’t relent, bucking her hips to fuck my face with short, brutal thrusts.
Tears stread down my cheeks, but I hollowed my cheeks and sucked, tongue swirling around the underside, tracing those prominent veins.
"Mmm, yeah—just like that," she groaned, her free hand reaching under to pinch my nipple, twisting it sharply. "Swallow deeper. Show how much you want my cum down your throat."
I choked around her thickness, saliva dripping onto the duvet, but the command in her tone had obeying, relaxing my throat to take more. She praised with grunts, her pace quickening until her cock twitched wildly.
"Fuck, Emily—gonna fill that pretty mouth. Don’t spill a drop."
With a final, deep shove, she erupted, hot spurts of cum flooding my tongue, coating my throat as I swallowed frantically. She held there until she softened slightly, then pulled out, saring the last dribbles across my lips.
I collapsed forward, panting, body still humming from the denied orgasm, but she wasn’t done—her hand already guiding her reviving dick back toward my soaked entrance.
"Round two, baby. I’m just getting started." Her smirk promised more, and despite the ache, my pussy clenched in anticipation.
Suddenly the world fractured like cheap glass—Hellen’s touch... and her dick blurring to mist, the bedroom dissolving in swirling haze—and I jolted awake alone in my bed, heart jackhamring, sheets tangled sweaty around my legs.
The alarm blared shrill from the nightstand, red digits flashing 9:00 AM—Pikachu onesie still zipped modest over my pounding chest, panda bra and panties untouched beneath.
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