They parted and I covered her mouth, thrusting my tongue into her while I fucked my length into her pussy. Her cry muffled as she adjusted to take my hard cock. I reared back and thrust again, grunting when my balls slapped her pussy.
I broke the kiss long enough to allow her some air before I crushed her soft wet lips with a gentle kiss.
“You’ll take every last drop of my come, Lucia.Deep. Inside. Your. Womb,” I panted, snapping my hips back and forth with each word.
She surrounded me with her soft velvety muscles, gripping me each time I fucked her. I continued to punish her with brutal thrusts until I felt her soak my balls.
“You’ll feel it in your bones, in your blood. That you were made to carry what I give you,” I groaned, rising.
I gripped her breasts, wedged my knees on the bed and watched her pussy swallow me whole. The leg and thigh restraints were perfect for breeding. They spread her open for me and held her position.
My gaze travelled higher.
The smooth plane of her abdomen flexed as she exhaled, the muscles fluttering slightly beneath skin that looked too soft to be real. At the centre, a single perfect dip—her navel—like the deliberate punctuation of a master’s sculpture.
She was art. Breathing, trembling, defiant art.
And I was the man who would ruin her.
She squeezed my cock as she began to moan loud and sporadic. I drove upward until her eyes flew open and a silent scream left her mouth gaping. I hit that spot again until she bucked and gushed around my cock, clutching me before sucking me in deeper.
Lucia Hart came on my cock. Even as her body shuddered beneath me, I lost my rhythm. I began fucking her erratically as my need to come claimed me. She cried out with every sharp drive of my hips inside her, taking what I gave her while her hands tugged helplessly at the ties that bound them.
My balls tightened, and the air left my lungs as I came, deep and hard inside her. My movement faltered as I shot jet after jet of hot come into her.
“Lucia,” I sighed her name even as my cock jerked inside her.
I lay on top of her, enjoying the heat and sweat because it smelled of us. More importantly, to keep my cock stuffed insideher to hold as much of my seed inside her. All while the camera stood tall in the background, recording everything.
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I untied her wrists and removed the leg restraints, sliding them off as she groaned, stretching her limbs out. She stared up at me sleepily as I pulled out to gaze at the way my come dripped out of her pussy. I used two fingers to shove it back inside.
When she moved to get up, I grabbed her wrist.
“I need to use the bathroom,” she said, narrowing her eyes at me.
I paused for a moment and nodded before leading her to the bathroom. The lights automatically flickered on. She slammed the door in my face, but her pique only made me chuckle.
“Don't bother trying to wash me out. There's more to come.”
She muttered something, but the sound was too faint.
I glanced at my drying cock.
That was only her first load.
Which is why I let her sleep earlier because she wouldn't get much sleep tonight.
It wasn't long until the door opened. She had a towel wrapped around her.
“I’m going back to my room,” she said, tilting her chin up.
I lifted my tie and lazily swung it in circles.
“You can try or be a good girl and get back in bed,” I said, nodding at the camera. “Or do you want your colleagues to know you're fucking the boss?”
Her head snapped towards the camera set up on the tripod.
