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Sorry for the wait x_x
Remember again that this particular story is SUPER heavy on intimate content esp this chapter which honestly turned into total a smut fest for reasons *gulps nervously* So if that kinda thing isn't your cup of tea, PLEASE don't read it. I have other stories that aren't so … raunchy but Proposal is meant to be more "kinky/dark" to suit its genre so just a heads up there again!
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Disclaimer: Totally Spies doesn't belong to me. Easy way to tell? Tim Scam doesn't appear in every single episode as he would if it were mine. Oh and he'd be Sam's husband. Not just boyfriend: HUSBAND. xD
Eyes peeled wide and hands pressed hard against the glass of the side window, the onlooker looked on in disbelief at what was unfolding right before them. This could not be happening! It just couldn't be happening, they told themselves trying to shoo away all the confusion and hurt.
But the more they witnessed, the more it became difficult to see this as anything other than what it was.
Betrayal.
Possessed and hypnotized by the wantonness that had infected her every pore in such a way that she could not be saved with medicine or prayer, unable to bear it anymore Sam sealed her eyes shut. And with an anguished grumble of defeat her hands flew up grabbing the sides of her tormentor's face, pushing herself forward as she pulled Scam to her by his cheekbones and brutally crushed her mouth against his.
Was this really happening? Scam asked himself as he felt her press her curvaceous body into his with urgency while her arms soon formed a circle around the nape of his neck impatiently tugging him to her while her mouth remained hot on his.
Oh sweet, sweet surrender … had they arrived at last?
Not even waiting to let that thought sink in he wasted no time in gathering her up. The hands that had been pressed to her sides waiting, patient soon sprung to action, closing around her like the mandibles of a shark to mercilessly ravage her every inch, like a Venus flytrap to feast upon her until it got its fill, poised to eat her alive.
She moaned into his mouth as he growled into hers, and the itch she felt rooted in her being became more and more unbearable with every second they were fused together with just their arms and lips. She needed much more, so much more of him to quench her thirst.
Her lips still entangled with Scam's she began pushing him with her body aggressively, headbutting him, letting out a frustrated sound and stepping on his feet as punishment soon after when he wouldn't move and go where she wanted and needed him to.
Her bed.
Finally she felt him get the message as his fingers snaked down her body, his palms roaming the sides of her bare ribcage, her waist, her hips, his hands burning a trail along her naked flesh before settling themselves on her butt.
Squeezing there he groped her tight, his fingertips digging into her buttocks, his nails leaving small tears into the flimsy lace covering them as he got a good grip on her.
And with a throaty groan of pure lust from the abyss of his lungs he lifted her up. In one swift arc of motion she became weightless, her feet left the floor and she was swept upwards into Scam's unrelenting embrace.
Her torso colliding against his with force, her soft breasts flattening out against his manly body, her nipples soon perked up in stimulation from grazing against his robust, iron chest.
"Mmm…" Sam moaned and clasped her legs around Scam to secure herself while he carried her. Knotting her ankles together just below his waist she used the muscles in her thighs, subconsciously tapping into her spy training to hang onto him while her arms constricted around his broad shoulders like a boa constrictor.
Now plastered against him like his own skin she could feel it, every ab, each muscle in his well built, powerful form encompassing her much tinier body. She felt so small compared to him, almost like a kid because he was so extraordinarily massive yet at the same time she was never more aware of her adulthood, of being a woman than she was in this moment.
She felt hot, so inconceivably and deliriously feverish in his hold. It was like her entire body was set ablaze, itself made of flames. Like she could spontaneously combust. She could feel the ignition, orange, blue, and yellow scorching her flesh and charring her to a crisp as perspiration shot out of her every pore like a showerhead set on full blast.
Thunder roared outside her bedroom windows and her heart thundered in time with it as they reached their unsaid destination with his tongue now halfway inside her mouth and hers making its home in his.
Falling back on the foam mattress Scam helped settle her in his lap. His hands moved and traced the backs of her lean, sweat-coated thighs and sculpted calves down then up, then up and down leaving her to fan her eyelashes and curl her fingers into the back of his head, fisting his cropped chestnut hair as she relished the touch of his hands so masculine and weathered unthinkingly ribbing her simply with their foreignness and unfamiliarity.
He reached for her knees and pulled them hard against his hips alongside the disarrayed, disheveled bed sheets, locking her in place before his hands lost themselves in her lustrous, glossy crimson locks letting them tangle around his fingers like broken spider webs as he began pushing her hair to one side to touch her back.
Within seconds the chain wrapped around her torso was snapped and littered aside. It landed with a muted clink on the carpeted floor just as purple thunder crackled raucously across the sky and rain began to pour from the overcast clouds above down onto the dehydrated pavements and parched grass at last relieving their droughts.
Scam's hands moved next to the sleek, leather ties of her corset and fiddled with them. Expertly undoing the binding, the first digit of his index finger slipped against the underside of the topmost loop and loosened it then dragged downward doing the same to each onyx crisscross of silk laid against her spine bit by bit stripping her sultry body from the unwanted prison of her clothes.
He was interrupted midway by Sam's hands as she suddenly reached behind her back and placed them on top of his. For a short moment he wondered if she was going to try and stop him but he was left exhilarated and excited even more when he felt her fingers plucking at his, nearly scratching at them with her long nails as she aided him in loosening the garment from around her midsection, their fingers now hastily moving together with the beat of one to half undo, half tear off all she wore.
The ties now released their hands moved on to her bra and they unhooked it together a clasp at a time, their lips mimicking the activity of their fingers and pecking ferociously at one others for each one until it came undone and hung loose.
Sam shuddered in rapturous bliss when Scam's palms, searing with hotness planted themselves on her bare back and began tracing the arches there in lingering circles, massaging their way down and kneading her velvety flesh like dough as he felt up the bones hidden beneath her delicate, dainty frame.
Thee way she felt, so gossamery and sinuous, as impossible as it was it notched up his arousal even higher, to near implausible and death defying degrees.
Wrapping his hands around the base of her slim waist he used his hold to drag her back a little breaking their prolonged kiss in the process. Their lips detached with a tumultuous smacking sound, their tongues coated in each other's saliva and tingled already sore and swollen from the frenetic assault of the others.
His smouldering gaze flickered up to find her staring down at him fixedly, her eyes lidded three-quarters of the way and teeming with a cavernous blackness, as if the soot from the fire roaring inside him was reflected in them as she clutched his shoulders firmly, the tips of her navy manicured nails pricking little "U" shaped oval dents into them.
There was so much zeal, such animated excitement in those eyes that were normally so pure and tranquil. It was as if the Samantha from all his wet dreams had materialized outside of his head somehow willing and keen for him to make those imaginations into actual realities with her.
Something further proven when she began lazily and seductively moving her chest around letting gravity do its job and allowing her bra to drift away. And with every second her ample cleavage flaunted itself more and more before the half-moons of her breasts were revealed making his mouth overflow with drool until finally-
A tempest raged in his sea-coloured eyes and they widened in awe while his breath caught in his throat with an audible hitch like a shipwreck collision when he saw them, at long last in all their glory: Sam's breasts. So bodacious, succulent, pert, and firm bouncing right in his face. They put all his fantasies about them to shame and he'd had some fantasies about what they were actually like.
Yes he'd shamelessly imagined their shape and size, their fullness every instance that she'd stepped before him with them covered in that gaudy green spandex which while giving him a loose idea just wasn't tight enough for his needs. He'd yearned to stop the guesswork and just touch them. To wager his ego and risk getting backhanded in the face by her and lose a tooth or two and just give them a squeeze but unfortunately she'd never gotten close enough for him to do so, something he'd always secretly both hated and commended her for, for being so cautious and aware around any and all male criminals with her foxy, little body.
And now here they were, all his, all his to savour. Licking his lips in a famished manner he began to rock her from side to side and back and forth on top of him, his raven gaze glued to them as he watched them jiggle just for him in a hypnotic and sensual dance that absolutely mesmerized him and imprisoned all his attention. He couldn't even find it in himself to blink as he stared at them endlessly.
Nothing, nothing in this world compared to this divine sight. Absolutely. Fucking. Nothing.
Scam was so thoroughly caught up in the paradisaical exhibition she was giving him that he almost gasped when he was shoved back by none other than the woman gyrating in his lap.
When he fell back on the bed's linen covers with a soft thud, Sam pulled the straps of her brassiere down her arms and discarded it to the floor. Then she whipped her head back and flipped her long waves majestically, fanning them out like a peacock would its colourful feathers before beginning its courtship ritual and rendered him utterly tongue-tied when she arced her back, pushed out her butt and started listlessly crawling up against his body like a kitty cat.
She had such an uncouth, stormy look in her eclipsed orbs as she moved on her hands and knees. They were trained on him like a emaciated lioness about to pounce on a slab of fresh, raw meat as she rubbed her half undressed self against his own, grinding into him while faint purring sounds of contentment left her mouth conveying that she was undoubtedly enjoying this friction of their bodies more than words.
Sensing his erection tipping over the perimeter as she played with his now rigid physique, Scam couldn't help but reflect in the back of his mind how downright entertaining this was, how no one would ever, never in a million years believe that itty bitty, cute little Sammie could be this damn provocative. No one that was, except him the lucky recipient of her surprise seduction routine this night.
Because he wasn't blind like the others were. No, he'd always seen her potential. The observant, attentive stalker that he was, he'd long noticed what others clearly missed. The things she did in secret.
That she liked to clamp handcuffs down extra harsh on a villain's forearms when making an arrest. The way she always threw punches that left bruises, blue, and purple, and brown for days upon her opponent's skin. How she'd kick in a way that would make bones rattle and muscles pull themselves.
Pleased, he grinned at the information, the exclusive intel that he'd collected on agent Simpson throughout various rendezvous and the resulting logical conclusion he'd drawn from it: Hot bloodedness on the battlefield approximated to feistiness in the bedroom.
So while some might accuse him of trying to turn her into something that she wasn't, he knew that was bullshit. He didn't change her. No, he awakened her, stimulated her, breathed life into her lifelessness. The real her, the one she kept hush-hush and liked to pretend didn't exist. The one that didn't emerge because no one else dared to lure her out, because no one even knew how.
The idiots that surrounded her, not one, none treated her like a woman. No one appreciated her femininity as they should, as deep down she so yearned to have noticed like other women. To have her primeval needs tended to and satisfied as she deserved.
Only he saw her unfed appetite and her subsequent, parallel incompleteness. And instead of being scared away by it as she was so terrified of scaring others which was why she locked this raw vulgar Samantha inside herself, wrapped in one thousand iron chains from head to toe and buried like a corpse under the polished gravestone of her good girl act, he embraced it. He loved it. God he loved it so very much.
His jaw tensed and strummed as he struggled with himself not to pop right then and there with her titillating movements as she skillfully rode him like the saddle of a stallion. And as he enjoyed himself, he could only think that if she wasn't consciously trying to seduce him then she must be a born natural at this.
Delighted at that revelation he became even more bewitched by the woman he'd chosen to make his own. He almost wanted to hug himself, give himself an award, shower himself with endless praise for choosing her above all else as his fated lover, his future Mrs Scam.
For how much better of a bedmate would she be after some experience? After some lessons, discipline, a little practice with a seduction aficionado such as himself?
Oh he could hardly wait to teach her how to play the game of Eros. To take an unprofaned saint like herself under his onyx wings and desecrate until her white feathers became as black as his. School her, mentor her, take her by the hand and show her just where to touch him and let him touch her to experience the truest ecstasy that two mortals could achieve on this Earth. Enlighten her that there were other far more licentious reasons for her to get down on her hands and knees other than for devotion.
As smart as she was, diligent to always learn, undoubtedly she'd be good student. A star pupil. Definitely and for sure if she was already making him lose his senses without any training. She reminded him so much of a female sex fiend, a genuine succubus right now. He could actually feel the force, smell the scent, taste the flavour of her sexual energy. All of her libido. It was so potent that it was making the atmosphere warped and thick. The whole room sweltered with humidity as though he were laying with her amidst a tropical rain forest instead of on her bed in the confines of her bedroom.
And this confirmed to him what he'd always believed; that it was always the shy ones that had the most pent-up lust because they didn't have an outlet for it like the others did. The timid ones just like her.
And he knew that if she'd ever materialized unannounced some nightfall in his bed demanding that he fuck her, he'd gladly let her leech all his energy and pump him dry just for the chance.
Smirking widely at that thought Scam leaned himself upwards on his elbows in a sit-up stance and brought his face to where hers was hovering nearby, missing the pink sugar of her lips and they kissed again.
This kiss was deep from its birth and almost instantly her tongue was dancing Kizomba with his, weaving and swiveling and feuding for the dominance that he'd never permit her.
Straining from the effort to win control, soon her face flushed as scarlet as her hair which cascaded down onto him like a waterfall and blanketed him in its endless, lush depths. He could detect the heatwaves emanating from her now palpably as she groaned low in her larynx so sexily while simultaneously wiggling and straddling herself atop him as they made out intensely.
Like she was part of the sun herself, literally a piece chipped off of it and molded into the shape of a voluptuous woman. The reincarnation of the Norse deity Sol or Ankhiale, the Titan goddess of the enkindling light of fire.
Only when her head was about to rupture from lack of oxygen did she break away from his sapid lips. A long string of their combined spit dribbled down from the orifice of her mouth and her eyes followed it as it landed below on Scam's buff shoulder.
For a moment she just sat there staring at it as it sparkled under the rays of the moon against his olive skin before she became fascinated by the virile chest she sat on. He was always strong, that much she knew from fighting him in the past but she'd never had the chance to really consider him like a specimen before.
Looking at him up close like this he really was like a living statue, an indefectible marble sculpture like those she'd seen in her classical art books. Like Phidias' own Zeus come alive.
Reaching out she ran her hands down his muscled arms, feeling up his defined biceps and triceps before walking around his toned torso prancing on and around the plateaus and valleys that rippled there. His skin was shockingly warm and smooth nothing like she'd expected it to be based on his minus zero, frigid personality.
Part of her had honestly thought that he'd be like an iceberg, a glacier that would cause extreme third-degree frostbite if foolishly dared to make contact with unprotected. Or that he'd feel like the bevelled edge of the sharpest sword, the Masamune Katana if it took on an anthropomorphic form. That it would literally hurt and make her bleed to touch him.
But the more she did, the more she realized she'd been incorrect. In the back of her memory she noted the dim shudder that buzzed under his broiling skin when she nimbly circulated the pads of her thumbs on the dark nubs on his pectorals in the course of her expedition of his body.
It sprung from him in so much of a servile and submissive demeanour while his eyelids idly drooped close over his malachite vision in relaxation to her caresses, only emphasizing that he wasn't truly as unfeeling, as numb as he always projected he was.
And the way he truly felt under the inquisitive brush of her fingers; smooth and pleasant … it made her want to keep going everlastingly and touch him forever.
For Scam this innocent exploration of his body of hers was such a marvellous treat. To feel her touch this freely when he'd so longed for it in the past. The only time he'd ever got to experience it before was strictly when she was slapping handcuffs on his wrists.
She had no idea did she? None whatsoever in that pretty little head of hers that he purposely fussed more when it was her cuffing him to make it last longer just so he could her cherish her hands being on his while always thinking of the irony of it, her of all people putting him in shackles because it was so unnecessary.
Because he was already a powerless, mindless slave to his maddening attraction for her. Bound to her with his desideration like a lock that had no key.
A restless groan was drawn from his mouth and he flashed into absolute stone, going rocklike as a gargoyle when Sam started to progress from merely touching him to actually licking and tasting him.
She lowered to him once more and her open mouth attached itself to his square jaw slightly sucking a steamy route along it, her damp tongue scampering out and dipping into the cleft in his chin before moving southwards downhill the expansive pathway of his neck, suckling at his Adam's apple like a lollipop and attentively sketching the concaves found there as if memorizing them and suctioning his musk to her taste buds.
"Mmmm … he tastes yummy. Salty with just the right hint of spiciness," she distractedly thought to herself consumed by the newness of doing something she never had before to anyone.
And she decided that he tasted good, real good and that observation left her lapping at him more and more soon openly dining on his flesh like she'd discovered she was cannibal after accidentally sampling human flesh and now she just couldn't get enough.
Her eyelids flickered like poorly wired, faulty electric lights during a bad storm and her breathing was course, ragged and uneven as her mouth remained full to the brim with the zest of him as she kept roving it all over him, to every square inch, every millimetre until she ran out of unclad skin to munch on when her lips reached the band of his pants.
Mewling in complaint against his pelvis, not really thinking just living in the moment for once in her life, she found then undid the stud button before hooking her middle fingertip around the zipper of his jeans and yanking it down revealing the blackness of his boxers to her eyes.
And her mouth watered at the image of the enormous bulge that was barely kept lid on under the modal fabric of them.
Her eyes colouring into a pitcher Cimmerian, she became infatuated at the sight of it; abundant, healthy and strikingly bountiful and found herself overcome with an insatiable impulse to discover also what it would feel like sitting in the crux of her hands, his manhood, that which ultimately made him the man that he was.
A strangled gasp finally shot out of Scam and he violently jerked under her just as though he'd been stabbed right in his trigeminal nerve with a rusty nail when he felt her start to fondle it, innocently play with his pulsating member like a toddler would some squishy toy for entertainment. Treating it with such carelessness that it outraged him.
Did she even know what she was doing to him right now; he thought as he convulsed beneath her, swearing at himself inside his head as he tried to keep some restraint on himself and not relinquish it all up to her.
Her head was positioned right there so close he could feel her breaths fleeting over his unclothed stomach making his abs contract tightly as she squeezed away scandalously giving him an actual hand job.
Triggered, disturbed, and enlivened even more by her sudden forwardness with him, all he could think of was enacting yet another fancy he'd long held for her.
Of ripping down his boxers, grabbing the crown of her head with both his hands, pushing her open mouth down onto the hard on she was toying with thoughtlessly and take revenge by forcing her relieve it with the passage of her throat.
The thought of her tongue, of her lips touching him there, her mouth which was usually crammed to the limit with insults towards him being instead glutted with him and giving him satisfaction instead of snark along with the imagination of hearing the sounds of her muffled moans, the vibrations of them thrumming around his manhood was too much for him to take in silence.
Gods he needed more of her than she was stingily giving him.
More.
More.
More.
At once he leapt up with a blustery roar, one that was as primal as caveman's battle cry after being poked in an ancient unhealing lesion and sent her sprawling backwards.
He peeled off his pants, cursing under his breath over the slight battle as the denim was now stuck to him with his shed sweat before dropping it off the side of the bed in a bunched up heap, landing atop the articles of her clothing already strewn there.
Then he seized her with aggression making her gasp at this unseen turn of events. But she'd had her fun and now it was his turn to have his.
Flipping them over he threw her down under him with enough force to shake the entire bed and nearly crack the frame. Mounting himself on top of her he tacked her down and began to roll his hips against hers and dry hump her for revenge.
Sam's eyes bulged as her mouth popped agape in reception and low groans of "ahh" and "ooh" spilled out from it messily. She could feel his dick now more than ever before, as it pulsed flush against her from behind the veil of just his shorts as he dug himself into her heavily.
It twitched and writhed as if it had a life of its very own demanding attention towards its wants as it wriggled against the one place on her own body that could satiate it, while that place quivered in feedback to him ambushing it like a battering ram to a timbered gate weakly becoming more unfurled and accepting of its coming fate with each ruthless, penetrating hit that followed.
Pulling back her face with the scruff of her hair, he split his mouth baring his teeth like a Cobra would its fangs and savagely bit down into the hollow of her slender neck breaking her skin and making her gargle out a startled yelp.
"Aaaaah!"
He ignored it taking zero mercy on her as he sank his teeth into her again and again like the predator he was, a hungry lion who'd cornered a slain antelope after a lengthy chase and was going to enjoy every single morsel until he was full, forcing her to twist her fingers into the bedding beneath her and tear the sheets as a channel for this mind numbing torture.
Her harsh pulling and tugging soon ripped them off the bed halfway and left her distressedly boring holes into the mattress itself for release.
"Ah-Aaah!" She yelled out loud in euphoric plight again and again as he tormented her with her vulnerabilities just like the master torturer that he was.
To his ears, her screams were an invitation. An enticement. An overt mating call in the peak of breeding season. God how he wanted her. He just … wanted her.
"Dammit Samantha…" Scam grunted huskily, still pounding and chewing into her, his voice rough and dangerous like a jagged cut of molten glass that had broken under the pressure of its kiln with his teeth now drawling the lines of an abstract painting of his own design into the delicate, pale skin of her limber throat while he pulled the roots of her hair harder in his burly fingers till it ached her skull then started to kiss her recklessly every which way on each last fleck of her skin.
Her forehead, over her eyelids, cheeks, the helixes and lobes of her ears, jaw, the contours of her neck, her shoulders, in erratic, hectic zigzags all around her naked, heaving chest, on her stomach in a circle around her bellybutton, down her thighs, legs, the soles of her feet, and her toes.
Sam's eyelids trembled and her breath sprang from her mouth in hushed, ghostly fizzles with each contact of his blazing lips as they pressed down against her flesh leaving wet footprints in their wake. His mouth felt like the purest miasma, like undiluted combustion as it incinerated her whole body with its blistering caress.
"I want you sooo bad," he snarled like a feral beast as he kissed her over and over again like a deranged madman, pausing to lick the roadmap left by his kisses and drinking the essence of her scent mixed with her honey glazed sweat before wandering back up to her lips. He feasted on her lower lip with vigour then the upper one before reclaiming her red rose lips with his once more.
Slipping his tongue back inside her mouth all along the panels on the insides of her cheeks he pressed her back down hard into the bed squashing her with the complete weight of his body, letting himself physically weigh on her the way she always weighed on his mind as he resumed kissing her again, then again, and again.
Each kiss was more frantic and forceful than the last and soon all the moisture of her once lavish lips was evaporated dry, as if they'd been put through a vacuum chamber leaving them ridged and chapped but they were still luscious to him, so tasty that they escaped description in any known language.
He was addicted to them. To her. Her lips were a gateway drug and her body the unadulterated heroin that kept him coming back for more despite the self harm it caused him.
Scam broke from them just long enough to remoisten them with his tongue the best he could before kissing them again in a hardcore, endless cycle. He slammed his mouth into hers over and over and over again stealing away her breath just as she'd stolen every bit of his sanity. His mouth actually hurt at this point, his jaw stinging from kissing her so often so close together yet he still he sought her puffy, trembling lips over and over again in the darkness unable to resist her, to have even a modicum of control against his own temptress, his closet vixen.
Empires had fallen into nothingness because of women and she had certainly plundered him. Like the fall of Troy, she was Helen. She was. And she'd brought his city to destruction and decrepitude, dismantled to ruins and ashes. Like a termite manifesting she'd depleted him from the inside out leaving nothing but a thin veneer of the man he once used to be behind.
Useless, spent, and tattered, he thought enraged. How much chaos could he be causing right now? A man of his talents, he could be ruling the world yet all he could think of was her. Her, only her and his all overriding craving for her. She had taken over his mind, his absolute, entire self like some deadly sickness with no cure, the Black Plague. How had she done this to him?!
"You witch…" Scam gnarled at her in between the barrage of his boundless kisses, disgusted with himself for permitting her the chokehold she had on him. Like an unbreakable enchanted leash that could not be removed despite how desperately the creature on it fought for its freedom.
"You little bitch!" He spat, his voice embroiled and acrid like bubbling acid. How had she put him in this situation? In a place he had never thought he'd ever be? How?! What was her secret? He loathed her for doing to him and he wanted her to pay, pay for taking him over like some parasite. A curse.
His hands grappled her form roughly pawing at her like a rabid dog, touching each and every area as if conveying to her just how much he coveted her. How greatly he wanted to make every fragment of her his own exclusive premises. His property.
"I want you so fucking much…" Scam howled out, his voice spasming and his tone which was usually sarcastic and brute was so acute in this moment that it scalded her hearing as if it were lava from an erupted volcano being poured directly into her canals.
"I need you so goddamn bad!"
It seemed like he was being compelled to admit what he'd just said after suffering rounds and rounds of agonizing interrogation. Like a confession. Confidential and top secret information that he didn't want to give up at any cost. So raw, so pained, as though he was really dying for her. As if he just had to have her, needed to or else he simply would not survive.
Her heart was all the way up in her throat now, her pulse hammering all over her body like the seconds ticking by on a time bomb taking her closer and closer towards explosion.
Laying there cradled under Scam's brawny body, she felt wholly engrossed by him. With his headstrong ministrations and masculine sibilations, drones, and groans of sexual libidinousness like the mystifying incantations of a Tantric rite recited to totally subjugate and subdue the target of it, she was unable to concentrate on anything but him.
And she'd never known that one person alone could be capable of so much … passion. So much so that she couldn't even breathe amid the momentum of it.
It was like suffocating in the oblivion of outer space, or being tossed to the bottom of the ocean without any breathing apparatus whatsoever, both of which she had endured in the past and had been nightmarish experiences. But this? God, this asphyxiation somehow felt sooo good.
She flit her eyelids light-headed, empty minded as she remained in a trance, a mirage built of lucid titillation as her sweaty palms painted ovals against his sinewy shoulder blades and her nails pierced the flesh found there latently latching him onto her even more and keeping him with her.
He felt so good.
Scam relinquished his possession of her mouth at long last letting her raggedly refill her depleted lungs. But her moment of unrestricted air flow was short lived as he quickly headed down to her chest and started ravishing her vulnerable breasts leaving her screaming anew.
His mouth streamed fire over them like a dragon exhaling open flames and she felt them prickle, the countless beads of sweat lacing them responding to his igneous breath by turning chilly against her skin like broken icicles making her bristle all over.
She shivered when he picked them up in his large hands and eyed them in the duskiness with such transparent hungriness on his face, the likes of which despite seeing him turned on by now enough times to lose track, still didn't quite compare to the look he was giving her just now.
As if he could just swallow her whole like a crocodile. Pass her right through his digestive tract. Just eat her bite by bite and drink her sip by sip until there was nothing left behind and she was used up by him in every possible way. A look of unequivocal, unquestionable carnivorousness.
Cupping the ample sacks of supple flesh that hung from her chest in his palms Scam began roughly twisting them up and down, turning them over inside themselves, groping in every which direction being rough then tauntingly soft then rougher than ever with them while listening to her chorus of staggering gasps as he tugged and pinched her nipples between the tips of his thumb and middle fingers milking them like udders.
They were so well developed, so voluptuous, so perfectly full and bursting at the seams with nectar just as ripened melons. They made him feel ravenous for them. A tidal wave of malnourishment as if he hadn't dined in decades engulfed him as he revelled in her breasts.
Panting turbulently, in her state of hyper awareness, Sam could feel every line in his fingers and hands, every crease, every crimp as he smooshed her bust between them mercilessly, wringing it absolutely dry like a wet sponge.
And if that affliction wasn't enough for her breasts to suffer, her eyes started rotating in her sockets like clothes on a spin cycle in a washing machine at the fastest setting when he began to use one of his favourite and critical weapons against her on them as well. His mouth.
"Oooh-Ahhhhh!" She wailed as she felt him licking the softness of her bosom in long streaks that cauterized, his serpent tongue swerving and steering to her semi-hardened nipples and coiling around her small buds methodically and repeatedly until the mounds perked up all the way into firm knobs resembling chocolate marbles.
Then he applied pressure with his lips being thorough and taking the time and when he was done they looked stiff enough to cut glass while she herself melted more and more beneath him, turning soggy like an ice cream cone dropped onto the sidewalk on the hottest day of summer and left behind to liquefy into mush.
He began to suckle on them sedulously pausing only to part his teeth from time to time and scrape at them. It hurt a little and she sighed at the pain yet simultaneously cooed at the unbelievable nirvana that came with the process of him flossing the pigmented dermis of her aureoles between them.
There would be marks there in the morning, barefaced souvenirs left behind from these hours of his passion upon her flesh.
The bed now shook like an earthquake, her head and her room twirling with it as she threw herself around on it under him as if being electrocuted by 600 entire volts. Shock waves of gratification elapsed through her every vesicle. He was a tornado ripping through her, a hurricane, a maelstrom running amuck as his head bobbed up and down in continuous rhythm snatching her now tender nipples in the hub of his mouth whenever they escaped from it and sucking them until they reddened raw.
His tongue, his mouth lapped at every spot on her chest sparring none, straying to torment the valley between her breasts by licking rectangles, squares, circles and rhombuses there on the creamy uncovered skin slickening it in preparation and then promptly biting down hard along its path, over and over like an ink gun injecting a tattoo until a line of ruby markings appeared there all the way from her collarbone to the end of her sternum, leaving yet another unique signature of his on her to bear as a brand before dashing back to her breasts never able to get his fill of their saccharin.
He honestly could and would gladly lay there and suck on them and do nothing else. Just do nothing more till his life left his body.
"Mmmm… Ooooh… Ahhhhhh…"
Scam's lips couldn't keep from smirking arrogantly around her breast at the erotic noises she was making at his manoeuvres. Where were her incessant "noes", her desperate screeches for him to stop touching her? Her crying rape? Pleas for help? Struggles to get away from him? The determination to make him let her go? Where the hell was the reputable super spy that she was?
Nowhere to be found. NO WHERE. And he knew why. She couldn't lie to him. No, not anymore. Not when every teensy part of her was begging him for more like some horny, little slut. An undisputed hussy. A cheap, two dollar hooker.
She was so in bliss and her signs of further submission, of her surrender pleased him beyond words. How if he stopped sucking on her for even a second she made a tantrum of protest and wrenched at his hair as sanction demandingly wanting him to start up again, silently commanding him to keep his head right where it was. To not stop, never stop, as she pushed her chest up a little each time to fully insert her breast into his open mouth, making sure it latched onto it entirely and didn't let go.
She clearly was having the time of her life with him and he was more than happy to give her more now that she'd at last stopped playing her childish and annoying rejection games with him.
Finished feasting on the entrée of her breasts some moments after he moved down the banquet table of her body, still starved and eager for more. His tongue licked the lines of her abs like a wet paintbrush and swept down past her stomach, his febrile breath whistling a tune down her navel and then her pelvis until it stopped at the pliant band of the black panties that rode low on her shapely hips.
Peering at them, lust-ridden, his eyes turned hazier than their mesh at what he knew hid just under and he began to wonder if she'd let him inside. For real this time. He felt encouraged, risqué and emboldened by everything that she'd let him do to her and done to him in return tonight. And after the taste that he'd already gotten of her earlier, the recollection of which would now never leave his tongue or brain, he wasn't ashamed to admit to himself that he was greedy for more.
He wanted more. He needed more. Needed it now. And now that'd she'd finally put on her on big girl pants … he was free to take them off.
His tongue darted out of his mouth again and ran against where the elastic of her underwear met her flesh just underneath her bellybutton, dipping and swirling into it for a long second making her squirm when he tickled her there before moving again and fully charting the edges of the triangle of skimpy cloth over her crotch.
He moved down the inside joints of her thighs starting with the left one then slithering onto the right one and leaving a cool wash across her skin all the while sneakily creaking her legs ajar to ready her for what was coming up next.
Holding down her knees to keep her in place he moved and now ran the moist tip of his wet tongue in a beeline down the front of her panties right across her spread slit.
Immediately she stirred and moaned and he felt her body curve in a serpentine way as her back arched into a perfect 180. Like she was wearing one those feline cat suits, but she wasn't. This was all her, all Sam and her body's instinctive reaction to him pleasuring her.
Scam paused there for a moment just looking down on her, giving her one last chance to hinder him, resist him, to tell him to stop, to do something, anything to show a lack of consent but it never happened. She just lay there looking roused, her thin eyebrows furrowed over closed eyelids as if soundlessly asking him why he'd suddenly stopped, her mouth parted in the same frozen question egging him on and taking him to the apex of no return.
There was no turning back now. Tonight was the night. Their night of union.
Taking hold of her kneecaps he directed them upwards then slowly spread them apart. Then he took a deep breath in trying to leash his racing heartbeat that shook inside his chest with its excited frenzy, reached forward grasping the scanty cloth of the thong she wore and stealthily plucked it aside … to reveal her vagina.
His heartbeat shot past 200, experiencing tachycardia the second he got a peek of it in all its disrobed exquisiteness.
And in response a rumble of animalistic hunger left him in such a way that it echoed throughout her room and left her swiftly rescuing her legs out of the firm grip of his hands and pulling them back together with haste to hide it from him.
Seemingly shy, professedly coy but not opposing what he wanted to do to her as she failed once more to put up any fight against him when he coaxed them open again just a moment later. They just fell open to him with a weak wobble, limply, defeatedly and welcomingly as if saying to him wordlessly, but he filled in her silence with her voice inside his head which begged and urged him forward. Pleaded with him hoarsely overcome with inescapable desire.
"Please do whatever you please to me. Touch me in any way you want to. Please just … touch me. Touch me Tim. Just … touch me."
And he did her unspoken bidding, giving her just what she wanted, what they both wanted now more than ever.
Lifting the thin veil of lace he exposed her again. When he looked at her womanhood, his heart nearly stopped dead right then and there. He'd seen many a women living the crooked, shady life that he lead but in all his years never once one like her. She was … perfect. And the condescending, difficult to impress son of a bitch he was, he didn't throw that word around lightly.
Fascinated, he studied her with care in the pale moonlight; shaved, rosy, plump, and dripping with wetness. Her folds were symmetrical and so beautiful, exactly as the petals of a newly bloomed, flower. A Cecile Polyantha Rosa. So pretty and untouched.
He couldn't also help but notice how sensitive she was that even the slight kiss of his breath alone made her trill, quiver and gush out in reflex. She was a true virgin. So pure and unblemished that he was almost one hundred sure that she hadn't even ever touched herself as most women would when they were alone and felt that inevitable hankering in their loins, that inherent curiosity, let alone any boy.
No, he single-handedly was the sole being to ever get this close to her. Closer than she'd allowed even herself to ever be.
Her being the celibate and innocent woman that she was, so much more than any her age, there was only one reason why she'd allow this to happen. Only one reason alone.
Scam smiled to himself, a genuine smile of happiness that he knew she would not see because her eyes were stitched in elation, in anticipation. The one thing he'd been after all along from the moment he'd started this chase, this plan.
And he finally had it.
He had it.
And he couldn't resist anymore. There was no reason to. No, she herself had eliminated every single one tonight.
Feeling freed of his constraints he started to touch that which was only his domain to wander into now and forever. He followed just the tip of his index fingertip down the narrow slot of her opening and entered just the first digit inside her, prodding at the center of her vulva provokingly. His eyebrow lifted up when she spread her legs wider for him in prompt response.
"What a whore," he thought smirking away as she gave him the vital evidence that it took the right man for every woman, every single one to bring out her inner harlot. To accept her and embrace her. He was hers. He'd always had exceptional confidence in his bedroom skills and she was the ultimate trophy of his prowess. His darling Samantha, his coveted first place prize.
Wanting to reward her for her cooperation, for being such a naughty little minx for him, he penetrated her.
"Aa-Ah!" She cried as he finger fucked her, the pad of his thumb soon joining in and gently pinching her recesses between his thumb and index.
Sam let out a strangled gasp and bit her lip hard enough to draw blood to stop herself from screaming his name. But soon she started to hiss it out low and heady, helpless from doing so while her legs, having a will of their own, automatically partitioned granting him greater and greater access to her, athirst for more and more of his touch inside her.
"Sca-Scammmmm," her voice fissured at his name as she gagged on her wild pleasure. "Scam … Scam … Mmmm Scam... Ooooh Scam!"
How he loved hearing it. He could go deaf to her voice screaming his name and never ever listen to another sound. He'd had countless women calling his name but none gave him the satisfaction, the sheer pride that she did each time his name befell from her lips.
With the other girls it was scratching an itch, quelling a momentary urge. But with her? It was so much more than that. With her it wasn't just thoughtless sex. It was genuine … love making.
He gradually added another finger inside her and then and another and another one. With some persuasion she took each one that he inserted inside her core and soon they were all in there; thumb, forefinger, middle, ring, and pinky. He started steadily moving them in different routes betwixt her sensile crevices drawing bedevilled cries form her that rang in his ears, her signals of approval and enjoyment.
Sliding them in deeper he began to build thrust and pump them in and out of her chasm with tempo hearing her coo with glee as they made vacancy inside her tightness, stretched it wider languidly, teasingly and then swiftly permeated the space right up with his hulky fingers.
"Ooo! Ooo! Ooo!" Sam squealed feebly, eyes sutured shut as she battled to withstand the duress of the exultation reverberating through her from his fingers. No amount of pleasure she'd ever had before in twenty some years of being alive compared to this. Nothing equated to this feeling and as such she found herself propelling her hips upwards unconsciously to take them even farther inside herself.
Her tummy cramped as her abdominals compressed and soon she was clenching making herself even tauter down there. And if the feeling was driving him mad before it was intolerable now. Her insides were squeezing him so hard, trapping him deep in the shallow cavern of her virgin nucleus. Like the trap door of a pyramid swinging shut and sealing its looter inside its crypt to wander there in eternity.
The sounds that she was making made it so difficult for him to hold himself back from taking all of her right there and then. She was drenched as a river now, pouring out like a levee had burst and he could hardly wait to drown inside her.
"Soon…" he told himself as he worked her, now thrusting past his knuckles and listening to her lose her mind and scream as though she was being axe murdered with a hatchet. "Real soon. It won't be long now."
"Aaah! Aah! Mmmmh! Mmmhmmh! "
Another round of her excruciating moans filled his ears. They made him never want to withdraw his fingers, to keep pleasing her just like this. For that to be his only role to play from now until death.
His eyes focused on the trail of sticky juices coming out of here. Like a runnel of maple syrup. He'd had a sampling of it before but there was so much more of it now. It was just oozing out of her endlessly.
Retracting his fingers he lodged the grievant gripe of complaint that left her lips, an instant ego boost in the back of his mind as he glanced at the clear, goopy liquid sopping his hand before opening his mouth and sequentially licking it off his fingers.
His pupils dilated in reaction and he licked his lips savouring her taste that lingered on them. Saline, tangy, and just a tiny bit bitter. "Delicious…" he crooned inside his head.
Without warning he moved his head down to where his hands had just been replacing his fingers with his mouth, unable to resist drinking from the source as he began to eat her out, commencing the last step of their foreplay.
Scam's tongue tip mopped up in one fowl swoop from the bottom of her entrance to the top as she quaked with satisfaction under his tongue.
He felt her flop around like fish as her head swung back and bashed into the headboard behind her with a loud whack that echoed in the dark like a drumstick clanging into a cymbal.
"Uhhh-Ooooooh!" Sam gasped out in sonorous and wet choking noises, eyes wide open and tearing up now from the unbearable pleasure as he guided his tongue inside her vagina.
But this time there was no barrier whatsoever to protect her, nothing to barricade against the barbarous invasion. She felt each and every flick, the unmitigated texture of his tongue like thermal goatskin and the destructive power of it as it charged her fortress without fail or clemency, the bumps of his taste buds like bullets marching along her coral ridges in a tactical and orchestrated attack that rendered her voiceless.
Her body goosebumped as all five of her senses whirled as if on a thrilling rollercoaster ride as she gripped onto the posts of her bed for support, her nails marring scritch scratches into the polished wood and her arms spread out in a "T" shape of the classic crucifixion as she endured the blissful persecution of every lash of the bullwhip of his tongue.
"Ah! Ah! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh! Oooh my-Ohhh God!"
And right then any remnant of her halo shattered and fell off her head, disintegrating to crumbs and dust with every hit of her head and shriek of fulfillment as she succumbed to the sinful desires infused into her from the demon on top of her.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
Each one more clamorous than the last, over and over soon threatening a concussion until he pulled her down amidst the throws leaving her falling weakly into the pillows, her arms flailing and making snow angels in the sodden sheets as he continued nibbling and munching inside her.
Her skin was flushed rouge now all over like a ripened peach as she twitched and convulsed, panting so loud that she was moaning gibberish. Not speaking any words, just making alien and bizarre, incongruous sounds because those were all that she could manage at this point.
Deaf, dumb, and blind with intoxication, Sam craned her head back and rolled her neck writhing and hissing like a wounded feline as beads of sweat rolled from right to left then left to right before settling in a pool on her neck at the notch of her jugular. Overfilling, it bled down into her cleavage like a shallow stream then trickled down the rest of the front of her body before blending into Scam's scalp as his head remained unbothered, stably stationed between her legs no matter how much she thrashed and squalled.
Her hands swatted down at him and her nails started digging crass trenches and ditches through his back seeking some kind of payback from him. He didn't even flinch although he could feel her breaching his skin as her sharp nails twisted inside it in rugged circuits and lanes. Because regardless of the minimal pain it brought, it was her touching him again willingly. One more implicit "yes". Another turn on.
And he was left even more aroused when she started to move herself with him matching every thrust of his tongue with a swing of her hips. Her nails still stuck in his flesh, her body twerked with his timbre.
Up. Down.
Up. Down.
Up. Down.
Rising up as if her soul was soaring to heaven to go home to the lord and then collapsing as if being dragged to the nethermost depths of hell to Lucifer, her butt and breasts rocking with each repetition while the bed's box spring creaked like a seesaw.
"So sexy…" He mused as he gorged away. All he could think of was how she'd move with his manhood in its rightful place inside her. Would she buck her thighs just like this to take it deeper? Or would she just lay there, hand him the reigns and trust him to make up for her inexperience and enjoy the long awaited loss of her virginity? Would she be a bawdy vixen or a bashful bride? What would she do? What?! God, he was dying to know.
"This feels sooo good, doesn't it Sammie?" Scam started to speak, her insides muffling his tone making it even more baritone, raspy and hot than it already was while his tongue kept impaling her deep.
"Yea…" he drawled gruffly not waiting for her reply. "I can tell you're loving this," he declared and then chuckled inside her in such a way that it reverberated and echoed off her walls making her gasp.
She opened her mouth to say something but the feeling inside her left her mute. Her tongue simply wouldn't work to say anything other than create lewd sounds that agreed with his take on her present dire situation at his hands.
"You're all wet…" Scam went on mockingly. "So, so wet. You wouldn't be if you didn't want this."
His voice, coming from inside her became her consciousness, her internal monologue, the devil seated on her left shoulder.
"Would you? Hmm?" He hummed continually slobbering, sloshing, and gnawing at her labia. "Tell me baby, would you?" Scam inquired but it wasn't a question, more a statement as he watched her answer him with her body instead of her lips.
Sam's hips were swaying, sashaying in the sheets in such a tantalizingly seductive manner. Her eyes clamped shut tight while her mouth remained open ajar in gluttony. Her brain was blanking out, it was like she was floating around in some bottomless void with no ozone. All 8,000 of her nerve endings had become stimulated all at once and she didn't know how to cope with it.
Oh god she didn't know how. How?! This feeling, her brain didn't know how to process it or what to do with it. It was an overdrive of pleasure. She was shutting down as if overcome with some malicious virus: ILOVEYOU. Code Red. Melissa. Sasser. Zeus. Conficker. Stuxnet. Mydoom. CryptoLocker. Flashback.
Her toes whorled inwards and her eyelids padlocked shut so hard that they stung at her pupils like a the raid of 1,000 hornets and 500 fire ants. She wheezed and gurgled for air in vain, her legs shook as if she had contacted Sepsis into them. Her entire body lurched about as if having a seizure, an epileptic episode and his persistent dirty talk only made everything a million times more vivid, potent, and severe.
"You've fantasized about this before. I know that you have. Whenever we fought … you wanted me to do this to you."
He paused in his speech to lather, scrub, and swab her insides with the under surface of his tongue like wiper blades would a grimy car windshield then clean up the resulting leakage from her that woefully followed before whispering smoulderingly.
"You wanted me … to take you. Grab you by your wrists, force you against a wall, shred apart that ugly spy suit WOOHP makes you wear and then eat you out just like in some sleazy, X-rated porno between a cop and criminal," he growled narrating the scene by scene plot of their fictional tête-à-tête to her as he alternated the pace of his tongue beating it slow, then fast, in a steady line, a diagonal strike, then in unending cartwheels and loop de loops over and over in her alcove making it jitter.
"Just like this…" he mumbled now folding inside her in figure eights like cake batter, teasing her gentle tissues and absorbing her whimpers of anguish which were now breaking out in a chorus, a choir of different pitches and moods; guttural, breezy, maniacal, placid, as if she was hosting god knew how many entities home in her and they were all conversing at once.
"Exactly like this."
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" She cawed again in a medley of rueful moans as he demolished her insides.
"Know what? I've fantasized about it too," Scam confessed taking a brief interlude from tonguing her. And in those three seconds she felt his mouth twitch into such a behemoth grin that felt like a ravine had replaced his entire face.
"For years and yearrrrrs, the thought of popping your sweet, little cherry. Of fucking your little cunt dry," he remarked crassly like the uncivil freak that he was then snickered in amusement at the alarmed squawk she made at his obscene words.
"But good things … " Scam trailed off resuming his oral onslaught of her, silencing her one more time with his mouth as the grip of his hands and fingers on the insides of her thighs increased to the point where she could feel his bone structure leaving impressions and autographs there.
"Come to those who wait…" he advised, still licking away. She tasted absolutely divine like the ambrosia of the gods, so delectable that try as he might he just couldn't stop sipping from the torrent flushing from within her.
Burrowing his tongue even deeper like one would fix a screw in a hole in the wall he tried to take it all, slurp it in, siphon every globule, leave none behind for anyone else.
"And now, it's our time…" Scam announced with the entirety of his tongue now in her up to his teeth which grazed and nibbled at her fleshy flaps. It felt like a flint dagger that he was yoking into her, a lit match, a candle wick aflame rammed straight inside her making her snivel out a moan at just how far deep it was inside her body.
She was going through an entire plethora of emotions in a flash; embarrassment at another person, a man being inside such an unmentionable place, a little discomfort due to said shame, shock at how good something so bad felt. But the most dominant? Unbridled, wicked…
Pleasure.
And she lost it completely when he finally hit rock bottom taking her over the edge when his tongue ploughed into her G-spot with exact precision just before his mouth formed into an "O-shape" and sucked inwards for around 20 seconds giving her a hickey right inside her as a finishing touch.
Fireworks, cannons, and explosives shot off behind Sam's closed eyes as tears leaked down her cheeks while her privates vibrated, fizzed, and buzzed with static.
God ... she couldn't take it anymore. She just couldn't. She just couldn't hold it in anymore!
She felt her climax erupt in furious orgasm as she unleashed it. It ejected out of her as the nosiest cry she'd ever let out dislodged from deep in her throat.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Sam screamed out as she came again and again right into his mouth with no way of stopping herself. It happened once, then twice, then a third time. She soon lost count of how many times it happened. Just as she started to believe that she could come no more she would again. Again and again, screaming with each new orgasm until she became convinced that her vocal chords would never be the same again.
And taking in her dramatic finale, Scam knew that she was ready for all of him. She was prepared after all this laborious foreplay and he couldn't wait anymore. His need was painful at this point from delaying it for so long. It needed liberation now. He needed to become one body with her. He had to be inside her NOW.
Picking himself off her he speedily took off his last article of clothing. Chucking his boxers he soon reached for the elastic of her underwear to do the same to her but stopped for just a moment and glanced up at her.
She stared back at him for one long second, her eyes no longer their familiar gorgeous emerald but transformed into opaque black pearls, all iris and no sclera before she closed them again and slowly turned her head to the side. Her cheeks blushing a piping plume and her mouth parted in desire. Her elbows folded high above her head, her knees fully unfastened to him, her whole body bearing all the signs of sexual readiness.
And Scam realized that she was waiting. Waiting for him … to take her. This was real. She wasn't going to deny him anymore and she wasn't going to deny herself.
"She'd surrendered … She's accepted this…" he thought, a smile breaking out across his lips in disbelief that this was finally going to happen for him. For them. His wait … it was over. It was finally fucking over.
Still smiling he straightened out over her body and gently stroked away the strands of her hair which were clinging to her humid face. It was curling naturally now, damp from sweat and her niveous skin glistened and coruscated radiating light in the darkness. It was like the moon itself was in his grasp but she was far more stunning than that overrated ball of dust and rock could ever hope to be.
She was ethereal. She was exotic. An angel, a goddess. The Persephone to his Hades and she warranted worship. To think one so desirable, so alluring was so untouched. So unnoticed and unloved? Never again. Never ever again.
Picking up her left hand he intertwined their fingers together as he stared at his engagement ring on her ring finger, the diamonds shimmering valiantly in the dark like a noble vow, a promise.
She was his now and he was going to love her.
Pulling her drenched panties down her legs he tugged them off her ankles and disposed of them.
They fell with a plop somewhere as he took hold of her chin between his fingers and turned her face back towards his wanting to see it and remember this moment. And to his eyes, his Samantha had never looked more beautiful.
Reaching down he grabbed the blanket that had been shoved to the foot of the bed during all their activities and brought it up to cover their now, fully naked bodies. Lowering his lips to her face, Scam placed docile butterfly kisses to the edges of her mouth and listened to her moan and purr in relaxation. And he found himself grinning when he detected the slightest of smiles lift at the corners of her lips prompting him to kiss them chastely as he picked up her hands and led them to his back. Next he lifted her thighs bringing them to connect with his own body as he crossed her nude legs around his waist.
Having arranged her in his favorite sexual position, he murmured her name needfully. "Samantha..." Scam groaned as he pressed into her, positioning his hard, aching member at her wet, throbbing entrance as he moved to thrust inside it passionately and finally make them one…
Until the thundering echoes of a window breaking and glass shattering stopped him dead in his tracks.
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