I grabbed her hands. Pulled them behind her back. The position — her arms pinned, her chest lifted, her breasts swinging free, her back arched — changed the angle. My cock hit deeper. The head pressed against her cervix. The barrier — firm, round, the gate to her womb — yielded. The head pushed through. Into her womb.
She screamed. Not a moan. Not a gasp. A scream — raw, primal, the sound of a woman whose body had been pushed past a boundary.
"AAANGH—!! — HAA — HAA — HAAANGH—!!!"
I fucked her like a bitch. The pace was relentless — fast, hard, deep, each thrust a collision. Her body — suspended, her arms pinned behind her, her weight on my cock — bounced. Her breasts — heavy, full, the nipples leaking milk — swung violently. Up. Down. Up. Down. The flesh in chaos, the weight pulling, the motion creating a rhythm of its own.
