Page 8 of Fresh Flesh

“Now we will see if you are good for more than just cleaning.”

He pushes my thighs apart, trembling with desire. Joras grips his cock and pushes the crown between my wide open, throbbing pussy lips. My head goes back as he slides inside, filling me up with his thick rod.

“Oh yes,” I cry as it slides in all the way. Joras thrusts his powerful hips, driving himself into me with sinuous grace which belies his urgent need. His golden eyes glaze over with ecstasy as he makes furious love to me.

I let go with wild abandon, screaming my throat raw. I’ve never felt so incredible in all of my life. It’s like every nerve is on fire with pleasure. His scaled member has texture that feels good inside and out.

Joras puts a hand on my belly, then traces his fingertips down to my clit. Without missing a stroke, he rubs my clitoris with his fingers, generously lubed by my dripping wet pussy. My screams go into a higher gear, and I thrash about underneath his muscled form like a landed fish.

Golden bursts of light pulse behind my eyelids as I arch my back and gasp through the last vestiges of orgasm. He cums inside of me, his member throbbing in the best way as he fills me up with his alien seed.

“Tell no one,” he growls into my ear before biting the lobe.

If he keeps making me feel this good, I’ll keep any secret he wants.

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