>One of 18's eye's cocked, annoyed -- and what followed was a sudden violent jutting into him. He wished he kept his mouth shut, as Eighteen stabbed, her hands pressed down hard at the sides of his chest, as her expression made it clear that he shouldn't push his luck. "Don't get any ideas, loverboy. You have and always will be my hole." Her statement was punctuated with another thrust, filling his ass with as much of her cock as it could take. As it started to feel searing, 18 let off a bit, as she started up a regularly smooth rhythm that didn't make him feel like he was gonna die. The bed shunted nearly silently underneath him as Eighteen worked him over, his body relaxing, finally feeling like he was growing used to her.

>She crawled into bed with him, his feet splayed above her shoulders as she held his hips at the perfect place for her assault.

>PLAP PLAP PLAP

>She violently fucked him. The way 18 moved inside him and made the bed rock felt like earned payback for the blowjob, a sudden fullness then an emptiness. Eighteen's steel grip took his dick in her hand, and it didn't take him long, as her earlier attempts and now scraping on his button, he came hard, her hand narrowly avoiding all his sperm, but she squeezed on it lightly, sending more and more out, milking everything, before finally letting it go, her hand casting it off like she were better than doing something so disgusting -- but Eighteen was far from done with him. Lifting him up, their perspired bodies meeting together and squishing his cum between the both of them like a sandwich, a stickiness that kept them together.