Elaine's delicate form trembled beneath the obese fat man, her ethereal beauty a vision that seemed to defy the mortal world. "Be mine, Elaine-chan," Fat Bull rasped, his voice thick with primal desire, "let me claim you every day, lose myself in you, over and over…" His swollen manhood pressed insistently against the sacred threshold of her womb, a relentless force seeking to breach the celestial sanctity of her body.
The words that spilled from his lips were not mere pleas but a bold declaration of his insatiable ambition, a vow to possess the unpossessable. Boomer Boner, a man of coarse appetites and unrefined passions, stood on the precipice of ecstasy, his gaze locked on the divine beauty before him. Her presence, radiant and untouchable, only fueled his hunger, stoking the fire of his audacious dream to bind her to him in the most carnal of ways.
His mind was a storm of raw, unfiltered euphoria, every nerve alight with the intoxicating thrill of conquest. One thought consumed him, obliterating all else: he had claimed the most exquisite, the most pristine, the most exalted fairy in all existence.
Fat Bull, with his crude vigor and unrelenting drive, had plunged his throbbing desire into the untouched sanctum of Elaine's virgin core. The realization sent shivers of triumph through him, a heady mix of pride and lust that made his blood roar. This was no mere act of physicality; it was a defiance of the heavens themselves. He would not stop here—oh no, he would ravage her, thrust into her with a ferocity that would echo through the ages, pulling back only to drive deeper, to mark her as his own in an unending cycle of possession and release. Each pulse of his body was a testament to his relentless need, a vow to conquer her divine essence again and again.
"Elaine-chan, my fairy, my bride, my everything!" he growled, his voice a guttural hymn of lust. "I'll take you, oh fuck, so tight! I'll have you, little slut! I'll make you mine, make your honey hole filled in every way!" His crude thoughts took shape in words as coarse as the earth, each syllable dripping with the weight of his desire.
Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!
Those words, in turn, fueled his actions, his body moving with a primal rhythm that spoke of both reverence and desecration.
Elaine shifted her hips, her movements slow and deliberate, guiding his engorged flesh as it retreated from the tender, silken ring deep within her. The sensation was maddening—countless folds of her velvet warmth caressed and gripped his shaft, each inch of her inner sanctum a paradise that teased and tormented him. Her core seemed to pulse with a life of its own, a vortex of desire that drew him back, compelling him to thrust forward once more. His crimson tip found her innermost barrier again, locking with it in a fierce, intimate embrace, as though their bodies were fused in a dance of sacred and profane.
Elaine-chan remained silent, her response not in words but in the radiant aura that enveloped her. Her immortal form shimmered with an otherworldly glow, a halo of light that seemed to weave itself into the very air around her. Her eyes, glistening with unshed tears, burned with a celestial fire, their depths reflecting a beauty so profound it could break the heart of any who gazed upon her.
Those tears were not of sorrow alone but of something far more complex—a mingling of divine surrender and unspoken defiance. Her silence was a canvas, vast and enigmatic, upon which Fat Bull painted his desires. Every facet of her being—her luminescent skin, her graceful curves, the quiet power in her gaze—screamed of her divinity. She was no mere woman but a goddess, a celestial being whose very existence mocked the heavens. And yet, here she was on his king size bed, beneath him, her sacred form yielding to his mortal hunger, a paradox that drove Fat Bull to the edge of madness. He was not just fucking a woman; he was claiming a beautiful deity, a creature of the nine heavens.
"Elaine! Elaine! Elaine-chan, my divine fairy!" Fat Bull's voice was a guttural roar, a primal hymn that tore through the sacred stillness of the room.
Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!
"I'm going to—oh, gods, this fatty is going to lose myself in you!" His words were a fevered confession, raw and unfiltered, as his body surged with uncontrollable need.
Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!
The room, bathed in a radiant divine glow, seemed to pulse with the intensity of their union, the air thick with the weight of their forbidden act. Fat Bull's massive frame trembled, every muscle taut with the ecstasy of release, as he surrendered to the overwhelming tide of his desire, his breath ragged with the triumph of claiming the celestial beauty beneath him.
In fewer than ten desperate thrusts, his restraint shattered like glass under a hammer. With a final, forceful plunge, his hips collided with the beauty's lush, ivory curves, the impact resounding with a sharp, echoing slap that reverberated through the chamber.
PAM!!!
A molten torrent erupted from him, a searing flood of thick, viscous heat that surged into Elaine's sacred depths.
The force of his release was unrelenting, a primal deluge that battered the tender ring at the heart of her womb, filling her innermost sanctum with a profane abundance.
The sensation was overwhelming, a liquid fire that claimed every inch of her, spilling into the hallowed chamber of her body until it brimmed with his essence. The act was not merely physical but a desecration of the divine, a mortal's audacious mark upon the purity of a goddess.
Elaine's silken walls seemed to quiver in response, embracing the intrusion with a paradoxical mix of resistance and surrender, as though her body itself acknowledged the power of his conquest. The air grew heavy with the musky scent of their joining, a testament to the raw, untamed passion that bound them in this fleeting moment.
Elaine's rosy lips parted, and a soft, trembling moan escaped her—a sound so delicate it seemed to shimmer like starlight, yet laced with the weight of her surrender.
"Ah♡♡♡~~ AHhhhh ♡♡♡ ~~ ♡♡♡UnnuuuuuNNNnn♡♡... Nnnnn♡ Hnnnn~~~♡♡♡"
Her stunning beautiful form, once rigid in its ethereal grace, shuddered beneath Fat Bull's relentless touch. The tremors that coursed through her were not merely physical but a symphony of sensation, each pulse of his release igniting fresh waves of quivering pleasure. Her body, a masterpiece of celestial beauty, seemed to glow brighter in the divine light, her skin luminous as if kissed by the heavens themselves.
Yet, in that moment, she was wholly mortal in her vulnerability, her trembling frame a canvas for the chaos of ecstasy. The molten heat of his seed seemed to flood not just her body but her very soul, spreading like wildfire through her veins, claiming her thoughts, her senses, her very essence. In response, her core pulsed with a sweet, answering flood, a nectar of her own that mingled with his.
Fat Bull loomed atop her, his hands gripping the supple curves of her round thighs with a possessive fervor, anchoring himself to her as though she were his only tether to the mortal world. His engorged manhood remained buried deep within her, a perfect union of his coarse vitality and her divine elegance. The tight, silken grip of her core held him fast, their bodies locked in an intimate embrace that allowed no escape for the mingling of their essences.
The fat man's filthy seed, thick and unrelenting, pooled within her depths, a sacred and profane offering that refused to spill. Elaine-chan's body seemed to swell with the weight of it, her belly subtly rounding as though bearing the mark of their union. Her muscles clenched instinctively, drawing him deeper, savoring the slick, searing heat that painted her insides. Each throb of his release was a pulse of life, a rhythm that synchronized with the ragged cadence of their breaths, binding them in a moment that felt both eternal and fleeting. Her body trembled, caught between shock and satisfaction, as the overwhelming fullness left her quivering, utterly claimed.
The chaos of sensation overwhelmed Elaine-chan's divine composure, her mind a blank expanse where thought dissolved into pure feeling. She lay upon the silken sheets, her body a temple defiled yet exalted by the act.