Interdimensional Pornstar System

Kyle wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his arm, still kneeling between Stacy’s spread thighs. Thick, glossy ropes of his cum were already drying on her stomach and tits in sticky white streaks. She looked completely wrecked—dark hair messy and stuck to her face, lips swollen, eyes glassy and unfocused—and she was still sucking the last of his load off her fingers with soft *slurp* sounds like it was candy.

He opened the system window with a thought.

[Sexual Wellbeing Enhancer Pill]

[Duration Left: 1 Hr 12 Min]

Still over an hour left. His cock was already twitching back to full, angry hardness just from looking at the mess he’d painted across her body.

’Pill’s still going strong,’ he thought. ’Over an hour left.’

Stacy’s eyes flicked down to his thickening cock. A slow, filthy smile spread across her face. The last bit of character she’d been holding onto was gone.

”Stop staring and use me.”

He didn’t need to be told twice.

Kyle grabbed her ankles, yanked her closer to him, and slammed back inside her in one brutal, bottoming-out thrust. The wet *schlick* of her cum-smeared pussy taking every inch again was filthy and loud.

”Fuuuck—!” Stacy’s head tipped back hard into the pillow.

He started pounding her with zero restraint. The bedframe slammed against the wall in a violent rhythm.

*PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP*

Her tits bounced hard with every impact, the earlier cum smearing and sliding down the sides of her chest in shiny streaks. He didn’t care about the cameras anymore. Didn’t care about angles. Didn’t care about looking good for the video. He just wanted to ruin her.

”You feel that?” he growled, leaning over her and fucking even harder, sweat dripping from his chin onto her tits.

”I’m gonna turn this pussy into fucking mush.”

Stacy moaned loud and broken, nails raking down his back hard enough to leave red lines.

”Do it—fuck, do it—wreck me—”

He pulled out with a wet *schlick*, flipped her onto her stomach, and shoved a pillow under her hips so her ass was raised high. Then he mounted her and drove back in balls-deep in one rough thrust.

*PLAP!*

The new angle let him go even deeper. Every powerful stroke forced a wet, messy *glck-glck-glck* out of her stuffed pussy. Cum and her own juices were already dripping down her thighs in thick, creamy strands onto the sheets.

”Look at this fucking mess,” he snarled, grabbing a handful of her dark hair and yanking her head back. ”Bed’s already soaked and I’m just getting started.”

Stacy pushed her ass back against him like she was trying to take him even deeper.

”I don’t care—just keep fucking me—use my holes—”

He spat a thick wad of spit right onto her tight asshole and watched it drip down between her cheeks. Then he rubbed his thumb over the puckered ring while he railed her pussy hard. When she moaned louder he pushed the tip of his thumb inside.

*Schlick—*

Her whole body shuddered hard.

”Kinky bitch,” he muttered. ”You like having both holes played with?”

”Yes—fuck yes—don’t stop—”

He fucked her like that until her arms gave out completely. She collapsed flat onto the mattress, ass still raised, drooling into the sheets in a wet spot. Only then did he pull out. His cock was shiny and dripping with a mix of his cum and her cream. He crawled up her body, straddled her chest, and shoved his thick shaft between her cum-covered tits.

”Squeeze them,” he ordered.

Stacy pressed her soft breasts together around his cock without hesitation. He thrust between them, the mix of sweat and drying cum making it filthy and slick.

*Fap... fap... fap...*

Every time the swollen head popped out near her mouth she craned her neck and tried to lick it.

”Open,” he said.

She did. He pushed the head past her lips and straight into her throat. She gagged once, eyes watering, then forced herself to relax and took him deeper. He held her head with both hands and fucked her face in short, rough strokes, feeling her tight throat squeeze and flutter around him.

*Glck-glck-glck-glck-glck*

Thick spit and leftover cum ran down her chin in messy strings and dripped onto her already sticky tits. When he finally pulled out a long, glossy strand of spit connected her swollen lips to the tip of his cock before it broke.

”You’re a fucking mess,” he said, almost laughing from how turned on he was.

”Look at you.”

Stacy looked up at him with ruined makeup, watery eyes, and a dazed, hungry expression.

”Then make me messier.”

He dragged her to the edge of the bed, stood on the floor, and folded her legs up against her chest so she was completely open and exposed. Her used pussy was swollen, pink, and still leaking a slow trickle of white. He slammed back inside and started jackhammering her with everything he had.

*PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP*

The wet slap of skin was ridiculous and constant. Fresh juices sprayed with almost every thrust, coating his abs and her stomach in shiny droplets. The sheets under her ass were already a dark, soaked wreck. One of the phone tripods had gotten knocked crooked earlier and neither of them even glanced at it.

”I’m gonna cum again,” he warned, voice strained and low. ”Where?”

”Inside,” Stacy gasped, the last of any pretense completely gone.

”Fill me—I want to feel it leaking out—”

Kyle drove in as deep as he possibly could and came hard with a guttural groan. He ground against her while thick, heavy pulses pumped straight into her. His cock twitched over and over, flooding her until he had nothing left. He kept her pinned there, buried to the hilt, until every drop was inside.

When he finally pulled out a heavy, creamy stream of cum followed immediately, pouring out of her used pussy and dripping onto the already ruined sheets in a thick white line.

He wasn’t soft yet.

The pill still had time left, and both of them were too far gone to stop.

Kyle flipped her onto her side, lifted one leg high, and slid back into her from behind while she was still actively leaking. He reached around and rubbed her swollen clit in rough, fast circles while he fucked her in long, deep strokes.

*Schlick... plap... schlick... plap...*

”One more,” he muttered against her ear, voice rough. ”Give me one more.”

Stacy was past words. She just moaned brokenly and pushed her ass back against him, completely lost in it. The room smelled heavily of sex and sweat. The bed looked like a disaster zone. Cum was everywhere—streaked across her skin, soaking the sheets, dripping down her thighs in slow, glossy trails.

They kept going like animals, chasing every last bit of the pill’s effect, not giving a single fuck about the cameras still rolling in the background.

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