Interdimensional Pornstar System

Kyle kept thrusting into her from behind, one of her legs hooked high over his arm, her body curled tightly on its side. Every deep, powerful stroke pushed more of his previous load out of her. Thick, creamy white cum smeared messily between her thighs and onto the already soaked sheets in long glossy streaks. The wet *schlick-schlick-schlick* of his cock sliding through the mess was constant, filthy, and loud.

Stacy’s mouth hung open. Broken, breathy little moans spilled out of her every time he bottomed out and his hips smacked against her ass. Her tits were pressed tightly together by her own arm, still sticky and shiny with the cum he’d shot across them earlier. The shy girl who had walked in carrying a duffel bag was completely gone. What was left was pure, dripping, mindless slut hungry for cock.

”Harder,” she panted, voice hoarse and shaky. ”Fuck me like you mean it. Don’t hold back.”

He did.

Kyle shoved her flat onto her stomach with one strong push, yanked her hips up high, and mounted her properly. Both hands gripped her waist hard enough to leave deep red finger marks as he started railing her with long, brutal strokes. The bedframe slammed against the wall in a steady, violent rhythm that made the whole room shake.

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

”Fuuuck—yes—just like that—” Stacy’s voice cracked hard. Her cheek was pressed into the mattress, eyes completely unfocused and glassy. Every heavy impact made her ass ripple and forced another thick gush of cum mixed with her own juices to spill down her thighs in creamy white trails. ”Your cock’s so fucking deep—don’t you dare stop—”

He leaned all the way over her back, chest sliding against her sticky, sweat-slicked skin, and bit down on her shoulder hard enough to leave a clear mark while he kept pounding without mercy. One hand slid underneath her trembling body and found her swollen, sensitive clit, rubbing it in rough, fast, relentless circles.

*Schlick-schlick-schlick-schlick*

Her whole body jerked hard like she’d been shocked.

”I’m gonna—fuck, I’m gonna cum again—” she gasped, voice rising.

”Then cum,” he growled against her ear, voice low and rough and full of heat. ”Soak my fucking cock. Make a mess.”

She did.

Her pussy clamped down around him like a vice, pulsing and squeezing in tight, rhythmic spasms as a fresh, messy wave of wetness flooded out around his shaft with a loud *schlick-gush*.

She cried out into the sheets, the sound muffled and broken, her legs shaking violently. Even while she came she kept weakly pushing her ass back against him, trying to take him deeper. Kyle didn’t slow down for even a second.

He fucked her straight through the orgasm, hips never stopping, the wet *plap-plap-plap* continuing until she was whimpering, drooling a dark wet spot into the mattress, and barely able to hold herself up.

When her arms finally gave out completely he pulled out with a wet, filthy *schlick*. A long, thick string of cum and cream connected the tip of his cock to her open, gaping pussy for a second before it snapped.

He rolled her onto her back, grabbed both her legs behind the knees, and folded them up against her chest so her knees were almost touching her ears. Her used pussy was swollen, puffy, and bright pink, leaking a steady stream of thick white cum that ran down over her asshole and onto the sheets. He lined up and drove back in to the hilt in one rough, bottoming-out thrust.

*Schliiick—*

Stacy’s eyes rolled back so hard only the whites showed for a second. ”Oh my god—fuck—”

He started jackhammering her in that deep, folded position, hips turning into a blur. The wet slap of skin was ridiculous, constant, and obscene.

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

Fresh juices sprayed with almost every thrust, coating his abs and her stomach in shiny, sticky droplets. Her tits bounced wildly, the dried cum on them cracking and smearing. The headboard was banging the wall so hard it was definitely leaving marks in the paint.

”Look at this pussy,” he muttered, staring down with dark eyes at where they were connected, watching his thick cock stretch her open and pull out coated in cream and cum. ”Fucking ruined. Taking me so goddamn well. Look how messy you are.”

Stacy could barely form words between the moans. ”More—please—use me—don’t stop using me—”

He gave her more.

He pulled out just long enough to flip her into a full mating press, pinning both her wrists above her head against the mattress with one hand, and slammed back home with a heavy, wet *PLAP*. The new angle let him grind hard and deep against her clit with every single thrust. Her mouth fell open in a silent scream at first, then the moans came back louder and more broken than before, almost like sobs of pleasure.

The system window flickered at the edge of his vision.

[Duration Left: 38 Min]

’Still plenty of time.’

Kyle lost himself completely in it. He fucked her like the only thing that existed in the entire world was the tight, wet, creamy heat wrapped around his cock and the way she kept cumming underneath him. Her third orgasm hit with almost no warning—her back arched hard off the bed, a broken, high sob tearing out of her throat as her pussy fluttered and gushed around him again in messy, helpless spasms. He kept going without mercy, chasing his own release, hips never faltering.

When he finally felt the edge rush up hard he buried himself as deep as he physically could and came with a low, guttural groan that sounded almost painful. Thick, heavy pulses pumped another massive load straight into her.

*Throb... throb... throb... throb...*

He stayed locked inside, grinding through every spurt, forehead pressed against hers, until his cock finally stopped twitching and the last drops were squeezed out.

For a few long seconds neither of them moved. The only sounds in the room were their heavy, ragged breathing and the faint *drip... drip... drip...* of cum leaking out around his shaft onto the completely destroyed sheets.

Kyle slowly pulled out. A heavy, creamy stream of cum followed immediately, pouring out of her and running down the curve of her ass in a thick white line, adding to the glossy mess already covering the bed. Stacy lay there completely wrecked—dark hair stuck to her face and neck, body flushed dark and shiny with sweat and cum, legs still wide open and trembling, pussy red and dripping.

He glanced at the system again.

[Duration Left: 29 Min]

’Still not done.’

He leaned down, kissed her messy, swollen mouth, and muttered against her lips in a low, rough voice,

”We’re not finished yet.”

Stacy’s dazed, glassy eyes met his. A weak, filthy little smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.

”Good,” she whispered, voice barely there.

”Put it back in... and don’t stop.”