CHAPTER 210: QUEEN’S CLAIM 3(R-18)

Her cunt sucked at the withdrawal, inner lips clinging, slick with arousal, desperate to keep him buried.

Then he slammed home—one brutal thrust that punched a guttural cry from her throat. His cock split her walls, stretching them wide, the flared dragon head dragging ridges along her front wall as he buried himself... deep.

Hips crashed together—wet slap of flesh on flesh. His rhythm was immediate, punishing: pelvis grinding against hers in circular motions as he withdrew almost fully, then speared deep again.

Wet heat engulfed him with every penetration, her cunt clenched like a velvet vise, rippling along his shaft, massaging the throbbing veins. Juices flooded—copious, slick—dribbling down her crease, coating his balls each time he bottomed out.

Her hands roamed wildly—clawing down his straining back, nails leaving red crescents, gripping his flexing ass pulling him deeper. His own hands mauled her breasts—palms crushing the heavy mounds, thumbs rubbing violent circles over her aching nipples.

Her thighs trembled, muscles quivering as she threw her head back, neck arching, thrusting her hips upward to meet every punishing slam.

His back moved like a piston—shoulder blades bunching, spine coiling with each withdrawal, then uncoiling violently as he drove forward.

Her thighs tensed, hamstrings burning, glutes flexing with each powerful surge. Skin slapped—thwack-thwack-thwack—damp with sweat, muscles working beneath slick skin. The mattress groaned beneath the assault, headboard banging—CRACK-CRACK-CRACK—against drywall.

Her cunt welcomed him—walls fluttering each time he withdrew, gaping slightly before clamping hungrily as he thrust back in. Slick sounds filled the room—SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SHLACK—of his cock plunging into flooded heat.

Her legs tightened around his waist, ankles locking, pulling, demanding he stay buried. One hand slid down his spine, fingers digging into the small of his back, feeling each muscle coil and release as he pounded into her.

His hips snapped back, withdrawing until just the flared crown of his cock remained trapped between her swollen cunt lips. Her inner walls sucked at the withdrawal, slick folds clinging desperately to the thick ridge beneath his head, a wet schlorp echoing as her body resisted the emptiness.

Then he drove forward—one brutal thrust that punched a guttural cry from her throat as his cock split her open. Veins pulsed along his shaft as it dragged against her front wall, the flared head scraping that rough patch inside her that made her scream.

Hips crashed together—thwack!—skin slapping with a slick, percussive sound as he ground against her pubic bone. He rolled his hips in a circular grind, stirring her insides, feeling her cunt walls flutter and clench around his girth.

Juices flooded around his cock, coating him in thick, hot slickness that dripped down his balls. His back coiled—shoulder blades bunching, spine curving as he pulled back again, slow and deliberate, letting her feel every ridge and vein dragging along her sensitive flesh.

Her hips lifted instinctively, cunt sucking him deeper, trying to anchor him inside.

Then he pistoned—fast, brutal, relentless

. His hips snapped forward like a ramrod, driving balls-deep with each thrust.

Thwack-thwack-thwack!

Wet flesh slapped rhythmically. Her pelvis tilted upward, meeting him mid-stroke, cunt swallowing him greedily. His back muscles flexed—hamstrings burning, glutes tightening—as he powered into her.

Her heels dug into his lower back, pulling him deeper, urging him on. His hands gripped her hips, fingers bruising her flesh as he yanked her down to meet each upward surge.

Her cunt walls gripped him like a velvet fist—rippling, fluttering, massaging his shaft with every withdrawal and plunge.

Whimpers turned to whines—"Mmmph—yes—like that—" melting into open-mouthed sobs when he circled his hips, stirring her insides. "P-please—" keened, voice fracturing as her clit pulsed under his pelvic bone.

Wet sounds intensified—squelch-schlack-squelch—as her arousal gushed around his pistoning cock, dripping down her crease and pooling on the sheets beneath.

Rhythm devolved into primal percussion: "Uh-uh-uh fuck that’s the ahhh—" staccato cries timed to his slamming hips. Broken screams when he hammered that spot.

"FUCK—HARDER—YES— CARTER~~" dissolving into airless shrieks, voice shredding

His hips bucked erratically, altering angles—sideways grinds, deep plunges, shallow withdrawals—hitting every nerve ending inside her. Her back arched violently off the mattress, spine bowing as she cried out, inner walls clamping down like a vise, milking his length.

His thighs burned as he drove into her, sweat dripping from his brow onto her heaving breasts. Her legs trembled, muscles quivering where they wrapped around him. His cock swelled inside her, stretching her walls impossibly thin as he neared release.

Her hips rolled in frantic circles—grinding, circling, bucking—matching his rhythm, cunt sucking at the base of his shaft.

Moans climbed—higher, tighter, desperate. "OH god—Peter—please—" throat closing, words dissolving into animalistic whimpers. "Cumming—cumming—" sobbed, body arching off the ruined mattress.

A shattering scream tore through her—"AAAHN—PETER—!"—ripping from her throat, voice breaking like glass. Her convulsive cries followed—"Yours—yours—ONLY YOURS—" gasped between rhythmic convulsions, cunt milking him with every clench.

Wet gurgles echoed as she gagged on ecstasy, moans bubbling around swallowed air.

Their bodies moved in brutal harmony—slamming, grinding, pistons—flesh smacking, juices gushing, muscles straining, until the room echoed with the obscene symphony of their unrelenting possession.

His hips became a battering ram—relentless, brutal, showing no mercy. Every thrust slammed home like a piledriver, balls-deep, cunt walls stretching to accommodate his thickness.

Wet, skin-slapping sounds filled the room—THWACK-THWACK-THWACK—each impact sharp enough to make the bed frame shudder and plaster crack.

Her hips bucked upward to meet him, pelvis grinding in frantic circles, desperate to feel every ridge of his cock dragging against her front wall.

Cunt muscles clenched—rippling, fluttering—sucking at his shaft like a hungry mouth, milking him with every withdrawal and plunge. Juices flooded—gushing—dripping down his thighs in thick, hot streams.

His back corded, muscles straining beneath sweat-slicked skin as he pistoned harder deeper, faster. SCHLACK-SCHLACK-SCHLACK—the obscene sound of her soaked cunt being split open again and again. Her legs locked around his waist, heels digging into his lower back, pulling him impossibly deeper, forcing his cockhead to batter her cervix with every slam.

"Take it!" he snarled, teeth gritted, hips jackhammering like a machine. "Fucking take this cock—!"

Her body answered—back arching off the mattress, spine bowing, nails raking blood trails down his biceps.

Moans tore from her throat—broken, guttural—"FUCK! PETER! DEEPER—HARDER—DON’T STOP—" dissolving into shrieks as he pounded through her climax, cunt convulsing around him like a crushing vice.

Hips crashed together—thwack-thwack-thwack—bones rattling, skin slapping, bodies slick with sweat, cum, and cunt juice. His thighs burned with the effort, glutes flexing as he drove into her with savage fury. Her pelvis lifted to meet him, grinding, circling, milking his shaft for every drop.

He withdrew slowly this time—agonizingly slow—letting her feel every inch drag out, her cunt lips quivering around his retreating crown. She whined, hips jerking upward, trying to recapture him.

Then he plunged deep—one final, bone-jarring thrust—balls slapping her ass as he buried himself to the hilt, flooding her womb with thick, scalding release while her cunt convulsed around him, pulse after pulse draining him completely.

He roared—a primal sound of surrender and conquest—and buried himself to the hilt, flooding her womb with thick, scorching ropes of cum. Felt her jerk with every pulse, fucking her through the aftershocks until his thighs trembled and his balls emptied completely.

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A/N: Queen’s claim ain’t over.