You're in a relationship with Rushia, but she doesn't want you to go out and possibly look at another woman, she figures the best way to prevent that. As a hard working girl, every night she does her absolute best so that you wouldn't be able to walk out of the house in the mornings. Yeah, basically some hot pelvis shattering smut.

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"Ugh... Rushia, wait -"

The girl's glowing red eyes focus on you and a thin smile forms in her lips. "No. Way." She spits out a short response just as her hips lower themselves onto your lap and with a soft muffler grunt, she spears herself on your hard cock all the way to the base.

You swallow a moan, the heat of her insides transferred onto your shaft, groin and finally to the rest of your body. She takes cute, short breaths before lifting her head again to stare into your eyes.

"I'm not letting you leave again today, you hear?" She rocks her hips back and forth, stirring her small but flexible canal with your rod, making circular motions while her weight pins you down against the computer chair, her ankles firmly planted beside your thighs on the seat and hands wrapped around your shoulders for support.

Despite her warmth, a cold sweat breaks out and your forehead is soon glistening with sweat while a feeling of panic begins to well up from within. She's so tiny... so small, so weak - you could just push her right off and run off. But the power she exerts over you is so strong that you can't do anything other than stay motionless while she uses you like a dildo. Damn it, why can't you?!

You're caught unprepared by a surprise kiss as her body bounces up, your glans nearly popping out from her entrance. It's a soft, loving kiss that feels so mismatched to her sexual aggression, but those pliable and delicious lips melt away all hints of doubt from you just as they break away with ropes of saliva connecting the two of you once her hips drop down against yours with a smack, finding yourself enveloped in the comfort of her canal once again.

With a sigh, you relax into the chair and focus on the sensations and the views. With a grin of victorious satisfaction, she again reaches up to whisper into your ear: "Aren't you a good boy? Rushia will reward you now, okay?" As she pulls away, her sex-addled eyes give you a good look again.

With a grin, she relaxes her thighs and knees once more and her entire body weight bounces off your lap as you penetrate her deep inside, her folds and bumps massaging your shaft from top to bottom as you spread her open. Half-lidded eyes and a thin line of drool running down her chin complete her facial features.

"Ugh... Ah..." You can't help but moan when she turns this into a rhythm, lifting herself up then letting go - over and over and over again, the silence of the room only disturbed by the sounds of the heavy slapping of her pert ass against your thighs.

Rushia's naked, budding chest heaves from her deep breaths - swallowing her own moans but failing miserably at hiding her own pleasure whenever your tip hits her deepest point, squishing her tiny womb against her internal organs and nearly sending her eyes rolling into the top of her head. She clenches her jaw and takes a short break, forehead resting against your chest and giving you a good look of her sweat-slick hair.

You swallow hard, member throbbing painfully inside her confines and being met back by powerful squeezes of her vaginal canal as if instinctively reminding you of who's boss. Hands tightly closed into fists and held at your sides from the urge to pick her up and pound her into a pulp, the memory of the lacerations her nails left behind on your neck last time keep you at bay.

"Hnngh..." It's not long before she lifts her hips again, face still stuffed into your chest, and continues her angry self-punishment, not content in simply allowing her weight to do the job and this time around putting her own muscles to work to shove herself into your pelvis, sending the chair rolling back a few inches.

"Ah!" Releasing a grunt, the pain and pleasure mix together to confuse your senses, the world having been reduced to this moment in time while your lover uses you as an eager, living dildo to pleasure herself.

Of course, it's the same for her - Rushia's moans of pleasure are tinged with the occasional yelp of pain as you occasionally stab her cervix unknowingly, which happens more often as she begins to rock her hips back and forth to grind her clitoris and outer lips against your groin.

You can't contain your grunts either, going as far as pushing your hips up to meet her halfway on occasion and send her ass and thigh flesh rippling from the violent meeting of your bodies. Finally her head shoots upward, slack-jawed and with a glassy look in her eyes, Rushia's tongue lolls out of her lips and flops around, spewing her saliva into the air and peppering your face with small droplets of it.

"Fashter... Hahrder..." Her eyes look at you - no, through you as a perverted smile forms in her glistening lips, finally hovering about halfway between your lap and the top of her stroke. "Come on... Rushia can take it. She'll make you never want to leave her." Her nails lovingly dig into your skin, and that's all it takes to release the beast within.

"Ugh, you!..." Feet firmly planted into the ground, you push up with force, making her body bounce off your cock only to come meet it again on the way down, your lover moaning aloud.

"Hah. Hah... that's it, keep going!" Her soft voice goads you and her piercing stare encourages you to keep going, so you do.

By now the chair is rolling across the room with each one of your thrusts - bouncing around and knocking on your shelves and desk, making a mess of the entire room. Your lap is covered in Rushia's pussy juice, and her natural lubricants making the job of pistoning in and out of her all the easier.

Her every breath has been reduced to a moan, even her small breasts quaking with your thrusts and her thin waist and flat belly sporting the occasional bump as you penetrate her with no restraint.

"Geh... Gah..." Her tongue lolls out once again, her voice reduced to guttural moans and noises.

"Ugh, Rushia, I'm..." You clench your thighs, if only to last just a bit longer, the back of your chair spinning around and taking out half the books in your shelf with it. But you don't stop, everything other than stuffing her full of your seed is secondary and unimportant now.

"Mm... Yeah, thatsh it..." That perverted grin she always sports as she makes you hers is there again, even as her knees tremble and struggle to keep herself in position for you. "Do it, do it inshide Rushia. Paint her inshides..." Wrapping her elbows around your neck she uses you as support and rests her chin on your shoulder, teeth sinking into your skin and leaving a mark.

You close your eyes, taking firm hold of Rushia's thin and fragile ankles, planting her in place. Like this, the sensations are so much more noticeable that you simply can't hold on any longer and with a full extension of your legs and with help from your core muscles, you raise your hips high in the air as you bottom out. "Gah... Hah..." All you see are stars, the powerful contractions in your muscles forcing your seed to rush from your testicles and up your shaft, exploding powerfully against her tight insides.

"Yaah!" She moans right into your ear, the sensation of your jizz filling her stomach finally sending her into her own orgasm, abdominal muscles contracting powerfully and her vaginal muscles milking and squeezing you for every drop of your seed.

Pump after pump your semen spurts inside her, leaving no spot in her tiny insides uncoated by your fluids until she can't carry any more and it begins to seep out around your shaft to coat her puffy outer lips.

Crashing back onto the chair with her limp body in tow, you take deep breaks as consciousness begins to fade from all the exertion. Your vision flickers, but Rushia's deep crimson eyes are there to watch you drift away lovingly.

"Teehee... You're mine, Anon. Never leave Rushia, okay?"

That's the last thing you remember...