"FUCK YES!" Ethan roared, his thrusts turning brutal, animalistic. The feeling of her hot piss coating him, the incredible tightness of her spasming cunt, it was all too much. He was right on the edge. "Taking my cum now, wife. I'm gonna fill your womb so fucking deep."
He slammed into her one last time, hilting himself, and let go.
Inside her, the world narrowed to a single, searing point of connection. His cock, impossibly huge and thick, swelled even further at the root. The broad head ground against her tender, deeply-bruised cervix, a soft, yielding ring of muscle that, under the relentless battering, finally gave a tiny, shuddering dilation.
The first jet was not a spurt but a blast. Thick, hot, and copious, it fired directly from the slit of his cockhead, past the fluttering entrance of her cervix, and into the very chamber of her womb.
Splurtch.
It was a glue-like, white flood that painted her inner walls in an instant.
