My Step-Daughter: Forbidden Cumslut

The door slamming shut pulls me out of the zone. One glance at the clock and I realize I've been staring at the computer for hours.

"Hannah?" I call out. No answer. My wife isn't around much these days. Which is fine. We gave up the pretense of a happy marriage years ago. Considering that's nearly as long as we've been together, things haven't been great. She's got a spending habit, and I'm pretty sure she's fucking her tennis coach at the club she insisted we join.

I don't know who else could be here.

I stopped going into the office last year, preferring the silence of this mausoleum, getting more work done at home. I glance at the email in my inbox from my lawyer. Divorce papers. I've been wanting to do it for a while, but I've avoided confrontation and hysterics for so long, I don't even know if it's worth separating to deal with the headache.

She'll put up a fucking fuss when I take away her spending account. Having to pay her alimony will be hard enough to swallow.

Another loud bang has me sighing, closing the inbox and getting up. Dealing with a drunk Hannah in the middle of the afternoon is a fucking shit show I'm not in the mood to deal with. I make it three steps down the hall into the kitchen when I hear someone rustling around in the pantry.

"Hannah?" I call out again.

A loud sniffle comes back in response. I take another step closer, holding open the door. That's where I find Ava.

"Ava? What's going on?" I ask cautiously. She's supposed to be away at college. In the dorms for her freshman year. It's not a school break, as far as I know...

She sniffles again, then turns. Her cheeks are bright red. She's wearing a long winter coat, zipped all the way up to the neck, arms full of boxes of cookies. Her hair's a mess.

"What's wrong, honey?" I ask, and her lower lip trembles in response. Fuck, it's really cute. My favorite thing about Ava is that she is absolutely nothing like her mother.

She's sweet. Innocent. Kind. Black-haired vixen, milk-and-honey pale skin, unlike her mother's box-blonde hair and botoxed spray tan body. Nothing wrong with that. Half the trophy wives at the club look like Hannah. But I'm glad Hannah looks like her father, because lusting after my step-daughter is bad enough. I'd feel worse if she looked like her mom.

But fuck. Ava is a goddamn angel.

She sniffs again, tears still streaming down her cheeks. I step forward and take the boxes of cookies from her arms. She lets me, and I lead her out of the pantry, setting all the boxes down on the counter.

She doesn't say anything while she rummages through them, pulling out an Oreo and stuffing it into her mouth. Her cheeks puff up while she chews.

"You going to tell me what's wrong?"

The tears have stopped, but she still looks weary. She mumbles after shoving another chocolate cookie in her mouth, "I... My boyfriend..." She looks away, tears still streaming.

I take the box from her trembling hands and set it down on the counter, then pull her in for a hug. She relaxes into my arms and I bask in her trust. She takes a deep breath and rests her head against my chest. I stroke her hair.

When I met Hannah, Ava was still just a little runt of a kid. She made me laugh, especially when Hannah would turn her nose up and tell her to behave. We always had a great relationship.

Up until this past summer, she was always just a sweet little kid to me. I don't know what changed. One minute, I was teaching her how to change a tire, so she could leave home with slightly more life-skills than her mother ever bothered to teach her. The next, I was on the ground holding a tire iron, covered in grease, staring up at this fucking angel. She was wearing jean shorts and a baggy t-shirt tied into a knot at her waist. A breeze pulled strands of hair into her face and she brushed it away, leaving behind a smidge of black grease on her cheek. She smirked, rolled her eyes and said, "Alright old man. What's a lug nut and how do I crank it?"

I couldn't tell you why that was the moment, but I didn't laugh at kid-Ava's joke. She winked at me, like she was flirting.

She was still just a kid, even if she was legal. And my fucking step-daughter, I reminded myself. She didn't know what she was doing. She was still just exploring her sexuality, having no fucking clue what kind of impact she made on dirty old men like me. Thirty years her senior, I was in no position to entertain the idea of Ava as anything other than my sweet, young stepdaughter who was still learning about the world.

I woke up and gave myself that very same pep-talk for the rest of the fucking summer. I avoided the pool while she pranced around in a bikini. And even though she insisted I be the one to help her move into the dorm, not her real parents, I spent the entire afternoon with her saying fatherly-things, like, avoid frat houses, don't drink from open containers, focus on her studies. She smirked that too-adult-smirk, rolled her eyes, and when she hugged me goodbye, pulled back and bit her lip, I told myself my reaction was inappropriate. She wasn't flirting. She was saying goodbye. She was nervous and excited for this next big chapter in her life.

That was three and a half months ago. I've seen her once since then, over Thanksgiving break. She breezed in and out of the house, with none of the coy, flirtatious, too-adult-smirking from the last time I saw her. It was a relief.

I could be a pervert in private. That was fine. Ava got a boyfriend, and while I grilled her on safe sex, she didn't shy away from the conversation, even though she said they weren't there yet. I was proud of her. Ava was growing up.

But this Ava in my arms, seconds away from sobbing, is not the strong, confident girl I saw just a couple of weeks ago.

I hug her, rubbing her back, then pull away. "Take off this jacket. Come on, I'll make you some dinner and you can tell me what happened."

"I'm not hungry," she whines petulantly.

I snort, then look at the cookies. "Oreo's aren't dinner."

"Okay, Dad." Ava rolls her eyes, and I grumble, wiping a hand over my face.

"Don't call me that."

Ava snorts, then steps back and leans against the counter. Ava has never called me dad, and I really don't want her to start now.

"Seriously, take off the coat. Stay a while. You old enough to drink yet? Oh, shit, my bad. You're still a teenager." I snap my fingers and she snarks back.

"Whatever, old man." She crosses her arms, but still won't take off her coat. She shifts uncomfortably and won't look me in the eye.

"Ava?"

"Jason?"

"What are you hiding?"

Her cheeks burn brighter and she shrugs. "Nothing."

"Right..." I narrow my eyes, then wrap up the cookies. I'm not hungry either. I put them away in the pantry and when I return, she's still just standing there with an awkward look on her face. Biting her lip.

"What the fuck is going on with you? What happened with the boyfriend? Do I need to kick someone's ass?"

She looks down at the ground. Her thick black lashes fan over her eyes, making her look like a forbidden seductress.

"He umm... I got him this present for Christmas. I went to his house to surprise him, to give it to him and..." she grumbles, then looks up at the ceiling, afraid to look me in the eye. "He was with someone else. He was cheating on me."

"I'll fucking kill him," I growl. I mean it, too. Hands fisted at my side, I move to grab my car keys so I can go over there and beat his ass. Ava grabs my arm, shaking her head vehemently.

"No, no, don't."

"Ava," I start, but she keeps shaking her head.

"No, I'm serious. He's not worth it. Honestly, I'm... kind of glad."

"Why are you glad your boyfriend cheated on you?"

"Well... this uhh... present I was going to give him... I debated for a while, all semester, if he was worth it. I guess I'm realizing, the fact that I didn't give it to him so easily is pretty telling, you know? It didn't feel right, but I thought I was being too much of a prude, so I was going to give in. Give it to him. I'm glad I didn't, now."

I take a deep breath and drop my keys back on the counter. It's so fucked up, but I have to turn away and adjust my pants. Without looking at her, I clear my throat. "Are you talking about your virginity, Ava?"

Her steps are quiet, but she moves closer to me, until she's standing beside me.

"Yes."

I nod. "Good. I'm glad you didn't give it to him. He didn't deserve it. Or you."

Ava looks up at me with sparkling eyes. "It was supposed to be a present. All wrapped up." Her voice gets breathy. She bites her bottom lip, just like she did last summer when we were changing her tire. I thought then that she didn't know what she was doing.

Maybe she still doesn't, so I pull away. "Yeah. Good. Wrap it up." I don't know what I'm saying. She snorts and rolls her eyes, like she does.

I become very aware of her heavy winter coat. Her deft fingers find the tag and she starts to pull it down. Judging by her hesitance, I think I have an idea of what she's hiding. I should stop her.

I don't.

She tugs the zipper all the way down until I see a peek of what she's wearing underneath. That's enough to have me grabbing her hand. "Ava, stop."

"Jason. Did it ever occur to you that my mom doesn't deserve you either?"

I grind my teeth and look away. "Don't say shit like that." I hear the zipper continue down, but I don't look. My cock grows uncomfortably hard and heavy, straining against my zipper. Ave has to bend over to unzip all the way. It's one of those long puffy coats that hits the knees. I bought it for her two years ago. It still fits.

In my periphery, I see skin and something pink. "Ava. Put your coat back on." My voice comes out like gravel.

"You told me to take it off. Several times, actually."

I sigh, scrubbing my hand over my face. "Ava, don't be obtuse. This is highly inappropriate. Your mother--"

"Is fucking her tennis instructor? As we speak, probably. I texted her and told her I was coming home. She said to tell you she'd be home tomorrow. She got a room at the club tonight so she could wake up early for instruction."

I bark out a laugh.

"She doesn't deserve you."

"Ava, stop. I'm telling you to put your coat on, and that has nothing to do with Hannah."

She pushes the coat off her shoulders. I hear, rather than see it, hit the floor. Ava's hand comes to my waist and I snatch her wrist. She gasps. Finally, I turn to face her.

I shouldn't have.

She's a wet fucking dream.

"What the fuck are you wearing?" I rasp.

"You like it?" She cocks her head to the side, biting her lip, big eyelashes blinking over bright blue eyes. "I told you, I'm a present. Do you want to unwrap me?"

A slew of curses build on the tip of my tongue, but all I can do is stare. Her bra is nothing but a bow. I'm not sure what will happen to it if I tug on the bow's tail, unwrapping it. The panties are the same, the bow large enough to hide what's underneath, but doing nothing to hide her perfect fucking figure. Small curves, a teenager coming into adulthood. Smooth, pale skin. I feel my cock leaking the longer I stare.

I'm hard. So fucking hard, it hurts.

"You wore this for that piece of shit?"

She shrugs a shoulder. "I thought it would be fun. A girl only loses her virginity once, you know? Well, twice, I guess, if we're counting anal."

"Jesus fucking christ, please be quiet. Ava, you can't--we can't--I don't know what you think is going to happen. I mean, fuck, you were just crying about your boyfriend. You don't want this. I don't want this."

She doesn't call out the lie. Instead, she shakes her head and says, "I wasn't crying about him. I was embarrassed. Angry at myself. You know, I texted my mom before I even came here. When she said she wasn't going to be home, that's when I decided to come here. Jason," she pleads, taking a step closer.

"Ava--"

"Jason," she whispers again. Her hand reaches out, sliding to my abdomen. She hums appreciatively. I may be nearing fifty, but I'm in excellent shape. My chest puffs up, despite the fact that my step-daughter finding me attractive is not a good thing.

I think.

"You don't want this. Trust me. I'm not just saying that because it's wildly inappropriate. I am not a gentleman. And you're trying my fucking patience."

Her eyes light up without an ounce of fear. She looks turned on, eyes glittering, chest heaving. She leans in closer. I can smell her perfume. The same kind I bought her for her thirteenth birthday, to celebrate her first year as a teen. We'd barely known each other then. I was nothing but the newest guy in her mom's life. I had money, a nice house. She got stability. I loved to spoil her. I still do.

Which is why this is so hard.

Because I would spoil the fucking shit out of her if I could. In ways I never could before. I'd do it now, if I could bring myself to just... let this happen. But I can't. I tell her no, again, resolved to end this once and for all. Not just no to tonight, but to put that image of her long, raven black hair blowing in the wind, too-adult smirk, plump lips, sunshine, incredible figure, out of my fucking mind forever.

But Ava, my dirty little angel, breaks me down with two little words.

She lowers down to her knees, looks up at me with those blue eyes sparkling, and tugs on the bow that hides her perfect tits. "Please, Daddy?"

My cock strains painfully. I can't tear my eyes away. I hold in a breath. My mouth goes dry. She pulls on the bow tails, and the long silk material unravels, revealing the most beautiful pair of tits I've ever seen. Small, no bigger than a handful. Perky. Pink nipples, hard-tipped, begging to be sucked on. The frame of the bra does nothing to hide or hold her up.

My mouth waters.

Her hand goes to the tie on her panties. Fuck, I can't be held responsible for whatever happens when she pulls on that silk string.

"Stop. Ava, listen to me very carefully." There's an edge to my voice she's never heard before. She stiffens, but nods.

"I told you, I'm not a gentleman. You want me to fuck you? You want your daddy to take your virginity? It's going to hurt."

"Will you make me cum?"

I clench my jaw. "Yes. I will make you cum. And bleed. Do you still want daddy's cock?"

There's fire in her eyes. She nods, but I shake my head. "Say the words, princess. I need to hear the words."

"Yes, Daddy. I want your cock. Please take my virginity."

Jesus fucking christ. "Get up."

She does, and her little tits bounce as she moves. "Take off your bra." She reaches behind her back and unclasps the material. It falls to the floor.

"Come on." I lift my chin toward the hallway. My office is at the end. She hesitates for a second. I raise my eyebrows and cross my arms.

She nods, smirks, then turns and walks down the hall, giving me a perfect view of her round ass, hips swaying with each step. I can barely walk straight, afraid I'll cum in my pants at the sight. She's God's gift. Wild, sexy, innocent. Her panties are nothing but a string at the back. When she steps into my office, I tell her to stop. She does, instantly. God, she's perfect.

Running my hand up her back, slowly at first, I take in the softness of her skin, fingertips trailing over her warm shoulders, leaving goosebumps in their wake. I don't know what I did to deserve this--blessing or a curse, I'm not sure which yet--but fuck, she feels good. When I reach her neck, I press her torso forward, and, hesitantly, she allows me to push her down, so she's bent at the waist.

I take a step back and admire the view. Pink string underwear and a perfect, round ass, high in the air. "Spread your legs wider." She does. I can't tear my eyes away from her pussy, barely hidden by the material. A travesty. A treasure.

A present.

On my knees, I spread her ass cheeks and lick the back of her pussy all the way up to her asshole. The material drags against my tongue, and Ava cries out. I keep licking, pulling the material off to the side so I can slip my tongue inside her virgin hole. It's so pretty. So tiny. Little pucker, begging for a finger. This girl's never been fucked and I'm already dreaming about taking her ass.

I lick, lapping her up, loving how soaked her panties are getting, noticing how her legs tremble with each kiss.

"Oh! Oh!" she cries out, clenching her ass cheeks in surprise. I chuckle, then pull away and slap her cheek. I didn't even hit her that hard and my palm print is bright against her pale skin. So, naturally, I slap the other side.

"Are you wet for me, Ava?"

"Yes, Daddy. I'm so wet," she whispers.

"Stand up," I command. I walk around her and come to stand in front of her. I look down, taking her in. Skin flushed, eyes at half mast, horny and desperate. Fuck, I don't know if I've ever been this turned on before.

Without taking my eyes off hers, I tug on the bow hiding her pussy. The strings fall open the same way the bra did, revealing more strings and a tiny triangle of material.

"Take them off."

She hooks her thumbs under the strings, then shimmies the material down her hips. I take a step back to admire this Christmas present that just showed up in my kitchen, crying, eating cookies, wet and ready. I bet she tastes like chocolate right now.

I begin unbuttoning my shirt. I have a t-shirt on underneath, but it's about to get hot in here. I toss it on the low leather couch, leaving on the t-shirt, never taking my eyes off her pussy. She fidgets, uncomfortable under my direct gaze, but doesn't complain.

I unbuckle my belt, then take a seat on the couch. "Come here."

I almost laugh at how quickly she scurries into my lap. Situating her tiny body, legs straddling me, her hands go right to my zipper. But before she pulls it down, she bites her lip and looks up.

"Can I take it out, Daddy?"

"Yes, princess. You can't take out daddy's cock, now." I stroke her hair while she works the material. I lift off the couch so she can pull my pants and briefs down just enough to pull out my thick cock. I try not to cum when she wraps her small, unsure fist around my length. Fuck, that feels good.

"Spit on it."

Her eyes widen, meeting mine, and I give her a nod of assurance. She smiles, then looks down, gathers her spit, and spits on my cock. Without having to instruct her, she works it in, running her fist up and down my length, squeezing and stroking.

I keep petting her hair. "That's real good, princess. Squeeze a little harder. Don't be shy, honey." I close my eyes for a moment and try to remember the last time I had my cock stroked by hands that weren't my own. It's been a while. One of Hannah's friends at the club. I stopped by because she was bugging me about some charity event. I fucked her friend in the coat closet before writing a check for the event and disappearing without so much as a goodbye. I really need to divorce that woman.

But then I wouldn't have a step-daughter anymore.

"Okay, that's enough," I tell Ava, pulling her hands up so they rest on my shoulders. Gripping her hips, I help her lift and line my cock up at her entrance. I work the tip through her folds, breaking the seal. I don't know why I'm surprised, but she's soaked, her pussy juice dripping onto my cock. I rub through her slick, tapping the steel head against her clit. Ava moans and tries to chase my length, begging me to just put it in.

"What do you need, Princess?"

"Please, Daddy. Please fuck me. I need you so bad. It hurts," she whines.

"Okay, honey. Daddy's here."

I hold my cock to Ava's entrance, then encourage her down. Oh fuuuuck, she's a tight fit. A fucking vise grip, she chokes my length while I push in, forcing through her barrier. I feel the moment I break her hymen. Ava cries out.

I stroke her hair and whisper in her ear. "It's okay, Ava, honey. Daddy's got you." I lift her hips then pull them back down, bringing my thumb to her clit, rubbing the silky wet juice around the sensitive nub. With one hand, I encourage her to lift and lower, pulling me in and out of her sweet, tight channel so she can get used to me, while I thumb her clit with my other hand.

"Oh, Daddy! Yes!" Ava cries while I rub her clit harder, faster. She relaxes around me, so I grip her hips and pull her down hard, so my length is seated fully inside her. She cries out in pain as I nearly split her in half, while I almost pass out in ecstasy. It's the tightest thing I've ever felt. The tightest fucking pussy on earth, squeezing me so hard it almost hurts.

I thumb her sensitive clit until she's quaking in my lap. I feel when she cums, her slick gushing warmth around my cock, pussy walls contracting, squeezing even tighter.

"That's it, princess, come for Daddy."

When she comes down, she looks at me, wide-eyed and sated. And I smirk.

Then hold her tight, flip her onto her back on the couch, pull out and shove back in, hard. I spread her knees wide, and she screams while I fuck her mercilessly. I pull my hips back then slam in, and she's so fucking tight, there's almost no room for me, but I make it work. I force it in, finding home in her sweet pussy.

Ava sobs while I relentlessly fuck her, gripping her ass cheeks to hold her tight, working my hips and thrusting in and out, in and out, faster and faster, over and over again.

"I told you Daddy wasn't gentle. I tried to tell you," I grunt, then pull her legs so they're thrown over my shoulders. My balls slap against her ass and I pound into her, my thick cock stroking her pussy so good.

"Oh god, Daddy, I--I--"

"You what, princess? What do you need from daddy? You need a juice box? No? A ride to the mall? You need daddy to wipe your tears away?"

"I need daddy to make me cum!" she screams back and I start laughing.

"Okay, princess. Whatever you want, daddy will give you." I angle my hips and thrust up, then play with her clit. I can feel when her channel contracts again, her orgasm building.

So, I let mine come. My lower back tightens. I pull out and thrust in, more controlled. My balls pull up, one more rub of her clit and Ava is screaming, coming hard. My cock bursts deep inside her and I spray my seed, thrusting erratically, whispering filthy shit in my step-daughter's ear while I unload inside her. It feels so fucking good. Spots dance across my vision. It's like she's sucking the life out of me through my cock and all I feel is mind-bending pleasure.

"Fuck yeah, choke on my dick, princess. You love my cum, don't you, honey? You want daddy's cum?"

"Yes! Yes!"

After I empty inside her, I pull out and look at the mess we've made. Our cum spills out of her red, raw-fucked pussy. A little blood mixed in. My heart tightens. It's such a beautiful sight.

I reach down and rub my fingers in it. Then I start pushing it back in, stuffing my cum back inside her. I didn't even ask if she's on birth control. But I suddenly desperately need her cunt to swallow every drop of my cum.

"What are you doing?" She asks, languidly, lazily stroking her fingers over my biceps.

Maybe she thought this was where the fantasy would end. Unfortunately for her, I'm not fucking done. "My cum is leaking out of your pussy. I told you, I wanted you to take it all. What are we going to do now?"

Ava looks down between us. Her pussy lips are red and puffy, a stark contrast against her smooth pale skin.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, princess?"

"If your cum is leaking, maybe you could give me some more?" Her fingers reach down to meet mine, and she helps to shove the white jizz back inside her.

"You want more of my cum, sweetie?"

"Yes, daddy. I do."

"Are you a cumslut, Ava?"

She bites her lip. Then smirks that too-adult smirk. "Maybe."

Fuck. I'm hard again. She's probably sore. I don't care.

I pull her up, but then there's a loud bang from the other room. The sound of the kitchen door opening. Ava's eyes widen in fear. I smirk.

I reach over and grab my shirt, the button up I took off, then fit it over her torso and help her put it on. She threads through the arms, shaking in panic, while I calmly, slowly button it up.

I grab a blanket thrown over the back of the couch, then pull Ava onto my lap. The noise in the other room grows louder, closer. "Jason?" Hannah calls out.

Ava is literally shaking in my arms. I reach down, grab my cock, lift Ava's hips, then shove inside her. She gasps in surprise, clenching tight with nerves. Then I drape the blanket over our lap. And I reach over the coffee table, grab the remote, and turn on the TV that's mounted behind my desk. Sometimes I just sit in here and work and turn the TV on for background noise.

It's on CNN. I laugh, and she squeezes her pussy. "Jason!" Ava hisses, trying to squirm off my lap, but I don't let her go anywhere, gripping her hips in place. It's fine if she wants to squirm. It feels fucking great. "My mom is coming!" She hisses.

"What did you just call me?"

She huffs like a petulant teenager. Oh, right. She is one. "Daddy," she corrects, and that's when Hannah enters my office.

"Oh! There you are. What are you two--"

"Just watching some TV. Ava had a bad night, so I'm comforting her." I squeeze my arms around her, hugging her close from behind, while pushing my cock deeper inside her. Ava's stiff in my arms, so I thrust up. She squeaks, so I do it again.

Hannah, oblivious, says, "Whatever. Look, I just wanted to let you know I crashed my BMW. Well, it was the valet's fault--" Hannah proceeds to tell me some elaborate story about how she's going to need a new car, and how none of it is her fault. I sneak my hand down Ava's lap to play with her clit. She squeaks, and tries not to react, but I can feel her squeeze me tighter.

It only takes a few minutes for Ava to roll her hips. Small, subtle movements, but she can't help herself. My eyes threaten to roll into the back of my head, so I reward her by reaching beneath her thigh and tease her asshole.

"And then, you're not going to believe this--"

"Mmmhmmm," I moan, letting Hannah continue. Her eighteen-year-old daughter fucks my lap, squeezing her perfect, tight cunt around my thick cock, while I rub our cum over her clit and asshole, shaking as she gets closer to orgasm in front of her oblivious mother.

"Hannah," I finally interrupt. "No problem. Go buy a car." I grab the remote and change the channel, pretending I'm watching the TV and not balls deep in her daughter.

"Oh. really? Okay. I thought you'd be more mad." I am, but that's for another day. Right now, I have more important things to attend to. She adds, "While you're in a giving mood, Ava needs some money for school. Next semester's books, maybe some new clothes, that sort of thing."

"Thay true, honey? You need daddy to buy you some new things for school?"

"Daddy? That's weird," Hannah scoffs, as though it's not weird Ava's rolling on my lap, sweating, and wearing my fucking shirt. Hannah hasn't even looked down to notice Ava's pink bow underwear on the office floor. "Whatever. Anyway, thank you! I'll just be another minute. I need to grab another phone charger, I left mine in the car, but it was towed away." Hannah waves and heads back down the hallway.

We can still hear her shuffling things around. I wrap my hand around Ava's mouth, and, because I know it'll freak her out with her mother in the next room, I rip the blanket off, and thrust up. Relentlessly flicking her clit, holding her close, I destroy Ava's pussy for all future men. I pound into her, and Ava starts squeaking, trying to hold in her pleasure. She comes hard. My lap is a mess. I'm soaked with it.

Hannah makes noise in the other room. I flip Ava onto her stomach and fuck her from behind.

"Bye! See you tomorrow!" Hannah yells.

"Don't you want to say goodbye to your kid?" I shout, laughter in my voice. Ava tries to turn and glare at me, but I grip her head and shove it face down onto the couch.

"Bye Ava honey, I love you!"

"Tell your mom you love her," I tease, slapping her ass, not losing any momentum as I thrust. She doesn't do it, so I slap her other ass cheek harder.

She grunts, then cries out, "Love you, mom!"

Then the door slams.

"There's a good girl. You make daddy so proud. Now, be a good little cumslut and let me fill you up. I'm gonna pump so much cum into this tight virgin hole, it'll spill out of you for days. And then?"

"Then what?" she grunts.

"Then I'm gonna take your virgin ass."