Petricia was lost. She wasn’t just having an orgasm, but she was experiencing a total systemic collapse.

As he began to pull back and drive back in with a ferocious, jackhammer rhythm, her body exploded into a series of violent, rhythmic climaxes. Her vaginal walls clamped around him like a vice, milking him with desperate, spasmodic contractions that nearly sent them both over the edge.

"OH GOD! MIKE! OH MY GOD!" she shrieked, her voice cracking. "IT’S TOO MUCH! IT’S SO BIG! AAAAAAHHHH!!!"

"ON SECOND THOUGHT...! PLEASE...! AT LEAST USE PROTECTION BECAUSE I COULD GET PREGNANT...!!!"

"Hahahahaha! Beg all you want, but I won’t use condoms because they’re uncomfortable because they don’t have the perfect size for me!" Mike spanked her ass. "If you want to be mad, better blame it on your husband’s tiny dick that can’t satisfy you at all!"

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

"MRRGGHH~! AGH~ AHH~! AAHH~! NNHHH~! OOHH~!"

Every thrust was a seismic event. He was fucking her with a primitive, relentless savagery, his hips striking her with enough force to make the entire bed creak and groan. Petricia’s head was thrown back, her eyes rolled so far back they were almost white, and her mouth was locked in a permanent, gaping O of ecstasy.

She was a fountain of sound moans, shrieks, and incoherent pleas for more, interspersed with the wet, slapping sounds of their colliding bodies. She was drowning in him, submerged in a sea of sensation so intense that her mind had completely vacated the premises.

There was no husband, no marriage, no social standing, but there was only the massive, driving force of Mike, the heat of his skin, and the divine, violent agony of being truly, utterly possessed.

As Mike’s massive shaft hammered into her with the force of a sledgehammer, Petricia’s brain felt like it was melting, turning into a warm, gooey slurry of pure sensation. The repetitive, violent impact was pushing her past the point of sanity, forcing her into a loop of unending, convulsive orgasms that she couldn’t switch off even if she wanted to.

’Oh god... oh sweet god... he won’t stop to give me a breather...!’ her mind screamed through the fog of pleasure. ’I’m breaking... I am literally breaking apart!’

’Every time he slams into me, it’s like a lightning bolt hitting my womb!’

She tried to grasp at a memory of her training, trying to find some anchor in the familiar, but the comparison was humiliating and undeniable.

’The dildo... that stupid, expensive silicone toy... it was a lie!’ she thought hysterically as a particularly deep thrust made her entire body arch like a bow. ’It was so large, so intimidating, but it was dead.’

’It had no heat, no soul, no power. It was just plastic.’

’But this... this is alive! This is a living, breathing god of a man carving his name into my very insides!’

Then, a massive, deep thrust sent a shockwave through her that made her vision go momentarily black. She realized with terrifying clarity why she couldn’t catch her breath, why she couldn’t stop the waves of climax from crashing over her.

"AAAHH...! NOOO~! WAIITTT~! DON’T MOVE LIKE THATTT~!"

"OOHHHHH~!!!! NHUUUOOHHH~!!! OOHHHNNN~!"

"My cock is much better than your sex toy, right?!" Mike laughed. "Not even a sex toy can replicate this size and technique, hahaha!"

’Oh no... I’ve never felt... like this... he’s totally different compared to my husband...? Is it because he’s still young and healthy...?’

’He’s touching it...’ The thought hit her with the force of a revelation. ’He’s not just inside me... he’s hitting the very bottom...’

’He’s reaching the deepest, most secret part of me, the place where no one has ever dared to go...’

’My husband... stays in the shallow waters. He dances around the edges, careful not to disturb the peace.’

’He treats me like a garden to be tended... but Mike is a storm meant to ravage the earth!’

Another lunge, deeper than the last, sent a fresh volley of screams from her throat.

PLAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPP~!

"AAAHHHNN~!!! NGGGUUHHHHHH~!!! OHHHHHHHGGOODDDD~!"

’My husband is a whisper, and this... this is a roar!’

’He hits that spot, and it’s like my whole universe resets... It’s too deep, it’s too much, and it’s too fucking wonderful!’

’How did I live years pretending that those lukewarm, polite nights were enough?!’

’How did I survive without this violence?!’

’My mind and feelings have these mixed feelings, but ugh...! Don’t stop, Mike! Hit that spot again! Break me! Smash me into pieces so there’s nothing left of the old Petricia!’

She was no longer a person, but she was merely a collection of nerve endings reacting to his overwhelming mass. She was a slave to the rhythm, a prisoner of the depth, and as she felt him grind his pelvis against her with bruising force, she accepted her fate, but she would never be whole again, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

"AAHHH~! OAAHH~! AAHHHN~!"

’This rough, intense sex... a dildo can never match this, yes...’ Petricia thought. ’Even though this is the last thing I should do...’

’Even though I shouldn’t welcome any dick except my husband’s... let alone my own tenant...’

"Hurry up... just cum already, Mike...!!!"

"Nahhhh~! I’m going to ravage your insides first!"

’I have to end this quickly, or... he’s going to make me cum until I really can’t put a stop to it... I’m already at my limit...!!!’

Just as Petricia felt she might actually pass out from the sheer intensity of the sensations, Mike suddenly slowed his pace. He didn’t stop, but the violent, piston-like thrusts transitioned into a slower, more deliberate grind that allowed him to look her full in the face.

His eyes glittered with a mischievous, devilish light. Reaching beside the nightstand, his large hand snatched up her smartphone, the device that held her emails, her calendar, and her connection to her "perfect" life.

"N-no... Mike, wait..." Petricia gasped, her voice trembling as she saw the screen light up.

A surge of pure, unadulterated panic sliced through her euphoria. "Not the phone! Put it down! Please, don’t—"

Click!

The bright flash of the camera lens felt like a strobe light against her blown-out pupils. Before she could even scramble to cover herself, Mike was holding the phone at a perfect angle, capturing her mid-moan, her hair matted with sweat, her face a mask of raw, shameless lust, and her body draped precariously over the bed in a pose of utter debauchery.

"Mike! Please stop it!" she whimpered, her hands flying up to shield her chest, her eyes darting around in a frantic attempt to regain some semblance of dignity. "If anyone sees... if HE sees... oh god, he’ll kill me!"

"Delete them! Please, delete them right now!"

The thought of her husband seeing her like this—not the polished professional, not the graceful wife, but this sweating, panting, gaping creature—sent a chill of dread through her.

Mike let out a low, rumbling chuckle, his thumb scrolling through the gallery with a casual, cruel elegance. He zoomed in on a video of her throat working desperately around him, the audio capturing her guttural, unrefined cries.

"Relax, Petricia," Mike teased, his voice dripping with mock tenderness as he leaned down to nip at her earlobe. "Why the panic?!"

"Why act like a shy little virgin when you’re behaving like a seasoned pro?"

"Because it’s... it’s scandalous!" she choked out, a tear of stress escaping her eye. "Those are... those are secrets!"

"Those belong in a vault!"

Mike grinned, looking back at the screen where her distorted, ecstatic face stared back at her.

"Secrets? Nahhh, don’t be ridiculous! These aren’t scandals," he lied smoothly, his eyes dancing with malice. "These are commemorations..."

"A digital trophy of the exact moment you finally surrendered. Think of them as historical records of your true self. Every moan, every flush, every drop... captured forever."

He tapped the screen one more time, capturing a close-up of her swollen lips and the mess of semen decorating her chin.

"Please stop...! Ugghhhhh..."

"They’re masterpieces," he added, his voice dropping to a husky growl as he tossed the phone aside and reclaimed her hips with renewed vigor. "And don’t worry..."

"A collector always keeps his finest treasures very, very close to his heart. Now, quit worrying about the footage and start worrying about surviving the rest of this." He sends all the video and images to his phone. "There... all done~!"

"It’s our first time fucking, after all! Gotta take lots of pictures, don’t you think?!"

"That is... stop it...! Delete themmm~! OGGHHH~!"

Without waiting for her response, he dove back into her, the sudden return to heavy, punishing thrusts forcing the panic right out of her lungs and replacing it with a fresh, deafening scream of pleasure.

Mike decided that mere penetration wasn’t enough, so he wanted to expose her completely, to widen her very existence so he could occupy every available millimeter of her. He reached down, his massive, calloused thumbs hooking into the tender, swollen folds of her vulva.

With a grunt of effort, he began to pry her open, spreading her labia wide, forcibly expanding her entrance to reveal the glistening, pulsing depths of her core.

"Look at how much you can take!" Mike crowed, his voice echoing with sadistic glee. "Spread wide for me, you hungry little hole!"

"Show me how much of a mess you really are!"