The suitcase stood open and half-full on the bed, a hollow promise of the lonely weeks to come. But Lilly wasn’t thinking about packing. Her entire world had narrowed to the low hum of arousal coursing through her, a relentless thrum that originated from the full, invasive pressure of the silicon plug nestled deep inside her. She stood before Jay, her husband, who was watching her with a familiar, darkening hunger in his eyes.“See something you’re going to miss?” she purred, shifting her weight to one hip. The black lace of her nightie was a mere whisper against her skin, the matching thong a narrow strip of fabric doing a futile job of containing her. She could feel the cool metal of the plug’s base pressing against the lace, a constant, dirty reminder of its presence.Jay’s gaze was a physical touch, hot and heavy. “I’m going to miss this fucking view,” he growled, his voice rough. “Come here.”She didn’t walk; she sauntered, each movement calculated to make the lace brush against her sensitized nipples, to make the plug shift just enough inside her to draw a sharp, quiet gasp from her lips. She stopped just inches from him, the heat from his body radiating against her.“I need you to ruin me before I go, Jay,” she breathed, her hand finding the solid, thick line of his cock straining against his jeans. “I need you to fucking own this pussy so I can feel you for the whole damn trip. I want to be your little cum dumpster slut, remember? I want to sit on every plane, in every meeting, dripping with you.”A groan ripped from his chest. His hands shot out, grabbing her hips and yanking her against him. The denim of his jeans was a brutal, delicious friction against her barely-covered mound. But it was the specific, targeted pressure of his cock, rock-hard and demanding, that made her knees weaken. He ground himself against her, the head of his dick finding the soaked center of her thong, the lace immediately turning damp and slick.“This what you want?” he grunted, his breath hot against her neck. “You want me to fuck you right through these pathetic little panties?”“Yes, god, yes, Jay, just like that,” she moaned, her head falling back. “Push them inside me. I want to feel the fabric rubbing my clit raw while you fill me up.”He kept up the pressure, a slow, relentless grind. The stretchy black lace of her thong began to yield, to distort. It was a maddening sensation. She could feel the broad head of his cock pressing, not just against her, but through the fabric. The thin barrier was being forced into her swollen, eager entrance, pulled inward by the insistent pressure of his dick.It was an exquisite, teasing torture. He’d push forward, and the lace would stretch, giving way a fraction of an inch, letting her feel the incredible fullness for a split second before the elasticity of the material fought back, pushing him out just a little. In… and out. In… a little deeper… and out. Each micro-movement dragged the soaked lace over her clit, a rough, electric stimulation that had her bucking against him.“Fuck, Lilly, I can feel it,” he rasped, his own movements becoming more frantic. “I can feel your fucking pussy trying to suck my cock through your panties. It’s so goddamn hot. It’s stretching the fabric right into your tight little hole.”His words were a catalyst. With a primal sound, he hooked his fingers into the sides of her thong and ripped them down her thighs in one sharp motion. The cool air hit her wetness, but it was gone in an instant as he spun her around, bending her over the edge of the bed next to the open suitcase. Her ass, with the black jewel of the plug nestled between her cheeks, was presented to him. He palmed one cheek, squeezing hard.“Look at that. My plug’s already in your pretty ass. Now this greedy cunt needs filling.”She heard the tear of a foil packet, but she shook her head frantically, looking back at him. “No. No condom, Jay. I want it raw. I want to feel your fucking cum inside me. I need to feel it leaking out of me tomorrow.”He didn’t need to be told twice. He dropped the packet, his hands returning to her hips. The blunt, slick head of his cock found her entrance again, this time with nothing between them but her own arousal. But he didn’t plunge in. He teased her, rubbing the tip through her wet folds, circling her clit, making her whimper and push back against him.“Please, Jay, fuck me,” she begged, her voice cracking. “I’m so empty. I need your cock. I need you to breed me like your personal slut.”That did it. With one powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her. A guttural cry was torn from both of them. The feeling was astronomical—the sudden, breathtaking fullness, the way her inner walls stretched to accommodate his thick length, the jolt of the plug inside her shifting with the impact, ramming against his cock through the thin membrane that separated them.“Fuck, Lilly,” he panted, his hands digging into her hips as he began to move. “Your pussy is fucking gripping me like a vice. It’s so goddamn wet and tight around my cock.”His pace was punishing, each thrust a claim. She could only hold onto the comforter, her moans muffled by the fabric as he pounded into her. The sound of their bodies meeting, skin slapping against skin, filled the room. Every nerve ending was on fire. The dual sensation of being filled from the front and the back was pushing her toward the edge with terrifying speed.“I’m gonna come, Jay, I’m gonna come so hard,” she screamed, her body starting to tremble violently.“Do it,” he commanded, his rhythm becoming erratic, frenzied. “Come all over my fucking dick. Milk my cum out of me, you perfect slut.”His words tipped her over. Her orgasm exploded through her, a seismic wave of pleasure that clenched every muscle in her body. Her inner walls convulsed around his shaft, pulling a ragged shout from him as his own release hit. She felt the hot, pulsing jets of his cum flooding her depths, coating her inner walls, the sensation so intense she saw stars behind her eyelids.But he didn’t pull out. As the last spasms of her orgasm rippled through her, he stayed buried deep inside, his body heavy on hers. He collapsed over her back, his breath coming in hot gusts against her shoulder. His softening cock was still twitching inside her, each minor pulse sending another trickle of his release into her well-used pussy.“Stay right there,” he murmured, his voice hoarse with exhaustion and satisfaction. His arms wrapped around her, holding her tightly against him, keeping his cum sealed inside her. The warmth of it, the sheer intimacy of the moment, was almost more overwhelming than the orgasm itself. She could feel every inch of him, inside and out, his sweat-slicked skin glued to hers.He nuzzled her neck, his lips brushing her ear. ”I’m not done with you yet,” he growled, his voice low and possessive. ”This cunt is mine. I’m going to keep you right here, stuffed full of my cock and my cum, until I decide otherwise.” His words sent a shudder down her spine, the raw dominance in his tone making her flush with heat all over again. She could feel his breath, hot and heavy, against her skin as he pressed her deeper into the mattress, his weight pinning her in place. His cock was still thick and pulsing inside her, even as it softened slightly, and every tiny twitch sent another wave of satisfaction through her. The plug in her ass shifted slightly as he moved, the dual fullness making her whimper softly.He tightened his arms around her, his hands roaming possessively over her body—one sliding up to cup her breast, the other moving to grip her hip hard enough to leave marks. ”You’re not going anywhere,” he murmured, his lips trailing down her neck to nip at her shoulder. ”Not until I’ve claimed every last inch of you. You’re my little cum dumpster slut, remember? And I’m not finished.” His hand on her breast squeezed roughly, his fingers teasing her nipple through the lace of her bra until it hardened painfully. She gasped, arching into his touch, even as his other hand slid lower, pressing against the base of the plug still nestled deep inside her. The pressure made her clench around his cock involuntarily, and she felt him groan against her skin.”God, you’re still so tight,” he muttered, his voice thick with arousal. ”Even after I’ve filled you up, your greedy little pussy is still trying to milk me dry.” He shifted slightly, his hips grinding against hers, and she could feel a fresh trickle of his cum leaking out around his shaft. The sensation was maddening—hot and sticky and impossibly intimate. She whimpered again, her body trembling under his as he began to move again, slow and deliberate, his cock stirring the mess he’d made inside her. ”You feel that?” he whispered, his breath hot in her ear. ”That’s my cum, making a fucking mess of you. And it’s not enough. I’m going to fill you again. And again. Until you can’t walk without feeling me leaking out of you.”His words were a promise, a threat, and a command all at once. She felt herself responding to them instantly, her body growing hot and pliant under his touch. He pulled out slowly, the drag of his cock against her sensitive walls making her gasp, before thrusting back in with a hard, possessive snap of his hips. The plug shifted again, the pressure against her insides making her cry out. ”That’s it,” he murmured, his voice dark with satisfaction. ”Take it. Take everything I give you. You’re mine, Lilly. My slut. My cum dumpster. And I’m going to make sure you don’t forget it.”He kept her there, pinned beneath him, as he began to fuck her in earnest again—slow at first, then faster, his hips slapping against hers with a rhythm that left no doubt about who she belonged to. She could feel every inch of him, every pulse of his cock as it filled her again and again, and the way his cum mixed with her own slickness only made the sensation more intense. The plug in her ass shifted with every thrust, the dual pressure pushing her closer and closer to the edge once more. By the time he finally spilled inside her again, filling her with another hot burst of his release, she was trembling uncontrollably, her body completely overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of his possession. He stayed buried deep inside her afterward, his arms wrapped tightly around her as he whispered filthy promises in her ear, her body still shaking with the aftershocks of what he’d done to her.

The suitcase stood open and half-full on the bed, a hollow promise of the lonely weeks to come. But Lilly wasn’t thinking about packing. Her entire world had narrowed to the low hum of arousal coursing through her, a relentless thrum that originated from the full, invasive pressure of the silicon plug nestled deep inside her. She stood before Jay, her husband, who was watching her with a familiar, darkening hunger in his eyes.

“See something you’re going to miss?” she purred, shifting her weight to one hip. The black lace of her nightie was a mere whisper against her skin, the matching thong a narrow strip of fabric doing a futile job of containing her. She could feel the cool metal of the plug’s base pressing against the lace, a constant, dirty reminder of its presence.

Jay’s gaze was a physical touch, hot and heavy. “I’m going to miss this fucking view,” he growled, his voice rough. “Come here.”

She didn’t walk; she sauntered, each movement calculated to make the lace brush against her sensitized nipples, to make the plug shift just enough inside her to draw a sharp, quiet gasp from her lips. She stopped just inches from him, the heat from his body radiating against her.

“I need you to ruin me before I go, Jay,” she breathed, her hand finding the solid, thick line of his cock straining against his jeans. “I need you to fucking own this pussy so I can feel you for the whole damn trip. I want to be your little cum dumpster slut, remember? I want to sit on every plane, in every meeting, dripping with you.”

A groan ripped from his chest. His hands shot out, grabbing her hips and yanking her against him. The denim of his jeans was a brutal, delicious friction against her barely-covered mound. But it was the specific, targeted pressure of his cock, rock-hard and demanding, that made her knees weaken. He ground himself against her, the head of his dick finding the soaked center of her thong, the lace immediately turning damp and slick.

“This what you want?” he grunted, his breath hot against her neck. “You want me to fuck you right through these pathetic little panties?”

“Yes, god, yes, Jay, just like that,” she moaned, her head falling back. “Push them inside me. I want to feel the fabric rubbing my clit raw while you fill me up.”

He kept up the pressure, a slow, relentless grind. The stretchy black lace of her thong began to yield, to distort. It was a maddening sensation. She could feel the broad head of his cock pressing, not just against her, but through the fabric. The thin barrier was being forced into her swollen, eager entrance, pulled inward by the insistent pressure of his dick.

It was an exquisite, teasing torture. He’d push forward, and the lace would stretch, giving way a fraction of an inch, letting her feel the incredible fullness for a split second before the elasticity of the material fought back, pushing him out just a little. In… and out. In… a little deeper… and out. Each micro-movement dragged the soaked lace over her clit, a rough, electric stimulation that had her bucking against him.

“Fuck, Lilly, I can feel it,” he rasped, his own movements becoming more frantic. “I can feel your fucking pussy trying to suck my cock through your panties. It’s so goddamn hot. It’s stretching the fabric right into your tight little hole.”

His words were a catalyst. With a primal sound, he hooked his fingers into the sides of her thong and ripped them down her thighs in one sharp motion. The cool air hit her wetness, but it was gone in an instant as he spun her around, bending her over the edge of the bed next to the open suitcase. Her ass, with the black jewel of the plug nestled between her cheeks, was presented to him. He palmed one cheek, squeezing hard.

“Look at that. My plug’s already in your pretty ass. Now this greedy cunt needs filling.”

She heard the tear of a foil packet, but she shook her head frantically, looking back at him. “No. No condom, Jay. I want it raw. I want to feel your fucking cum inside me. I need to feel it leaking out of me tomorrow.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He dropped the packet, his hands returning to her hips. The blunt, slick head of his cock found her entrance again, this time with nothing between them but her own arousal. But he didn’t plunge in. He teased her, rubbing the tip through her wet folds, circling her clit, making her whimper and push back against him.

“Please, Jay, fuck me,” she begged, her voice cracking. “I’m so empty. I need your cock. I need you to breed me like your personal slut.”

That did it. With one powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her. A guttural cry was torn from both of them. The feeling was astronomical—the sudden, breathtaking fullness, the way her inner walls stretched to accommodate his thick length, the jolt of the plug inside her shifting with the impact, ramming against his cock through the thin membrane that separated them.

“Fuck, Lilly,” he panted, his hands digging into her hips as he began to move. “Your pussy is fucking gripping me like a vice. It’s so goddamn wet and tight around my cock.”

His pace was punishing, each thrust a claim. She could only hold onto the comforter, her moans muffled by the fabric as he pounded into her. The sound of their bodies meeting, skin slapping against skin, filled the room. Every nerve ending was on fire. The dual sensation of being filled from the front and the back was pushing her toward the edge with terrifying speed.

“I’m gonna come, Jay, I’m gonna come so hard,” she screamed, her body starting to tremble violently.

“Do it,” he commanded, his rhythm becoming erratic, frenzied. “Come all over my fucking dick. Milk my cum out of me, you perfect slut.”

His words tipped her over. Her orgasm exploded through her, a seismic wave of pleasure that clenched every muscle in her body. Her inner walls convulsed around his shaft, pulling a ragged shout from him as his own release hit. She felt the hot, pulsing jets of his cum flooding her depths, coating her inner walls, the sensation so intense she saw stars behind her eyelids.

But he didn’t pull out. As the last spasms of her orgasm rippled through her, he stayed buried deep inside, his body heavy on hers. He collapsed over her back, his breath coming in hot gusts against her shoulder. His softening cock was still twitching inside her, each minor pulse sending another trickle of his release into her well-used pussy.

“Stay right there,” he murmured, his voice hoarse with exhaustion and satisfaction. His arms wrapped around her, holding her tightly against him, keeping his cum sealed inside her. The warmth of it, the sheer intimacy of the moment, was almost more overwhelming than the orgasm itself. She could feel every inch of him, inside and out, his sweat-slicked skin glued to hers.

He nuzzled her neck, his lips brushing her ear. ”I’m not done with you yet,” he growled, his voice low and possessive. ”This cunt is mine. I’m going to keep you right here, stuffed full of my cock and my cum, until I decide otherwise.” His words sent a shudder down her spine, the raw dominance in his tone making her flush with heat all over again. She could feel his breath, hot and heavy, against her skin as he pressed her deeper into the mattress, his weight pinning her in place. His cock was still thick and pulsing inside her, even as it softened slightly, and every tiny twitch sent another wave of satisfaction through her. The plug in her ass shifted slightly as he moved, the dual fullness making her whimper softly.

He tightened his arms around her, his hands roaming possessively over her body—one sliding up to cup her breast, the other moving to grip her hip hard enough to leave marks. ”You’re not going anywhere,” he murmured, his lips trailing down her neck to nip at her shoulder. ”Not until I’ve claimed every last inch of you. You’re my little cum dumpster slut, remember? And I’m not finished.” His hand on her breast squeezed roughly, his fingers teasing her nipple through the lace of her bra until it hardened painfully. She gasped, arching into his touch, even as his other hand slid lower, pressing against the base of the plug still nestled deep inside her. The pressure made her clench around his cock involuntarily, and she felt him groan against her skin.

”God, you’re still so tight,” he muttered, his voice thick with arousal. ”Even after I’ve filled you up, your greedy little pussy is still trying to milk me dry.” He shifted slightly, his hips grinding against hers, and she could feel a fresh trickle of his cum leaking out around his shaft. The sensation was maddening—hot and sticky and impossibly intimate. She whimpered again, her body trembling under his as he began to move again, slow and deliberate, his cock stirring the mess he’d made inside her. ”You feel that?” he whispered, his breath hot in her ear. ”That’s my cum, making a fucking mess of you. And it’s not enough. I’m going to fill you again. And again. Until you can’t walk without feeling me leaking out of you.”

His words were a promise, a threat, and a command all at once. She felt herself responding to them instantly, her body growing hot and pliant under his touch. He pulled out slowly, the drag of his cock against her sensitive walls making her gasp, before thrusting back in with a hard, possessive snap of his hips. The plug shifted again, the pressure against her insides making her cry out. ”That’s it,” he murmured, his voice dark with satisfaction. ”Take it. Take everything I give you. You’re mine, Lilly. My slut. My cum dumpster. And I’m going to make sure you don’t forget it.”

He kept her there, pinned beneath him, as he began to fuck her in earnest again—slow at first, then faster, his hips slapping against hers with a rhythm that left no doubt about who she belonged to. She could feel every inch of him, every pulse of his cock as it filled her again and again, and the way his cum mixed with her own slickness only made the sensation more intense. The plug in her ass shifted with every thrust, the dual pressure pushing her closer and closer to the edge once more. By the time he finally spilled inside her again, filling her with another hot burst of his release, she was trembling uncontrollably, her body completely overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of his possession. He stayed buried deep inside her afterward, his arms wrapped tightly around her as he whispered filthy promises in her ear, her body still shaking with the aftershocks of what he’d done to her.

Lilly, preparing for a trip, wants to ensure her husband Jay leaves her well-used and filled with his cum. She dresses in a slutty nightie and a butt plug, begging Jay to fuck her raw and leave her dripping with his cum for the entire trip. Jay obliges, pushing her panties into her pussy and fucking her hard, leaving her stuffed full of his cum.

Fucking Through Panties to Creampie Bliss

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