Last Siblings: Breeding to Save Humanity

The generation ship Endurance drifted through the black void like a forgotten cathedral of steel and glass, its massive bulk humming with the low, eternal thrum of engines that had not paused in decades. Outside the observation decks the stars were cold pinpricks, uncaring witnesses to the catastrophe that had scoured Earth clean and left only two hearts still beating inside these sterile corridors. Cody, twenty years old and broad-shouldered from years of maintenance work that no longer needed doing, moved through the empty mess hall with the restless energy of a man who had run out of tasks. His dark hair was longer now, curling at the nape where he kept forgetting to cut it. Every footfall echoed too loudly.

Gwen was already there, nineteen and barefoot on the cool composite flooring, her slim frame wrapped in a soft gray shipsuit she had left half-unzipped in the recycled warmth. The fabric clung to the gentle swell of her breasts and the narrow dip of her waist. She looked up when he entered, green eyes catching the overhead strips of light, and for a moment neither of them spoke. Months of solitude had sanded away the easy banter they once shared as stepsiblings thrown together by their parents’ late marriage. Now the air between them felt thick, charged with everything the ship’s AI had begun repeating in its calm, synthetic voice every morning.

“Directive priority one remains active,” the AI had intoned again at dawn, speakers soft in every cabin. “Viable genetic pair detected. Procreation protocols engaged. Estimated arrival at Kepler-442b in forty-seven months. Population continuity requires immediate reproductive effort. Fertility windows tracked. Compliance will ensure species survival.”

Cody had listened with his cock already half-hard against the sheets, shame and hunger twisting together until he could barely breathe. He knew Gwen heard it too. He had seen the flush climb her throat the last time the message played while they ate reconstituted protein together.

He crossed to the dispenser and poured two cups of the bland nutrient broth they both pretended was coffee. When he set one in front of her their fingers brushed. The contact lasted half a second too long. Her skin was warm, smoother than he remembered from the rare times they had roughhoused as teenagers. He pulled back, but not before the heat of it shot straight down his spine.

“You sleep any better?” he asked, voice rougher than he intended.

Gwen’s lips curved in a small, tired smile. “The AI keeps whispering about my cycle. It’s hard to dream through that.” She lifted the cup, steam curling around her face. “I keep thinking about Mom and Dad. How they’d react if they knew we were the only ones left to… finish what they started.”

Cody’s gaze dropped despite himself, tracing the open V of her shipsuit where the inner curves of her breasts pressed together. He remembered diving into the same hydroponic bay yesterday, both of them soaked from a coolant leak, her nipples dark and peaked against the wet fabric. He had looked away then. He could not look away now.

“We’re not blood,” he said quietly, the words tasting like permission and sin at once. “That has to count for something when the whole fucking species is riding on us.”

Her breath hitched. She set the cup down and stood, circling the table until only a handspan separated them. Up close he could smell the faint citrus of the soap still stocked in the hygiene alcoves, mixed with the warmer scent of her skin. Loneliness had hollowed them both out; hunger had begun to fill the space.

“I’ve been walking the lower decks at night,” she admitted, voice low. “Trying to tire myself out. But every empty corridor just reminds me you’re somewhere else on this ship, alone the same way I am. I catch myself wondering what you’d do if I knocked on your cabin door.”

Cody’s cock thickened fully inside his own shipsuit. He did not bother to hide the ridge it made. Gwen’s eyes flicked down, lingered, then lifted again with a heat that made his pulse hammer. She was not pulling away. She was leaning in, almost imperceptibly, as if the AI’s relentless calculus had finally loosened something inside her that grief and duty had kept locked.

“I’ve thought about it too,” he confessed. “More than I should. You’re my stepsister. I used to help you with homework. Now I lie awake imagining how you’d feel under me, how wet you’d get if I finally put my mouth between your legs and made you come so hard the whole ship would hear it. We have to breed, Gwen. The computers won’t shut up about it. But fuck—part of me wants it for reasons that have nothing to do with saving humanity.”

A soft sound escaped her throat, half gasp, half moan. She reached out and laid her palm flat against his chest, feeling the hard muscle and the rapid beat beneath. Her fingers trembled. “I touch myself thinking about you,” she whispered. “Fingers sliding in while I pretend they’re yours. I come with your name in my mouth and then I feel guilty for half a second before I start again. The loneliness is killing me slower than any vacuum leak ever could. And the AI is right. We are the last. If we don’t… if I don’t let you fill me…”

She broke off, cheeks scarlet, but her hand stayed. Cody covered it with his own, larger and rougher, trapping her warmth against him. The sterile lights hummed overhead. Somewhere deeper in the ship a recycling fan kicked on, the only other living sound for light-years.

He leaned down until his forehead nearly touched hers. “Tell me you want this. Not because of the directive. Because you want me inside you, breeding you the way the future needs. Say it and I won’t stop circling you like a starving animal anymore.”

Gwen’s free hand rose to the open collar of his suit, fingertips brushing the hollow of his throat. Her voice was barely air. “I want it. I want you to fuck me, Cody. I want to feel you come deep and keep coming until there’s no chance I won’t catch. I’m so empty it hurts. Look at me the way you’ve been looking and then do something about it before I go crazy.”

The words hung between them, raw and irrevocable. Cody’s free hand slid to her waist, thumb stroking the soft give of her side through the fabric. He could feel the subtle flare of her hip, the heat radiating from the core of her. His mouth hovered a breath from hers. One tilt and he would taste her. One more step and the months of hungry glances would collapse into skin and sweat and the wet, filthy necessity of survival.

Yet he held still, drinking in the way her pupils had blown wide, the way her breasts rose and fell faster now. The ship continued its blind race toward a planet neither of them would see fully settled in their lifetimes. Outside, the void waited. Inside, the last two humans stood locked in a tension so sharp it felt like the moment before lightning strikes.

Gwen’s fingers curled into his suit. “Don’t make me wait another night,” she breathed. “The corridors are too quiet. My bed is too big. I need to feel you.”

Cody’s hand tightened on her waist, pulling her half a step closer until the hard line of his cock pressed unmistakably against her lower belly. She gasped at the contact, hips giving a tiny involuntary roll that sent fire racing through him. He could smell her arousal now, faint and sweet beneath the citrus. His mouth watered.

“Tomorrow,” he managed, the word scraped raw. “We start tomorrow. Properly. I’ll come to your cabin after the morning systems check. We’ll do everything the AI wants and more. But tonight I need to walk these decks once more or I’ll take you right here on the table and neither of us will last long enough to make it count.”

She nodded, though her body strained toward him. “Promise me you won’t change your mind.”

“I couldn’t if I tried.” He brushed his lips across her forehead, a chaste brand that still made her shudder. “Go get some rest, Gwen. Dream about what I’m going to do to you. Tomorrow we stop being the last two survivors and start becoming the first two parents of whatever comes next.”

They separated slowly, as if the air itself resisted. Gwen’s shipsuit clung to the damp spot between her thighs when she turned. Cody watched her leave the mess hall, hips swaying with a new awareness, and the hungry glance she threw back over her shoulder nearly undid his resolve. He stayed behind long after the doors sealed, cock aching, mind already racing through every filthy, necessary act they would share once the lights dimmed again.

The AI’s voice returned, soft and relentless from the ceiling. “Fertility peak projected within seventy-two hours. Pair bonding recommended. Compliance ensures continuity.”

Cody closed his eyes and smiled into the empty room, the tension coiling tighter with every breath, ready to snap the moment tomorrow arrived.

The next morning the observation deck smelled faintly of recycled citrus cleaner and the warm steam rising from the dispenser. Cody arrived first, broad shoulders filling the doorway as the stars wheeled slow and cold beyond the curved transparencies. He had spent the night walking the lower decks exactly as promised, cock aching against the fabric of his shipsuit until every step felt like deliberate torture. Now the systems check was finished, the AI’s soft reminders already looping through the corridors, and he set two bowls of the thicker morning nutrient mash on the low table that faced the void.

Gwen came barefoot again, nineteen and glowing with the restless energy that had kept her from sleep. The half-zipped shipsuit still clung to the soft weight of her breasts; the recycled air had already tightened her nipples into visible points. She sat across from him, green eyes bright, and for a long minute they only ate, spoons scraping quietly, the silence thick with everything they had said the night before.

“You look like you didn’t rest either,” she murmured, setting her spoon down. Her bare foot brushed his calf under the table, a lingering glide that sent heat straight into his groin.

Cody’s breath left him in a rough exhale. He reached across and covered her hand where it rested beside the bowl, thumb stroking the delicate bones of her wrist. “I walked every empty corridor twice. Kept thinking about your mouth saying you wanted me to fill you. Kept getting hard again every time I replayed it.” His voice dropped lower. “I’ve been hard for weeks, Gwen. Lying in my bunk stroking myself raw while I pictured pumping load after load into my stepsister until your belly took. The AI can fuck itself with its protocols—I want it because I want you.”

Her fingers turned under his, lacing tight. A flush climbed her throat. “I kept waking up wet. Touching myself and whispering your name into the pillow. I want to feel you inside me, Cody. Not just fingers. You. Stretching me open and breeding me the way the whole ship keeps demanding. I want to feel you come deep and stay deep while it takes.” She leaned closer over the table, the open V of her suit gaping so he could see the inner slopes of her breasts. “I’m done pretending the loneliness is enough. I need your cock. I need you to fuck a future into me.”

The confession cracked something open between them. Cody stood, rounded the table in two strides, and pulled her up against him. His mouth crashed onto hers, hungry and open, tongue sliding deep the second her lips parted. Gwen moaned into the kiss, arms winding around his neck, body molding soft and eager to the hard plane of his chest. She tasted like the sweetener they both added to the mash and the hotter, private flavor of pure want. His hands slid down her back, cupped the full curves of her ass through the shipsuit, and hauled her tighter until the thick ridge of his cock pressed unmistakably against the soft give of her lower belly.

They staggered sideways until her shoulders met the cool transparency of the observation window. Stars wheeled behind her head while Cody’s mouth moved to her jaw, her throat, sucking marks that would last. Gwen’s fingers shoved into his longer hair and tugged; she rolled her hips in a shameless grind, seeking friction against the heavy length trapped between them. “More,” she gasped when he bit gently at the join of neck and shoulder. “Don’t stop. I’ve wanted this so fucking long.”

He yanked the zipper of her suit lower, baring the high, soft swells of her breasts. His palms covered them at once, thumbs sweeping over peaked nipples until she arched and whimpered. “Look at you,” he growled against her skin. “My gorgeous stepsister, dripping for it already. Going to breed you right here if you keep sounding like that.” He pinched one nipple, rolled it, then bent and drew it into his mouth, tongue lashing while she clutched his head and ground harder against his cock.

Gwen’s free hand shoved between their bodies, found the fastening of his shipsuit, and tore it open far enough to wrap her fingers around the hot, thick shaft that sprang free. She stroked him once, twice, thumb smearing the wetness already beading at the tip. “You’re leaking for me. All those weeks hard thinking about filling me—show me. Kiss me like you’re already inside.”

He did. The second kiss was deeper, filthier, all tongues and shared breath and the wet sounds of their mouths. Cody’s hand slid down the open front of her suit, past the soft plane of her stomach, and cupped the bare, slick heat between her thighs. No underwear. Just swollen folds and the unmistakable coat of her arousal coating his fingers the instant he parted her. He rubbed slow circles over her clit while she stroked his cock in the same rhythm, both of them shaking with how good it finally felt to touch instead of only imagine.

“Fuck—Gwen—” He pushed two fingers into her, slow and deep, feeling the tight, silky clutch of her walls. She cried out against his mouth, hips bucking to take him deeper. “So wet. So ready to be bred. Feel how your cunt sucks me in already?”

“Yes—yes, just like that—” She pumped his cock faster, twisting her wrist on every upstroke the way she had practiced alone in the dark. The observation deck lights stayed dim; the stars kept silent witness. Cody fucked her with his fingers in steady thrusts, palm grinding her clit, while his tongue plundered her mouth and her free hand scraped down his back hard enough to leave marks.

They were past any chance of stopping. Gwen yanked his head back up so she could kiss him again, desperate and open, while she guided the fat head of his cock between her thighs, rubbing it through her soaked folds without quite letting him enter. The slick heat of her made him groan into her mouth. “Not yet,” she panted between kisses, though her body begged. “I want you so bad it hurts, but I want the first time you come inside me to last. Take me to the lounge benches. I need to feel every inch of you against me while you keep kissing me like this.”

Cody withdrew his fingers, glistening, and painted her own wetness across her lower lip before kissing it off. He scooped her up; she wrapped her legs around his waist, the bare head of his cock nestled hot against her entrance with every step he took toward the long padded bench that faced the largest viewport. Her shipsuit hung open, breasts bouncing softly with the motion. His hung open too, cock rigid and flushed dark between them.

He sat, settled her astride his lap so her soaked pussy rested directly on the throbbing length of him, and claimed her mouth again. The kiss turned slower only long enough for them both to catch breath, then deepened once more—tongues stroking, teeth nipping, the wet filthy slide of two people who had waited too long. Gwen rocked, coating his cock from root to tip with her arousal, nipples dragging against his chest. Cody’s hands gripped her ass hard enough to bruise, spreading her wider, guiding the slow filthy grind that kept the blunt head of him kissing her entrance without pushing home.

“Tomorrow the AI said fertility peak,” he murmured against her swollen lips. “Tonight we practice every filthy way I can fill my stepsister until you’re dripping with me. Then we do it for real.”

Gwen answered by reaching down, notching him properly, and sinking just the first inch inside her searing heat before lifting off again with a broken moan. “Point of no return already passed,” she whispered. “Don’t you dare stop kissing me. Don’t you dare stop touching me. The next time we leave this deck I’m going to be full of you.”

Outside the stars wheeled on. Inside, the last two humans kissed like the void itself depended on the wet heat of their mouths and the urgent roll of their bodies, tension coiled so tight the next thrust would shatter it completely.

They broke apart only long enough for Cody to stand with Gwen still wrapped around him, her soaked folds sliding slick along the underside of his cock with every hurried step. The observation deck doors whispered shut behind them as he carried her through the empty corridors, past humming bulkheads and the soft glow of emergency strips. Neither spoke; every breath was ragged with the same need. The medical bay doors parted on a hush of recycled air and low amber lighting that left the padded examination table in a warm pool of gold. Instruments lined the walls in neat, unused ranks, their screens dark. The AI’s voice murmured once from the ceiling—“Fertility peak confirmed. Optimal window open.”—then fell silent, as if even the ship understood the moment belonged to them alone.

Gwen’s bare feet touched the cool deck. She stepped back, eyes locked on Cody’s, and peeled the shipsuit from her shoulders with eager, shaking hands. The fabric slid down her arms, over the soft weight of her breasts, past the narrow flare of her hips, until it puddled at her ankles. She kicked it aside and climbed onto the padded table without hesitation, lying back and drawing her knees up, then spreading them wide. The soft foam yielded under her ass and shoulders. Her pussy gleamed under the amber light, flushed and swollen, inner lips parted and glistening with the thick coat of her own arousal. “Look at me,” she whispered, voice husky. “Nineteen years old and so fucking ready for my stepbrother’s tongue. Make me come before you breed me, Cody. I need it.”

He stripped in two rough motions, cock springing heavy and dark against his stomach, the head already smeared with precome. He moved between her thighs, broad shoulders forcing them wider, and buried his face against her cunt without preamble. The first long lick dragged from her dripping entrance straight up over her clit; Gwen cried out, hips jerking. Cody growled into her flesh and sealed his mouth over her, tongue working in firm, relentless strokes. He licked deep into her hole, tasting the sweet-salt flood of her, then swirled around the swollen pearl of her clit, sucking it gently between his lips while two thick fingers slid inside and curled.

“Fuck—yes—just like that—” Gwen’s hands fisted in his longer hair, holding him hard against her. Her thighs trembled on either side of his head. He licked her with single-minded hunger, alternating deep thrusts of his tongue with fast flicks over her clit, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet bay. She was already close; months of aching loneliness and filthy fantasies had wound her tight. When he sealed his lips around her clit and sucked in steady pulses while his fingers fucked her in short, deep strokes, she shattered. Her back arched off the table, a raw moan tearing free as her cunt clenched and fluttered, soaking his chin and mouth with fresh release. “Coming—Cody, I’m coming on your tongue—”

He kept licking her through it, gentling only when she whimpered from oversensitivity, then rose and wiped his glistening mouth with the back of his hand. Gwen sat up on shaking arms, eyes dark with residual pleasure and fresh hunger. She pushed him back onto the table until he lay flat, cock jutting thick and ready. She swung a leg over him, turned to face his feet, and sank down in reverse-cowgirl in one smooth, greedy motion. The fat head stretched her open; she moaned as inch after thick inch stuffed her full until her ass settled against his hips and he bottomed out deep inside her fertile heat.

“God, you’re huge,” she gasped, grinding down hard in slow circles so he could feel every silken ripple of her walls. Cody’s hands locked on her hips, fingers digging into soft flesh, guiding her as she rose and dropped, rose and dropped, the wet slap of her pussy taking him echoing off the bulkheads. He watched the flex of her ass, the way her cunt swallowed him to the root on every descent, the faint sheen of her earlier climax still shining on her thighs. She reached back, braced on his hard stomach, and worked herself faster, grinding her clit against the base of his cock each time she bottomed out.

“That’s it—ride your stepbrother’s cock like you were made for it,” he groaned, hips punching up to meet her. “Feel how deep I am? Going to flood this tight little womb until it takes. Fuck yourself on me, Gwen. Show me how bad you need to be bred.”

She answered with a broken moan and slammed down harder, the reverse angle letting him stroke places that made her thighs shake. Her breasts bounced with every drop; her free hand found her clit and rubbed in tight circles while she used him. Cody’s grip tightened, yanking her down onto every upward thrust until she was crying out continuous filthy encouragement. “Fill me—please, Cody, fill your stepsister’s cunt—I want every drop—breed me raw—”

He lasted only minutes under that assault. With a snarl he lifted her off him, spun her onto all fours on the padded table, and mounted her from behind in one powerful drive. His cock speared deep, balls slapping her clit as he set a punishing, breeding rhythm—long, hard strokes that buried him to the hilt every time. Gwen braced on her elbows, back arched, pushing her ass back to meet him. The table creaked under the force. He draped over her, one hand fisting her hair, the other splayed low on her belly as if he could already feel the future taking root.

“Take it,” he snarled against her ear, hips jackhammering. “Take every fucking inch while I pump you full. This fertile womb is mine tonight. Going to flood it so deep you’ll drip for days. Tell me you want my loads—tell me.”

“I want them—all of them—come inside me, Cody, breed me, fill me until it overflows—” Her voice cracked into a moan as another orgasm ripped through her, cunt spasming hard around his pistoning shaft. The milking contractions dragged him over the edge. He slammed home and held, cock swelling, then pulsed in thick, heavy spurts. Jet after jet of hot seed flooded her, painting her cervix, overflowing around his shaft in creamy rivulets that ran down her thighs. He kept coming longer than either expected, hips twitching through aftershocks, still buried deep while more ropes pumped into her already-stuffed pussy.

Even after the first climax faded he stayed hard inside her. He pulled almost free, then drove back in and resumed the deep breeding strokes, slower now but just as relentless, churning his own cum into her with every thrust. Gwen whimpered and pushed back for more. “Again—give me another load—don’t stop until I’m leaking down both legs—”

Cody fucked her through a second orgasm of her own, then buried himself once more and unloaded again—thicker, hotter, the volume of it shocking even him. Cum forced its way out around his cock in messy white pulses, soaking the padding beneath them. He ground against her cervix until the last spurt left him, then collapsed over her back, both of them panting, sticky and joined. His softening cock still plugged her full; every small shift sent fresh trickles of their combined release sliding down her inner thighs.

They stayed locked like that for long minutes, the soft medical lights painting their sweat-slick skin gold. Cody’s hand stroked lazy circles over her belly, feeling the slight, temporary swell of everything he had poured into her. Gwen turned her head, catching his mouth in a slow, filthy kiss that tasted of her own cunt and shared breath. Outside the bay the ship hummed onward through the void, engines steady, stars cold and endless. The AI remained quiet. Cody nuzzled the damp nape of her neck, already feeling himself twitch with renewed interest inside the hot, overflowing clasp of her. Forty-seven months still stretched ahead of them. He tightened his arm around her waist and began to rock again—slow, shallow, possessive—while Gwen sighed and opened for him once more, the night far from finished and the future still unwritten.

Cody’s hips kept rolling in those slow, shallow pumps, his half-hard cock already stiffening again inside the hot, cum-slick clutch of Gwen’s pussy. She pushed back onto him with a low moan, nineteen and greedy, the padded medical table creaking under their joined weight. Thick ropes of his earlier loads still leaked out around his shaft every time he bottomed out, coating her inner thighs in sticky white trails that dripped onto the foam. He braced one forearm beside her head and used the other hand to reach under, fingers spreading her swollen folds so he could feel himself sliding through the mess he had already pumped into his stepsister.

“Still so fucking full of me,” he growled against the damp skin of her neck, thrusting deeper, grinding the fat head of his cock against her cervix. “Feel that? My cum’s already trying to stay in that fertile little womb. Gonna keep breeding you until it takes, Gwen. No chance you walk off this table without a belly full of the next generation.”

Gwen’s green eyes fluttered half-shut as she rocked back to meet every stroke. “Do it—fuck another load straight into me. I can feel it leaking down my legs and I still want more. Stretch me open again, Cody. Make my cunt remember exactly who owns the last breeding pair on this whole damn ship.” Her voice cracked into a wet gasp when he snapped his hips harder, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing off the bulkheads. She was dripping, the earlier orgasms leaving her walls hypersensitive and greedy, sucking at him with every withdrawal.

He pulled almost free until just the flared head kissed her entrance, then slammed home in one long drive that forced a fresh spurt of their combined juices out around him. Gwen cried out, back arching, tits swinging under her as he set a deeper rhythm—long, possessive strokes meant to churn everything already inside her into froth and drive it higher. Cody watched his thick shaft disappear into her pink, cum-smeared hole over and over, the sight making his balls draw tight all over again. He was twenty and tireless after months of nothing but his own fist; now he had his stepsister’s perfect, dripping pussy milking him and the entire future of the species riding on how many times he could flood her tonight.

“Look at this messy cunt taking me,” he snarled, landing a sharp slap on her ass that left a red print. “Nineteen years old and already stuffed full of stepbrother seed. Gonna keep you knotted on my cock until your belly swells. Tell me how bad you need the next round.”

“I need it dripping out of me while you keep fucking it back in,” she moaned, reaching back to spread her own cheeks wider for him. “Breed me raw, Cody. Don’t pull out once. Just keep coming inside until I’m so full I can’t walk. The ship can wait—your cock doesn’t leave this pussy until I’ve milked every drop.”

He draped over her back, chest slick against her spine, and reached around to rub tight circles on her clit while he pounded deeper. Gwen shattered first, thighs locking, cunt spasming in hard ripples that tried to suck the cum straight out of him. The contractions dragged him right to the edge. He buried himself to the root and let go with a guttural groan, cock pulsing as another heavy load jetted straight against her cervix—thicker, hotter, endless spurts that forced more cream out around his shaft in messy white rivulets. He kept grinding through it, hips jerking, painting her insides until his balls ached empty again.

They collapsed forward onto the table together, his weight pinning her down, cock still buried deep and twitching with aftershocks. Cum leaked steadily around the thick base of him, soaking the padding beneath her hips in a growing wet spot. Cody’s hand slid under her body and splayed across her lower belly, gently stroking the soft skin there as if he could already feel life taking root from the gallons he had pumped into her. Gwen turned her head; their mouths met in a hungry, open kiss that tasted of sweat and shared filth, tongues sliding slow while his cock stayed locked inside the overflowing heat of her.

“We’re doing this,” he murmured against her lips between wet kisses, thumb still circling her belly. “Breeding the future of humanity right here on this fucking table. You and me, stepsiblings, the last two left. I’m going to keep you full every day of these forty-seven months until that new planet sees the first kids we make.”

Gwen pushed back onto him even as more cum oozed out around his still-hard shaft, her voice a filthy whisper. “Next round starts now. Don’t you dare soften. I want to feel you swell again and dump another load while you stroke my belly like that. Fill me until it runs down to my ankles. We’re saving the species one deep, messy creampie at a time.”

Cody’s cock throbbed back to full hardness inside her without leaving her cunt for a second. He started rocking again—slow, filthy grinds that squelched their mixed juices out with every thrust—while his hand never left her belly and their mouths stayed locked. The Endurance hummed onward through the black, engines steady, carrying the last breeding pair toward Kepler-442b with Gwen’s stuffed pussy already leaking fresh ropes of her stepbrother’s cum down both thighs as he prepared to flood her all over again.

His hips snapped harder, balls slapping wetly against her clit, cock jackhammering deep while he growled filthy promises about keeping her knotted and dripping for the entire voyage. Gwen moaned into his mouth and clenched around him, milking hard, already chasing the next orgasm that would drag another thick load straight into her womb. Cum kept leaking in creamy pulses around his buried shaft as they fucked like the survival of everything depended on how many times he could empty into that greedy nineteen-year-old cunt before the lights cycled again.