Elena pinned Marcus to the silk sheets with a wicked grin, her strong hands roaming his chest as she straddled him. "Listen closely, lover," she purred, her voice sharp and teasing. "My husband's got Oligoasthenoteratozoospermia. Those sperm of his? Too weak to swim far enough to reach my egg. They flop around like drunk sailors in a storm."
Marcus groaned, already hard against her thigh. "Deformed how?" he asked, fingers tracing her curves.
"Two heads, for starters," Elena laughed, biting his lip. "Ugly little mutants that split apart or die within seconds from the currents in my pussy. My fluids sweep them away like trash. And don't get me started on rival sperm—yours would crush them without breaking a sweat."
She slid down, taking his throbbing cock into her mouth for a slow, deliberate blowjob, her tongue working magic while she kept talking between licks. "Imagine those weaklings trying to compete. They'd fall apart before you even got close." Marcus panted, sweating as her wet lips drove him wild.
"Horny yet?" she teased, rising to grind her dripping pussy along his length. "Because I'm not submissive tonight. You're going to fill me properly." Elena mounted him, guiding his hard cock deep inside with a moan, riding him with fierce control. Her ass bounced as she set a punishing rhythm, witty barbs flying: "Feel that? My husband's army couldn't survive this heat."
They moved together, panting and sweating, her strong body dominating every thrust. "Yes, deeper—show those deformed freaks who's boss," she commanded. Marcus came hard, his cum flooding her as she climaxed around him, both lost in the explosive heat.
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