Elena, the sharp-tongued CEO who never yielded control, pinned Marcus against the silk sheets with a wicked grin. "Darling, you must know why my husband could never plant a child in me. Oligoasthenoteratozoospermia turns his sperm into utter failures—too weak to swim far enough to reach my egg, just flailing uselessly in the dark."
Marcus arched a brow, voice low and teasing. "And here I thought you simply preferred better company."
"Oh, I do," she shot back, her laugh cutting like fine wine. "Deformed little bastards, some with two heads like grotesque twins, all malformed and doomed. They die within seconds or fall apart from the currents of a woman's fluids—mine especially. And how delightfully vulnerable they are to a rival male's fertile sperm. Yours would crush them without mercy."
Her words ignited her, leaving her pussy wet and dripping. She seized his already hard cock, stroking with commanding authority. "I'm so horny for a real contender."
Elena dropped for a blowjob, her mouth relentless and skilled as Marcus panted beneath her grip. She took charge, flipping him and grinding her ass against him before guiding his cock deep into her throbbing pussy. They moved in a frenzy, sweating and panting, her strong thighs locking him in place until she came with a fierce cry, his cum flooding her as they collapsed in ecstasy.
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