In the dark, under the musky sheets, both gasped the warm, damp, stinking air desperate for breath. Sealed in that filthy cocoon made from her bedsheets, she wondered if this was how the victims of parasitic wasps felt; nuzzled up tight in the cosiest space imaginable with a partner endlessly violating them. Only useless wriggling and gyrating as means of impossible escape. He, meanwhile, only thought of the softness of her flesh as he worked another load of his seed deep inside it. Both bodies half covered in slime, both their cum extruded from her cunt, kept warm by their bodies and painted ever thicker over the sheets and it’s contents by the endless and almost mechanical breeding.

He slid a passionate hand down her navel to rest on her lower tummy, feeling his cock bulge it out when he ground deep made him cum once again. A fresh mix of sticky white oozed out where it could around his tightly gripped shaft and what working abdominal muscles she had contracted in orgasm. The air was so thick with the stench of cum it could have been chewed; it made both their moans sound an octave lower.

Mind cleared post orgasm, she thought to come out for air; wet shaky fingers felt through the duvet to freedom only to retreat immediately from the air outside, painfully cold on her wet and sensitive skin. There was no escape from the cosy prison, she couldn’t face the world outside of it. He wasn’t finished with her yet. Two fingers slathered in fuck filth coiled into her mouth and dragged her back against him, back into the centre of their cocoon, where the thick air full of the smell of cum and the tight grip of his arms made her pussy twitch around the cock hardening inside it once again.