Weekly Poll #14 - OC / Cammy White (Street Fighter) {Story 28} (Patreon)

Weekly Poll #14 - OC / Cammy White {Story 28}

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The Delta Red facility sat on the outskirts of London, tucked behind high fences and layers of security. Inside one of the quieter wings, Dr. Arthur Maxime’s office was simple but comfortable — a wide wooden desk, two leather armchairs, a long therapy couch against the wall, and soft lighting that didn’t feel like an interrogation room. Arthur was forty-two, tall and solid, with calm gray eyes and a steady voice that made even the hardest soldiers open up during evaluations. He had spent the last fifteen years deprogramming special forces operatives and evaluating the mental fitness of Britain’s top units.

Today his newest patient was Cammy White.

She sat across from him in one of the armchairs, legs crossed, wearing the standard Delta Red training gear that hugged her athletic frame. At twenty-two, Cammy was all lean muscle and dangerous grace — long, powerful legs, a tight waist that flared into a thick, rounded ass, and full, firm tits that strained against her top. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a simple ponytail, and her green eyes still carried that haunted look from the months of deprogramming she’d already gone through.

Colonel Wolfman had brought her in six months ago. The amnesiac young woman had no memory of her life before waking up in a Shadaloo facility. She only knew the “Killer Bee” conditioning — kill on command, obey without question. Wolfman saw something worth saving. He gave her a name, a place in Delta Red, and a chance at a real life. Now it was Arthur’s job to make sure she could handle it.

“Morning, Cammy,” Arthur said, voice warm but professional. “How are you sleeping?”

“Better,” she answered. Her accent was a soft mix of British and something unplaceable. “The nightmares are less frequent. I don’t wake up reaching for a knife anymore.”

Arthur nodded, making a note. “Good. And the flashbacks?”

“Still happen. But I can pull myself out of them now.” She shifted in the chair, uncrossing and recrossing her legs. The motion made her thick thighs flex and her ass shift against the leather.

They had been working together for weeks. At first the sessions were strictly clinical — talking through her conditioning, rebuilding her sense of self, teaching her that she was more than a weapon. But the more time they spent alone in this room, the harder it became to ignore the chemistry. Cammy was beautiful, strong, and incredibly responsive to praise. Arthur found himself noticing the way her tits moved when she laughed, the curve of her ass when she stood up, the way her long legs looked in those tight pants.

Today the session started like any other. They talked about trust. About family. About the other members of Delta Red who had slowly become her first real support system.

“You’re doing the work,” Arthur told her. “That’s what matters. You’re not the Killer Bee anymore. You’re Cammy White. You choose who you want to be.”

Cammy looked at him for a long moment. “And what if I don’t know who that is yet?”

“Then we keep figuring it out together.”

The air in the room felt thicker than usual. Cammy stood up and walked to the window, staring out at the training fields. Arthur’s eyes followed the sway of her thick ass, the way her hips moved with each step. When she turned back, she caught him looking. Instead of calling him out, she gave a small, almost shy smile.

“You’ve been staring at me a lot lately, Doctor.”

Arthur didn’t deny it. “Hard not to. You’re a beautiful woman, Cammy. And you’ve come so far.”

She walked back toward the desk, stopping right in front of him. “I feel… different when I’m around you. Safe. But also… something else.”

Arthur stood up slowly. They were close now, only a foot apart. “Tell me what that something else feels like.”

Cammy’s breath quickened. “Warm. Restless. Like my body wants something I don’t have words for yet.”

He reached out and gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. His fingers brushed her cheek. “Would you like me to help you find the words?”

She nodded.

Arthur pulled her in and kissed her. Cammy melted against him immediately, hands fisting his shirt as she kissed him back hard. Months of quiet tension, professional distance, and unspoken attraction finally snapped. His hands slid down her back and cupped her thick ass, squeezing the firm, rounded flesh through her pants. Cammy moaned into his mouth and pressed her body closer, her full tits crushing against his chest.

They moved together toward the therapy couch. Arthur sat down first and pulled her into his lap, straddling him. Cammy rolled her hips immediately, grinding her pussy against the growing bulge in his trousers. His hands roamed up under her top, cupping and mauling her heavy tits through her sports bra. He squeezed the soft, heavy weight, thumbs brushing over her stiff nipples until she gasped and arched into his touch.

“Doctor… Arthur…” she breathed, rolling her hips again, pressing her soaked crotch harder against his bulge.

“Tell me what you want,” he said against her neck, voice low and rough. His fingers kept groping her tits, pinching and rolling her nipples through the thin fabric.

“I want to feel good. I want you to show me… everything.”

Arthur pulled her top off, then tugged her sports bra up and over her head. Her full, firm tits spilled free, bouncing slightly with the movement. He groaned at the sight and immediately leaned in, cupping both heavy mounds in his large hands. He squeezed them firmly, fingers sinking into the soft flesh, then brought one stiff nipple to his mouth. He sucked hard, tongue swirling around the sensitive peak, teeth grazing lightly while his other hand continued groping and kneading her other tit.

Cammy moaned loudly, one hand threading through his hair as she held him against her chest. “That feels… so good…”

Arthur switched to the other nipple, sucking harder, lapping at it with broad strokes of his tongue while he continued mauling the soft weight of her tits. He pressed them together, burying his face between them, licking and sucking every inch he could reach. Cammy’s hips kept grinding against his bulge, rolling in needy circles, her thick ass shifting in his lap.

They stripped each other quickly after that. Arthur’s trousers came off, his thick, hard cock springing free. Cammy stared at it, biting her lip, eyes wide with a mix of nerves and hunger.

“Touch it,” he said softly.

She wrapped her hand around his shaft, stroking slowly at first, exploring the warmth and hardness. Her fingers slid up and down, thumb brushing over the leaking head, spreading the precum. “It’s so warm… so hard,” she whispered, stroking him a little faster. “I can feel it throbbing.”

Arthur groaned, hips twitching into her hand. “Just like that… keep stroking my cock while I play with these perfect tits.”

He leaned in again, sucking hard on one nipple while his hands kept groping and squeezing her heavy breasts. Cammy stroked him faster, twisting her wrist, learning what made him groan louder. Her long legs tightened around his hips as she kept grinding her soaked pussy against his thigh.

Arthur reached between her legs, sliding two fingers along her dripping folds. “You’re dripping already,” he murmured against her tit. “So wet for me.”

He guided her down onto his cock. Cammy sank onto him slowly, moaning loudly as he stretched her open. Once he was buried to the hilt, she started riding him, rolling her hips in deep, needy circles. Her heavy tits swayed right in front of his face with every movement. Arthur caught one nipple in his mouth again, sucking hard while his hands gripped her thick ass, helping her bounce.

“Fuck, Cammy… you feel incredible,” he groaned, hands squeezing her ass cheeks, spreading them as she rode him faster.

Her heavy tits bounced heavily in front of his face, jiggling with every drop. Arthur kept sucking and licking them, switching from one to the other, leaving them shiny with saliva. The wet sounds of her pussy sliding up and down his cock filled the quiet office — loud, slick, obscene.

“Arthur… it feels so good,” she panted, bouncing harder, her thick ass slapping against his thighs.

He slapped her ass lightly, making the firm cheek ripple. “Ride it harder. Show me how much you want it.”

Cammy moaned and bounced faster on his cock, her heavy tits jiggling wildly in front of his face with every drop. Arthur suddenly stood up, still buried deep inside her. He wrapped his arms under her thick ass, lifting her easily as she kept her long, powerful legs locked around his waist. He carried her across the office to the desk, his cock sliding in and out of her with every step, making wet, filthy sounds.

He laid her back on the cool wooden surface and hooked her long legs over his shoulders, folding her. The new angle let him sink even deeper as he started fucking her with steady, powerful strokes. Cammy’s eyes fluttered shut, a loud moan escaping her lips.

“Arthur… oh god, you’re so deep,” she gasped.

Her heavy tits bounced wildly on her chest with every thrust, the full, firm mounds jiggling and swaying. Arthur couldn’t resist. He reached down with both hands and grabbed them, squeezing the soft, plush flesh hard. His fingers sank deep as he mauled them, thumbs flicking and pinching her stiff nipples while he drove into her.

“These tits are perfect,” he groaned, eyes locked on the way they bounced in his grip. He leaned down and sucked one dark nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, tongue swirling and flicking rapidly while his other hand kept groping and kneading the other tit. He pressed them together, burying his face between the soft warmth, licking and sucking greedily.

Cammy’s first orgasm hit fast. Her back arched sharply off the desk, pussy clamping down around his cock in strong, rhythmic pulses. “Arthur— oh fuck!” she cried out. Fresh wetness gushed around his shaft, soaking his balls and dripping down onto the desk. Her heavy tits shook and trembled in his hands as the orgasm rolled through her, legs quivering over his shoulders.

Arthur kept thrusting through every pulse, hips snapping forward, the wet squelching of her soaked pussy growing louder. “That’s it… cum on my cock. Good girl.”

He fucked her through the climax, then pulled out with a wet sound. Before she could catch her breath, he flipped her over the desk, bending her over the edge. Her thick ass was high, cheeks spread slightly. Arthur gripped her wide hips and thrust back inside her from behind in one smooth motion.

Her thick ass rippled every time his hips slapped against it. Arthur reached around and rubbed her swollen clit in firm circles while he fucked her hard, long powerful strokes that made her ass bounce and jiggle.

“Tell me how it feels,” he said, voice rough, still rubbing her clit.

“So full… so deep,” Cammy moaned into the desk, pushing her ass back against him. “Don’t stop… please don’t stop.”

He fucked her harder, the desk creaking loudly under them. Her heavy tits hung beneath her, swaying and swinging heavily with every thrust, nipples brushing the wooden surface. The wet, filthy sounds filled the office — loud skin slapping, her soaked pussy squelching around his thick cock, and Cammy’s broken, needy moans.

Cammy came again, legs shaking hard, moaning loudly into the wood as her pussy pulsed and fluttered around him. Arthur kept pounding through it, hips snapping, then buried himself deep with a low groan. He pumped his first thick load into her cunt, hot ropes of cum flooding deep inside her.

They were both breathing hard. Cum leaked out around his cock and ran down her thighs in warm, sticky streams.

But he wasn’t finished.

He pulled out slowly, turned her around, and sat her on the edge of the desk facing him. He stepped between her spread legs and slid back inside her in one smooth thrust. Cammy wrapped her long legs around his waist, heels digging into his lower back as she pulled him closer.

“Again,” he said, voice low and rough. “I want to feel you cum on my cock one more time before we’re done today.”

Cammy nodded eagerly, pulling him in for a messy kiss. Arthur kept thrusting into her on the edge of the desk, steady and deep. Her long legs stayed wrapped tight around his waist, heels digging into his lower back. Her full, firm tits bounced with every thrust, the soft mounds jiggling right in front of his face. He leaned down and sucked hard on one nipple, then the other, tongue flicking rapidly across the stiff peaks while his hands gripped her thick ass, spreading her cheeks so he could drive even deeper.

“Arthur… fuck, it’s so deep like this,” Cammy moaned, her voice breathy and needy. Her pussy was soaking wet, gripping his cock with every stroke, the wet squelching sounds loud in the quiet office.

“You feel incredible,” he groaned against her tit, sucking harder. “So tight and wet. This pussy was made for taking cock.”

He picked up the pace, hips snapping forward harder. Cammy’s thick ass rippled against the edge of the desk with every thrust. She leaned back on her elbows, letting her heavy tits bounce freely while she watched him fuck her. The sight of his thick cock sliding in and out of her, coated in her wetness and his cum, made her moan louder.

“Harder,” she gasped. “I want to feel all of it.”

Arthur obliged, fucking her with deep, powerful strokes. One hand left her ass and moved between them, rubbing her swollen clit in firm circles. Cammy’s legs started trembling around his waist. Another orgasm built fast.

“I’m gonna cum again,” she panted, head falling back.

“Cum on my cock,” Arthur said, rubbing her clit faster. “Let me feel you squeeze me.”

Cammy came hard, crying out as her pussy clamped down around him in strong pulses. Fresh wetness gushed around his shaft, dripping down onto the desk. Her whole body shook, tits jiggling wildly as the orgasm rolled through her. Arthur kept thrusting through it, groaning at the tight squeeze, then buried himself deep and pumped his second thick load into her cunt. Hot ropes of cum flooded her, mixing with everything already inside.

They stayed like that for a moment, breathing hard. Cum leaked out around his cock and ran down her ass onto the desk in warm, sticky trails.

Arthur pulled out slowly, his cock still hard and shiny with their mixed juices. He helped Cammy off the desk, her legs shaky, and turned her around. He bent her over the edge again, but this time he spread her legs wider, making her thick ass stick out even more. He dropped to his knees behind her for a moment, spreading her cheeks with both hands and licking her pussy from behind. His tongue dragged through her soaked folds, tasting their mixed cum, before pushing inside her. Cammy moaned loudly, pushing her ass back against his face.

“Arthur… that feels so fucking good,” she whimpered, voice trembling. “Your tongue… oh god…”

He licked her thoroughly, sucking on her swollen clit and lapping up the cum leaking from her. Cammy’s thick thighs shook, her heavy tits hanging and brushing the desk as she rocked back against his mouth. After a few long minutes of him eating her out, Arthur stood back up, lined up, and thrust back into her from behind in one smooth, deep motion.

This position let him go incredibly deep and hard. He gripped her wide hips tightly and fucked her with long, powerful strokes, watching her thick ass ripple and bounce every time his pelvis slapped against it. Cammy’s heavy tits hung beneath her, swaying heavily and brushing the wooden surface with every thrust, nipples dragging back and forth.

“God, this ass,” he groaned, slapping one cheek hard. It jiggled beautifully under the impact, a red handprint blooming on her skin. “So round and soft when I fuck you like this.”

Cammy pushed back against him eagerly, moaning steadily. “Don’t stop… fuck me harder, Arthur. Please.”

He reached around her body and found her swollen clit, rubbing it in firm, fast circles while he pounded into her. The wet, filthy sounds filled the office — loud skin slapping skin, her soaked pussy squelching loudly around his thick cock, and Cammy’s broken, needy moans. Her heavy tits swung back and forth beneath her, the soft flesh jiggling with every powerful thrust.

“Tell me how much you love it,” he said, voice rough, still rubbing her clit.

“I love your cock,” she gasped, pushing her ass back harder. “It feels so good stretching me… filling me up with cum. I can feel it leaking out of me every time you thrust.”

Arthur fucked her faster, hips snapping forward. “Yeah? You like being full of my cum? This tight pussy just keeps taking load after load.”

“Yes… I love it,” Cammy moaned louder. “I love how full you make me. Don’t stop fucking me.”

He kept pounding her, one hand mauling her swinging tit from underneath, squeezing the heavy flesh and pinching her nipple while the other rubbed her clit relentlessly. Cammy came again, legs shaking hard, moaning loudly into the desk as her pussy fluttered and pulsed around him. Fresh wetness gushed around his cock, mixing with the cum already inside her.

Arthur groaned at the tight squeeze and kept thrusting through her orgasm. He buried himself deep with a low groan and pumped another thick load into her cunt, hot ropes of cum flooding deep inside her. He stayed buried for a long moment, grinding slowly as he emptied himself.

They were both drenched in sweat. Cum ran down Cammy’s thighs in thick streams, dripping onto the floor.

Arthur pulled out and sat back in his office chair, legs spread. His cock was still hard, glistening with their mess. “Come here, Cammy. Sit on it.”

She straddled him in the chair, facing him. She reached down, wrapped her hand around his slick cock, and stroked him slowly a few times, spreading their combined juices. Then she sank down onto him, taking every inch until her thick ass rested against his thighs. This time she controlled the pace, rolling her hips in deep, grinding circles before lifting and dropping.

Her heavy tits swayed right in front of his face with every movement. Arthur grabbed her ass with both hands, spreading her cheeks wide as she rode him. “That’s it… ride my cock just like that. Use me.”

Cammy bounced harder, her thick ass slapping against his thighs rhythmically. Her tits bounced heavily, jiggling inches from his mouth. He caught one stiff nipple between his lips and sucked hard, tongue flicking rapidly while his hands kneaded and spread her ass.

“Fuck, Arthur… your cock feels so good inside me,” she moaned, riding him faster. The chair creaked under them. Wet, filthy sounds echoed through the office — her thick ass slapping his thighs, her soaked pussy squelching loudly around his cock, and her loud, needy moans.

He slapped her ass lightly, making the firm cheek ripple. “Bounce harder. Let me feel that tight pussy take every inch. Show me how much you love being fucked full of cum.”

Cammy rode him with everything she had, rolling her hips and grinding down hard, her heavy tits bouncing wildly in his face. Arthur kept sucking and mauling her tits, switching from one to the other, leaving them shiny with saliva. Another orgasm built fast inside her. She ground her clit against him on every downstroke, moaning louder and louder.

“I’m cumming again,” she gasped, voice breaking.

Her pussy clenched tight around him as she came, body shaking, tits jiggling wildly in his face. Arthur groaned and thrust up into her, pumping yet another thick load deep into her cunt. Cum overflowed, leaking out around his cock and running down his balls onto the chair.

Cammy slumped against his chest, breathing hard, her body trembling with aftershocks. Arthur wrapped his arms around her, stroking her back gently while his cock stayed buried inside her.

“You’re incredible,” he murmured against her hair. “So responsive… so fucking wet for me.”

Cammy let out a soft, tired laugh. “I didn’t know it could feel like this.”

Arthur kissed her shoulder. “We’re just getting started.”

He lifted her off his cock, turned her around in the chair so she was facing away from him, and pulled her back down onto his lap. He slid back inside her from behind in one smooth motion, burying himself deep. One arm wrapped around her waist, holding her close, while the other reached down to rub her swollen clit. Her thick ass pressed firmly against his stomach, rippling every time she moved.

They stayed like that for long minutes, grinding slowly and deeply. Arthur’s hand mauled one of her heavy tits, squeezing the soft flesh and pinching her stiff nipple while he whispered filthy encouragement in her ear.

“Feel how full you are?” he murmured, rolling his hips up into her. “All that cum I pumped into this tight pussy… and you’re still taking more.”

Cammy moaned, rolling her hips in slow circles, grinding her ass back against him. “Yes… I can feel it leaking out every time you move. It’s so messy… I love it.”

He fucked her a little harder in the seated position, his fingers rubbing her clit faster. Cammy’s heavy tits bounced in his hand, the soft weight jiggling as she moved. He pinched her nipple harder, tugging it while he thrust up into her.

Cammy came one more time, moaning loudly as her pussy pulsed around him. Her thick ass pressed back firmly, rippling against his stomach. Arthur followed soon after, groaning as he pumped his final load of the session deep inside her.

They stayed connected, breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat and cum. The office smelled strongly of sex.

Arthur kissed the back of her neck softly. “How do you feel?”

“Better than I’ve ever felt,” Cammy whispered, leaning back against him. “Don’t stop doing this with me.”

“I won’t,” he promised.

They stayed connected for a long minute, Cammy still sitting on his lap facing away from him, his cock softening slowly inside her. Cum leaked out around his shaft and ran down over his balls onto the chair. Both of them were breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat. The office smelled strongly of sex — sweat, her arousal, and thick cum.

Arthur kissed the back of her neck softly. “You’re doing so well, Cammy. Taking everything I give you.”

She let out a shaky laugh and rolled her hips once more, grinding on his softening cock. “I want more.”

Arthur smiled against her skin. He lifted her off him, turned her around, and laid her back on the therapy couch. He climbed between her spread legs, hooked one of her long, powerful legs over his hip, and slid back inside her in one smooth thrust. This position let him stay close, chest to chest, while he fucked her with deep, rolling strokes.

Cammy wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down so her full tits pressed against his chest. Her thick ass shifted on the couch with every thrust, the soft flesh rippling under him. Arthur reached down and grabbed one of her heavy tits, squeezing it firmly while he fucked her.

“Feel that?” he murmured, grinding deep. “My cock sliding through all the cum I’ve already pumped into you.”

“Yes…” Cammy moaned, legs tightening around him. “It feels so full… so messy. I can feel it leaking every time you push in.”

He picked up the pace, hips snapping forward. Her heavy tits bounced between them, soft and warm against his chest. Arthur buried his face in her neck, sucking lightly on her skin while one hand kept mauling her tit, pinching the stiff nipple and rolling it between his fingers.

Cammy’s moans grew louder. Another orgasm built quickly. Her long legs trembled around his waist, thick thighs flexing as she pulled him deeper.

“I’m gonna cum again,” she gasped.

“Cum for me,” Arthur groaned, thrusting harder. “Let me feel that tight pussy squeeze my cock.”

She came with a loud moan, back arching, pussy pulsing hard around his cock. Fresh wetness mixed with the cum already inside her. Arthur kept fucking her through it, then flipped her onto her stomach on the couch.

He straddled her thighs, pressed her long, powerful legs tightly together, and pushed back inside her from behind. The position made her pussy feel even tighter, the pressure incredible as her thighs squeezed around his thick cock. Arthur groaned deeply and started fucking her with long, deep strokes, his hips meeting her ass with heavy, rhythmic slaps.

Cammy gripped the edge of the couch, moaning into the cushion, her heavy tits squished beneath her. The angle let him hit incredibly deep, his cock dragging along every sensitive spot inside her cum-filled pussy.

Arthur reached forward and slid both hands under her chest, grabbing her full tits and squeezing them hard while he fucked her. His fingers sank deep into the soft, heavy flesh as he kneaded and mauled them roughly. “These tits feel so good in my hands,” he groaned, pinching her stiff nipples and tugging them. “So full and soft… I can’t get enough of them.”

He fucked her harder, the wet slap of his hips against her thick ass loud in the room. Cammy pushed back as much as she could, her rounded cheeks rippling under the impact with every thrust. Her heavy tits stayed trapped in his grip, the soft mounds spilling between his fingers as he kept squeezing and playing with her nipples.

“Arthur… it’s so deep like this,” she moaned into the cushion. “I can feel every inch… fuck, don’t stop.”

“You like it when I fuck you like this?” he panted, slamming into her harder. “Legs pressed together, ass up, taking my cock so deep while I play with these perfect tits?”

“Yes… I love it,” Cammy gasped, voice muffled but desperate. “I love how you fill me… how you squeeze my tits while you fuck me. Harder, please…”

Arthur obliged, pounding into her with long, powerful strokes. The wet, filthy squelching of her cum-filled pussy grew louder, mixed with the constant slap of his hips against her rippling ass. He kept mauling her tits from behind, pinching and rolling her nipples until she was whimpering with pleasure. Another orgasm hit her fast. Cammy cried out sharply, her whole body shaking as her pussy clenched tight around him in strong pulses. Fresh wetness gushed around his cock, soaking her thighs and the couch.

Arthur groaned at the intense squeeze and buried himself deep, pumping yet another thick load into her cunt. Hot ropes of cum flooded her, overflowing and leaking out around his cock as he ground against her ass.

They were both exhausted, but he still wasn’t done. Arthur pulled out slowly, his cock shiny and dripping. He sat back on the couch and pulled Cammy onto his lap facing him. She straddled him eagerly, sinking down onto his cock one last time. This time the pace was slower, more intimate. She rolled her hips in deep, lazy circles, grinding on him while her heavy tits pressed warmly against his chest.

Arthur wrapped his arms around her, hands roaming over her thick ass, squeezing and spreading her cheeks as she rode him. “You feel perfect,” he murmured against her neck. “So warm and wet… full of all my cum. This pussy just keeps taking everything I give it.”

Cammy moaned softly, rolling her hips faster, her thick ass pressing and rippling against his thighs. Her heavy tits swayed against his chest, stiff nipples dragging across his skin with every movement. Arthur grabbed one tit, lifting it to his mouth and sucking hard on the nipple, tongue flicking rapidly while his other hand kneaded her ass.

“Fuck, Arthur… your cock feels so good inside me,” she moaned, grinding down harder. “I love how full you make me… I can feel your cum leaking out every time I move.”

He sucked harder on her tit, then switched to the other, biting gently before soothing it with his tongue. “That’s right. Keep riding me. Use my cock to make yourself cum again.”

Cammy rode him with deep, rolling motions, her heavy tits bouncing against his chest. The wet squelching sounds of her soaked, cum-filled pussy filled the room as she ground her clit against him. Arthur kept one hand mauling her tit, pinching the nipple, while the other squeezed her thick ass, helping her move.

“I’m cumming again,” she gasped, voice breaking as she ground down hard.

Her pussy fluttered and clenched tight around him as she came, moaning into his shoulder. Her whole body trembled, thick ass rippling against his lap. Arthur thrust up into her and spilled his last load deep inside her, groaning as he emptied himself completely, hot cum flooding her overflowing cunt.

They stayed like that for a long time, Cammy slumped against his chest, his cock still buried inside her. Cum leaked steadily out of her, running down his balls and onto the couch. The office smelled strongly of raw sex.

Arthur stroked her back gently, kissing her shoulder. “How do you feel?”

“Full,” she whispered with a tired laugh. “Really full. And… safe. I’ve never felt like this before.”

He held her closer. “Good. That’s what I want for you. Not just healing your mind, but letting you feel good in your body too. You deserve that, Cammy.”

She lifted her head and kissed him softly. “Thank you… for everything.”