Apphia directs Clive over and pushes him onto his desk chair. It's a small revolving chair with wheels, sufficient padding and a backrest. Apphia pins Clive against the backrest and sits on his lap without insertion. Her soft ass and legs cloud all judgement as her flesh squishes down onto his lap. The feeling of her soft skin backed up by her thicc meat pressing into him is seizure inducing!
"I'll give you one chance to deny me." Apphia tells him.
Clive fumbles over himself, but let's be honest, he isn't going to.
She grabs his passionately erect penis and positions herself atop of him. Her entrance kisses the tip with slippery expectation. She lowers onto him with courageous endeavor.
"Ahhhhh..." They moan in unison whilst it slides deeper along her walls.
Apphia begins. Every part of her is screaming to go.
"Senpai, my hips are moving on their own!" Apphia shouts, shifting her waist in circular fashion.
"Shut up." Clive says half jokingly, upset at her perceived un-ironic use of that quote.
Apphia laughs and keeps riding side to side. There isn't anything Clive can do to stop her from saying things like that now. She is on top and in control. Her hips and powerful thighs prove their worth. He's well within her erotic influence.
Apphia tests the waters by lifting a little bit off of him. When she comes crashing down again, it is too good not to continue ferociously. She valiantly picks up speed. Her brown hair bounces and flies up and down with her pounding against his crotch. Her pussy raises up and crashes down, enveloping his dick in an encasing of warm, wet wonder. The inside is bumpy and fleshy. Each time his dick passes a bumpy section of flesh in her vaginal walls her pleasure spikes. It happens several times per insertion. His tip rubs against her insides, effectively wearing away at any remote desire for chastity. Every second gets her closer to climax.
Her tight pussy thoroughly squeezes his penis like her body is actively working to wring out his cum without needing her conscious approval. Apphia works the shaft passionately. She has an objective in mind while she rides him. She has the goal of getting his cum. Like she's extracting the riches within by pumping it out of him.
Apphia dominates the exchange. She has all the control and all the leverage. She intends to cause him to climax before she does. And in turn, cement some level of superiority over Clive. She can make fun of him for the foreseeable future if she is better at sex than him! After all, whoever is 'better' at virtually everything is very important to the both of them.
However, there is something more on Apphia's mind as well. She has just discovered her fetish. And there's a voice in the back of her head getting louder and louder. Like a demonic, lustful version of herself. A purple demon in her head with curved horns, a fine ass body, dildo staff and an unparalleled understanding of her inner feelings. (At least that's how Apphia imagines it.) Much to its advantage in getting Apphia to act on them, it is the voice of her erotic desire. And it's beginning to have great influence on her decision making and word choices. Now that she's in an ideal situation to pursue and take what she most wants, there isn't anything stopping it from coming out.
"Hhhh- I want to bear your children~" Apphia whispers with heavy breath.
This throws Clive off. He is well aware of what they're meant to be doing here, but he didn't think Apphia would fetishize it like this.
"W-what's with that?" Clive questions, trying not to say it in a way that will make her stop.
"I... I wanted to dirty talk." Apphia replies with a pout.
Clive makes a mental note of the fact that she said "children" as in plural. A simple mistake or Freudian slip? Does she possibly want to become pregnant multiple times? Hmmm... Questions indeed.
Apphia speeds up. The smacking of her butt on his crotch gets louder and her eyes light up.
"Uhhhh." She whimpers through her teeth. "It's sho~ goooooood!"
Clive tries his best not to make any sounds. He wants to hear hers.
Apphia continues to bang him. His dick hits the perfect spot for a moment.
"Fucking... Mmmmmmmahahhh!" She moans. She has reached the point where she needs to vocalize her overwhelming approval. She begins excreting more fluid inside to lubricate the insertion. Her speed continues to increase as his dick slides in more and more easily. Due to the increased wetness present.
"Ahhh." Apphia turns to look at Clive directly. "You want to fuck a baby into me?"
She gives herself motivation. Apphia speeds up whenever she says something almost like she is commanding herself.
She tilts her head backward to moan upward.
"Ahhhh!"
Clive's dick occasionally teases the entrance to Apphia's cervix. Her womb begins to cry out to Apphia, begging to be filled with cum. Much to the approval and result of Apphia's inner erotic voice. Apphia faces Clive and looks directly into his eyes.
"Please, can I have your babies?" Apphia asks cutely. Her womb is talking directly to Clive.
Apphia is far too into pregnancy specifically for it to just be dirty talk, Clive infers. Although, he would be lying if she isn't driving his dick to near explosion right now.
However, it is working more on Apphia. She's become too worked up. And has only realized the extent now. Apphia became lost in the wonders of sex that she lost hold of her original goal. Which was to get Clive to ejaculate before her. She has become too close to back down.
"Haaah~" Apphia moans. She can't resist it anymore. She begins cumming. An orgasm she wished she could have saved for later. Apphia leans over onto Clive and hugs him while she cums on his dick. Her thicc engulfs him between the backrest. She puts her whole body weight onto him.
The chair begins to spin and a creaking sound blares.
The backrest on the chair suddenly breaks off at its hinges. And shoots off to the side. Apphia is taken completely off guard and falls like thunder. The two fall to their side causing Apphia to end up on the bottom. Clive falls with Apphia and lands on top of her.
Clive opens his eyes to find he accidentally grabbed her tits when he fell on her. Hey look a cliche. It's all fine this time though.
Clive incorrectly screwed in the backrest, assuming yesterday that it wouldn't matter. Nobody was hurt in any negligible way. However, there is a hint of annoyance from a certain somebody.
"You didn't fix the chair." Apphia sighs.
"...No." Clive admits.
"You ruined my orgasm!" Apphia shouts at him, immediately regretting saying something like that, since she isn't nearly as horny anymore.
"Sorry?" Clive says in retort.
"You didn't fix the chair. That's so... You." Apphia mocks him.
"Hey! To be fair I had other concerns." Clive argues back. "Putting the chair together properly wasn't important at all when I have YOU to think about." Clive just accidentally turned this somewhat romantic.
Apphia is more smitten than maybe she should be. "You think about me huh?" Apphia says in a prying tone. However, there's a lot of love in there too.
"I do." Clive admits.
Apphia takes a second. "Well you're still an idiot. This is your fault." She lightly karate chops Clive's forehead. "Hmm." She jokingly pouts. She isn't upset, but merely wants a good excuse to tease him. At first, she wasn't amused in the slightest, but laying on the carpeted floor with Clive is a lot better than she imagined it would be.
"Well I accept responsibility." Clive says. He goes in to kiss Apphia and does so flawlessly. Apphia blushes and is about to kiss him back, but Clive talks first.
"By the way, is impregnation like a 'thing' for you." Clive asks.
"Uh..." Her answer is as good as a 'yes' in Clive's mind. This is valuable information. He'll use that on her later.
Seeing as Apphia is still struggling to reply, Clive jumps in.
"It's fine. At least you'll enjoy this a lot. I mean that is what we're here to do after all." He says, foreshadowing his true intentions. He is quite happy with her kink and intends to 'help' her with it.
Apphia is surprised that Clive didn't make fun of her fetish. That's the whole reason she was reluctant to tell him.
"Well... Wanna try a new place?" Apphia suggests.
"Ok, and a new position?" Clive asks.
"No. I'm not done with you."