Chapter 140 - Annie's smut~❤️

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting warm hues over their makeshift abode, the romantic ambiance grew stronger. Annie whispered into Morty's ear, her breath tickling his skin, 

"I have one more surprise for you." She slipped away, leaving him alone in the dimly lit bedroom, his curiosity piqued.

Morty sat on the bed, his heart pounding with excitement. The anticipation grew palpable as the door slid open, revealing Annie dressed in a tantalizing belly dancer's outfit. 

The fabric, a rich jewel tone, clung to her curves, accentuating every line of her body. A gold coin belt adorned her waist, chiming softly with each sway of her hips. Her bare midriff was decorated with intricate henna tattoos that seemed to pulse with the rhythm of her breath.

"I hope you like it," she said coyly, twirling a strand of her hair around her finger.

Morty's eyes widened, and a grin spread across his face. 

"Annie, you look... incredible," he managed to say, his voice thick with desire.

Her response was a knowing smile as she began to move to the sensual music that filled the room. Her hips rolled in hypnotic waves, the fabric of her skirt fluttering around her thighs. She danced closer to him, her eyes never leaving his, as if challenging him to look away.

The scent of her perfume—a blend of exotic spices and sweet blooms—wrapped around him like a warm embrace. He could see the beads of sweat glistening on her skin, hinting at the passion beneath the surface. Annie's dance grew more intense, each movement more deliberate, more seductive. The jingle of her belt and the rustle of her skirt mingled with her soft moans of pleasure.

Morty felt his blood rush to his groin as she approached the bed, her dance bringing her closer and closer. When she was within arm's reach, she leaned in, her breasts pressing against his chest, and whispered, 

"Ready for the real show?"

With that, she stepped away and began to undulate her stomach, the muscles rippling like waves in a sea of passion. The sight of her, so confident and alluring, made him ache with need. He watched, mesmerized, as she continued to dance, each twirl and shimmy leaving him more and more entranced.

Finally, she stopped directly in front of him and reached for his hand. 

"Dance with me," she invited, her voice a sultry purr.

Morty didn't need to be asked twice. He rose to his feet, his own passion igniting as he pulled her closer, their bodies moving in time with the music. The heat between them was undeniable as they danced together, the air thick with desire.

As their dance grew more intimate, their hands began to wander. Morty traced the soft curve of her hip, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath the thin fabric. Annie's hands roamed his chest, her nails lightly scraping against his skin as she moved closer, pressing her thigh against his growing erection.

Their breath mingled, their hearts raced in unison. The music grew louder, the lights dimmer, and all that existed was the two of them, lost in the erotic rhythm of the dance.

Annie leaned in, her breath hot against his ear. 

"Take me," she breathed..

Morty gently pushed Annie onto the bed, his eyes roaming hungrily over her body as he positioned himself between her legs. He started by planting soft kisses along her inner thighs, gradually working his way towards her center.

Annie's breath hitched as Morty's tongue made contact with her sensitive folds. He began with slow, teasing licks, savoring her taste and reveling in the way her body responded to his touch.

"Oh god, Morty," Annie moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair.

"That feels amazing."

Morty looked up at her, a mischievous glint in his eye. 

"You like that, baby? Just wait, I'm gonna make you feel even better."

He resumed his ministrations, alternating between broad strokes of his tongue and focused attention on her clit. As Annie's moans grew louder, Morty slowly inserted a finger into her wet heat, curling it to hit just the right spot.

"Fuck, you're so wet for me," Morty growled, adding a second finger.

"I love how responsive you are."

Annie's hips bucked against his face, seeking more friction.

"Please, Morty," she begged. 

"Don't stop. I need more."

Morty intensified his actions, his tongue and fingers working in tandem to bring Annie closer to the edge. He paused briefly, looking up at her flushed face with a devilish grin.

"You're such a naughty girl, aren't you?" he growled, his voice low and husky. 

"Begging for more like this. I bet you've been thinking about this all day."

Annie whimpered in response, her hips lifting off the bed, seeking more contact. Morty pressed her back down firmly with his free hand.

"Oh no, you don't," he said, his tone commanding. 

"You'll take what I give you, when I give it to you. Understood?"

Annie nodded frantically, her eyes glazed with lust. Morty rewarded her compliance by curling his fingers inside her, hitting that spot that made her see stars.

"That's my good girl," he purred.

"Now, I want to hear you. Tell me how much you want this."

Morty savored Annie's release, drinking in her essence with enthusiasm. As her tremors subsided, he lifted his head, a mix of pride and desire in his eyes.

"Mmm, you taste so fucking good," he growled, licking his lips.

"I love how you lose control for me. But we're far from done, baby. I'm going to make you cum again and again until you're begging me to stop."

His hands gripped her thighs, spreading them wider as he positioned himself.

"You ready for more, my naughty little slut? Because I'm going to fuck you senseless."

Annie could only whimper in response, her body still sensitive from her intense orgasm but craving more of Morty's touch. Her eyes locked with his, filled with a mixture of lust and anticipation for what was to come next.

Morty's cock, thick and hungry, plunged into Annie's velvety depths, eliciting a sharp gasp from her parted lips. Her eyes widened, pupils dilating as he filled her completely, stretching her to accommodate his size. Annie's nails dug into his back, her legs wrapping around his waist as she attempted to adjust to the sudden intrusion. 

The feeling of being so utterly filled by him was overwhelming, a delicious mix of pleasure and pain that made her core throb with excitement. 

He began to move, his hips rocking back and forth. Each stroke sent a jolt of electricity through her, making her toes curl and her breath hitch in her chest. 

Morty's hands gripped her hips, guiding her movements, urging her to match his pace. 

The friction was exquisite, a sensation that had her teetering on the edge of another orgasm. Her moans grew louder, melding with the slick sounds of their bodies coming together. 

Morty continued to pound into Annie with reckless abandon, his fingers digging into her hips as he used her body for his pleasure. He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a rough kiss, silencing any protests or pleas that might have escaped her lips.

"You're such a dirty little slut," he growled against her mouth between kisses. 

"Loving every inch of my cock inside you."Annie's eyes fluttered closed as she succumbed to the sensation of being taken so roughly. She could feel every vein and ridge of Morty's shaft throbbing deep within her core as he pistoned in and out.

"Yes... fuck me harder," she whimpered, arching up to meet his thrusts.Morty obliged with renewed vigor, slamming into her with brutal intensity. The force of each collision sent shockwaves through their entwined bodies, pushing Annie closer to the brink of another orgasm.

"You'll like this." Morty said and with a wicked smirk, his eyes flashed with mischief. He leaned back, his cock still buried deep within her pussy, and snapped his fingers. 

Two exact replicas of himself materialized beside the bed, the smell of his arousal thickening the air as they joined in the carnally-charged symphony. 

One of the avatars stepped forward, his member just as rigid and eager as the original, aligning it with Annie's gaping asshole. 

"Mmhhamamha~❤️❤️ Yesss~~~❤️❤️!"

She gasped as he pushed inside her, stretching her further than she ever thought possible, the sensation of fullness bordering on the unbearable. The second avatar stood in front of her face, his cock poised at the entrance to her mouth, demanding entry.

"Take it, baby," Morty instructed, his voice a dark whisper of desire.

Annie hesitantly parted her lips, and the avatar's cock slid in, filling her mouth as the first avatar claimed her ass. 

The combination of sensations was overwhelming—the feeling of being penetrated in every possible way by the man she lusted for was more than she could have ever imagined. 

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Morty's avatar in her throat was merciless, fucking her mouth with a fervor that had her eyes watering and her throat stretching to accommodate his length. 

Meanwhile, the avatar in her ass was relentless, pounding into her with a rhythm that matched the original's punishing thrusts into her pussy.

Morty watched, his own movements growing more erratic as he felt the echo of his avatars' pleasure. His cock swelled with the shared sensations, and he knew he couldn't hold back much longer. 

He reached for Annie's breasts, teasing her nipples until they stood at attention, then leaned down to suck one into his mouth. The feeling of his teeth grazing the sensitive bud sent a bolt of electricity straight to her core, making her pussy clench around his shaft.

The room was filled with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and the wet, gagging sounds of her being face-fucked. 

The avatars' movements grew more frenzied, their hips bucking in unison as they all approached the peak of their shared ecstasy.

Annie's body was utterly messed up—the burn in her ass, the stretch in her throat, the delicious ache in her pussy—each one contributing to the growing climax

Her moans were muffled by the cock filling her mouth, but her eyes spoke volumes as she looked up at Morty, silently begging for release. 

He knew she was close, could feel it through their mental link, and he was determined to take her there. He slammed into her one last time, his cock hitting the deepest part of her as his avatar in her ass did the same. The pressure was unbearable, the pleasure so intense it was almost pain.

Morty's hips slammed into Annie, his eyes blazing with lust as he watched the avatars take her from both ends.

"You're such a good little slut, aren't you?" he groaned, his voice a mix of praise and domination. 

"Look at how eagerly your throat takes it, your tight little ass gripping him like a vice." He leaned in, whispering in her ear,

"You're made for this, baby, made to be filled and used." Each word was a dark promise that sent shivers down her spine. His grip tightened on her breasts, his teeth sinking into her nipple, eliciting a muffled cry of pleasure that reverberated around the room. 

"Your pussy is so sweet, so perfect, so wet for me." His thumb found her clit, rubbing it in firm circles as he spoke, sending her spiraling closer to the edge. 

"You're a whore, Annie, and I fucking love it." Annie could feel her orgasm approaching, her body quivering with the intensity of the pleasure. 

The avatars' rhythms grew more erratic, their own releases imminent, as Morty's filthy words painted a picture of her as a sex goddess, a creature of pure desire. Her eyes watered around the cock in her mouth, her ass clenched around the one inside her, and she knew she was about to shatter into a million pieces of pure ecstasy.

And then she came—screaming around the dick in her mouth, her body convulsing around the other two. The avatars followed suit, filling her in a torrent of hot cum that seemed to go on forever. 

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Annie felt as if she were drowning in a sea of pleasure, the sensation so intense it was almost frightening.

As their climaxes subsided, the avatars vanished, leaving the real Morty to collapse on top of her, both of them panting and trembling. 

He kissed her neck, whispering sweet nothings into her ear as he slowly pulled out, leaving her feeling empty yet satisfied.