Inanout. The word echoed in her head, and the more she tried to think about it, the harder thinking got. She struggled, but it didn’t make any sense to her and she couldn’t stop it echoing in her head with every thrust. Inanout. Inanout. It meant something, but…oh, God, she was too horny to focus on anything but her pussy. He felt too good inside her. It was breaking her brain.

She couldn’t remember how she’d gotten here. She couldn’t remember how she’d gotten naked. She couldn’t remember who was fucking her. All she could remember was the word he told her, the word that seemed to have its own gravitational pull inside her head. Inanout. Inanout. Everything else seemed to curve to the core of sensation in her wet, hot cunt, bending her will toward pleasure until her thoughts shattered with the force of it. Leaving just one word: Inanout.

What did it mean? Where did it come from? Why wouldn’t it stop? It was its own answer, until she asked it and responded with it even in her own head. Inanout? Inanout. Inanout? Inanout. She heard herself moaning it, a guttural whimper that whooshed out in time with the rhythm of their sex. It curled around the base of her brain, squeezing her other thoughts until her will was practically crushed from the endless, inexorable bliss. Like she was being fucked mindless with the force of his thrusts, with the endless pounding beat of the word in her head.

He was talking to her as they fucked, but she couldn’t make out the words properly. The narrative of her thoughts was nothing but Inanout now, and no other words fit into her conscious mind. Everything he said just slipped away into the depths of her subconscious, absorbed cleanly and automatically by the part of her mind that listened while her clit throbbed out the beat of her surrender. And it sounded like Inanout. Inanout. Inanout.

“In an…an’ out…” she drawled, a trickle of drool slipping from her lips as her eyes rolled back in her head and she came again. The man behind her smiled, but she didn’t notice. She didn’t notice anything anymore, the pleasure in her body drowning out every thought, every notion, every word in her head.

Except one.

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