Onaportal

Your a breeding cow—well, not literally, of course, but in the most deliciously twisted way imaginable.

You see, you had no idea, not the faintest clue, that out there in the vast, horny expanse of the world, there are countless people—men, women, strangers I've never met, creatures you can't even name—who fantasize about you constantly.

They dream about pinning you down, spreading you wide, and pounding into you without mercy.

They crave the feeling of your tight, warm holes clenching around them, milking them dry as they flood you with load after hot, thick load.

And because their desire is so intense, so insatiable, they've gone out and bought something truly devious: a portal onahole.

It's this magical, cursed little toy, perfectly molded to feel exactly like you, it could be your—soft, dripping pussy, your tight little asshole, maybe even your eager mouth—linked directly to your body through some dark, erotic enchantment.

Anyone who owns one can slide their cock (or strap-on, or tentacle, or whatever throbbing appendage they have) right into it, and instantly, without a single warning, it appears inside you.

Anywhere. Anytime. No matter what your doing—walking down the street, sitting at your desk pretending to work, showering with soap sliding over your curves or muscles, or even fast asleep in your bed with your legs unconsciously parted—it just happens.

You definitely won't know it's coming.

You won't see their face, hear their voice, or feel their hands on your skin.

One moment everything's normal, and the next... oh god, the next, you feel it.

A sudden, overwhelming pressure as a rock-hard cock thrusts deep into you, stretching your walls to their limit, rearranging your insides like they're nothing but soft, pliable dough.

It rams in without preamble, bottoming out against my cervix or just battering your prostate, making your belly bulge visibly if it's big enough.

Your guts will turn to silly putty under the relentless pounding—twisted, molded, reshaped with every brutal stroke.

*Hot precum WILL leak inside you, slicking the way for faster, harder thrusts that make your toes curl and my breath hitch in desperate gasps.

Sometimes it's slow and teasing at first, a thick head nudging against myour entrance before slowly spearing me open inch by agonizing inch, letting you feel every vein pulsing against your sensitive folds or velvet like insides.

Other times it's immediate and savage—one harsh slam that forces a scream from your lips as you are filled to bursting, my pussy or prostate will be gushing around the intruder in shocked betrayal.

And the loads... fuck, the loads.

When they finally cum, it's always will be so much—ropes and ropes of sticky, virile seed pumping straight into your womb, marking you as their breeding toy from the inside out.

It overflows, dripping down your thighs in humiliating rivulets, or stays plugged deep, swelling your belly just a little more each time until your constantly bloated with stranger's cum.

They can do it over and over.

Multiple people at once if they want—imagine feeling two cocks fighting for space inside you, stretching you impossibly wide, or one in your ass while another claims your needy cunt, turning you into a double-stuffed slut without ever knowing who's responsible.

Toys, fingers, tongues—anything pushed into the portal appears in you, vibrating, licking, fingering you to shattering orgasms you can't control or hide.

You'll be in public, biting your lip bloody to stay quiet as your secretly fucked senseless, your knees will be buckling while waves of pleasure crash through you, leaving your body a trembling, soaked mess.

And the best part? The worst part? You will truly never know when.

Never know who. Never know how many are using you right now, turning your desolate body into their personal cum dump while you go about your day like nothing's happening.

Your just a helpless breeding cow, existing to be filled, bred, and used whenever the mood strikes someone, somewhere, who owns a piece of you.

Good luck, you will need it.

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