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floor, legs girlishly curled underneath her, blank, unfocused eyes staring about. Ever the lady, she somehow managed to scoop up her own panties off the floor, using the pretty pink fabric to gently wipe her mouth.
    But, at the very least, it appeared the Serpent had finally been robbed of his power. Breathing heavily, one hand now over his eyes, the other remaining between his legs, the repairman seemed to almost fall into a trance. The entire panorama descended into an eerie quiet, save for the heavy breathing of them both.
    They remained this way for fifteen minutes, simply recovering. The cameras kept rolling, capturing every second, each indescribable nuance, in real time.
    The first time they’d watched, Laci had innocently thought the movie over. I mean, what was left? At most, the girl might now tell him it was finally time to repair the fucking refrigerator. But who cared about that? Picking up the remote, she’d aimed it at the television.
    Snapping outward, however, her mother’s hand had knocked the remote aside. “Watch!” she’d hissed, pointing at the two fucked out people still on the kitchen floor.
    But that was the first time. Now, Laci knew what was coming. The anticipation growing, mother and daughter now remained riveted by the screen.
    And sure enough, the young “matron” finally rose up on still-shaking legs. Thoughtfully eyeing the seemingly sleeping repairman, she turned her back on him for just a second. Maybe she intended to clean up a bit, or just go sit on the couch? We’d never know.
    For in a flash, the repairman was up and behind her, the Serpent once more fully aroused. Shoving the shocked girl forward, she was now pushed over the counter once more, this time her front pressed down onto the hard, cold tile. Bent over, gasping in shock, she was once more within his power.
    One hand roughly grabbed the rich, lush hair on the back of her head, pushing the blonde’s face down. The other helped knock her legs apart once more, exposing her young, smooth hips to further penetration.
    And when in this position, the Serpent didn’t hesitate. Striking quickly, with a deft, upward thrust, he once again possessed her completely. Crying out, she instinctively tried to rise, but his arm and upper body held her down. Trapped against the counter, she had little option but to submit.
    This time it seemed more like a purposeful desecration. Obediently bent over, there was little resistance to the Serpent’s triumphant, chaotic fucking, her perfect ass cheeks slammed and reddened with each resounding contact. On her lower back, the pretty butterfly was fleetingly exposed, crushed, and knocked about time and again. In fact, the whole counter banged and shook with the force of each penetration, a metronome of sorts to complement her nearly continuous wail.
    It only took a minute for her orgasm to burst forth again, this time at the same moment as his own, the girl’s cheek still pressed down into the tile. Screaming in both surprise and absolute rapture, both hands flailing helplessly to either side, she was the very embodiment of a young woman experiencing absolute sexual fulfillment.
    For ten exhilarating seconds the Serpent relentlessly despoiled the naive housewife, shooting his dark essence deep inside her. Yet instantly converted to goodness and light, this raw power served only to fortify the girl’s very soul. Gasping and crying from her own intrinsic transformation, she finally lay still, the repairman collapsing fully along her back.
    Now the camera angle suddenly shifted around to her front, on the counter level itself. The girl’s face filled most of the screen, her blonde hair tumbled forward, the repairman still on her back. Bestirring himself, we could only see his lips by her ear, his tone soft and taunting.
    “Now you’re full,” he breathed. “Completely full.”
    “She’s full!” Mom cried, tears cascading down both cheeks. “Good God, Laci, the Serpent has filled