The Camera Don't Lie
Miguel took a moment to inhale Peter’s scent before lifting him off his lap and roughly bending him over his desk in an unnatural position, on his side, one leg up over Miguel’s shoulder and the other planted firmly on the ground. “God Parker.. You’re so flexible..” Miguel groaned, seemingly lost in his lust. He ripped at the backside of Peter’s suit, revealing his tight perky ass. “Miguel please..” Peter begged softly. “I’m making a baby with you, you’d look so pretty with a cute little baby bump Peter..” Miguel stated, his attitude immediately changing, he seemed passionate about this but it did not change the fact that Peter did not want to be there. “Miguel I can’t have a baby! Is this what this is all about?!” Peter asked desperately, tears spilling down his cheeks. “¿Cual es tu problema? Querida... No me importa si no puedes quedar embarazada... Voy a seguir intentándolo...” Miguel muttered, Peter could barely understand English at the moment, let alone Spanish. “Peter.. You don’t have a choice in this, you’ve never had a choice in this..” Miguel sneered, rubbing his tip against the entrance of Peters ass, smearing his pre-cum over his off-pink hole.
Peter was cringing so hard, his thighs felt sticky and his head was pounding, never in his life had he thought something like this would have ever happened to someone like him, he was also confused at Miguel’s sudden change of mind, why was he so adamant about getting Peter pregnant if he couldn’t even carry a child?
Then Miguel pushed in, forcefully stretching Peter’s asshole, Peter felt like throwing up. “Joder cariño.. You’re too tight!” Miguel grunted as he could only fit half his dick inside before Peter clenched around him, he tried pushing in more but he just couldn’t. “Miguel!! This isn’t going to bring Gabriella back! You.. I can’t carry a baby!!” Peter sobbed.