You decide to stay with Sarah. You’re not going to abandon your wife on your honeymoon for some supposed bimbo
virus that’s probably just a stupid rumor anyway. You listen at the bathroom door to hear if Sarah is okay and
don’t notice anything out of the ordinary. You call the lobby and ask for them to deliver a couple steak meals
and several bottles of fancy wine. The price makes you cringe, but hell, you only have one honeymoon. The
lobby tells you it will take an hour for everything to arrive, but you say that’s all right. The shower shuts
off. You grab some fresh clothes and prepare for your turn, but before you’re able to collect everything,
Sarah pushes the door open. She’s completely naked and still wet from the shower. In fact, there are still
soap bubbles clinging to her skin and her hair. Her breasts are even larger… E cups? This is definitely not
right. Maybe you should bring her to a doctor or something; nobody’s breasts get to be that size in a matter
of an hour and without any form of hormones or surgery.“Hun?” you ask. “What’s wrong? Why haven’t you dried
yourself off?” “I can’t wait… fuck me… thrust that big cock of yours deep in my pussy… oh babe… fuck me so
hard…” Sarah stammers as she walks toward you. You quickly grow erect. Sarah is beautiful beyond your wildest
fantasies and every ounce of you wants to bury your face in her massive tits. You ache to pound this unknown
beauty of hers, longing to heal her squeal in delight as you force your cock in deeper and deeper, harder and
faster…You stand paralyzed as Sarah approaches you and wraps her arms around the back of your neck. Her
breasts flatten against you as she pulls herself close. She begins to tease your cock, using the lingering
soap as lubrication for her hand to slide up and down your rock-hard dick. Her heart is beating wildly.
Entranced, you slide a finger down to her pussy. You don’t need to feel inside to notice a stream of warm
fluids dripping down her legs.“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” she pleads over and over again, backing you toward
the bed. She pushes harder, forcing you backward against your will with an astonishing strength. You try to
break free from her grip. She isn’t playing anymore. She’s going to fuck you whether or not you want to;
nothing is going to stop her from satisfying herself. Maybe she’s infected with the bimbo virus or maybe not,
but this isn’t the Sarah you fell in love with. This is… an animal, filled with lust. You struggle, trying to
throw her off of you. She does a good job at restraining you, shoving you down on the mattress and pinning
you, holding your wrists down with her full weight. You see a frantic, almost carnivorous look in her eyes.
She’s the predator and you’re the prey. This is a battle in which only one of you will emerge victorious. Are
you able to break out of her grip and escape from the hotel room?