It Seems Like The Infamous Trash Can is Right Here! - Chapter 165
At last, where his fingers had left, a thick, rigid pillar began to drive in.
“Ah! W-wait….”
The inside, still trembling with the aftershocks of climax, was pierced by his thick, rigid c**k, veins taut and throbbing, and the pleasure that surged past my limit left my mind reeling.
My lips parted, my head fell back.
“Ahh…!”
His mouth trailed down my nape as his hips moved slowly. Turning his waist in steady circles, he ground into the convulsing flesh that clung to him, pressing and teasing the places that made me shiver.
“Hhh, mmh….”
“Maids could hardly massage this deep inside….”
What an obvious thing to say….
He, too, must have been aroused while touching me. The way he pulsed violently inside revealed his true feelings.
“Nor could they lick or suck here.”
The n*****s I had begged him not to touch were taken into his mouth.
“Mmh…!”
Of course.
Each time his tongue flicked and teased the stiffened peak, sparks of sensation rippled through me, head to toe.
And while his c**k pounded against the very source of my wetness, hammering hard enough to make my body jerk upward, his tongue on my b*****s left me helpless.
I had barely taken him inside, and already another violent o****m tore through me.
“Ah-hh, mmh….”
Unlike usual, he did not wait for my climax to ebb. He thrust harder, deeper, ravaging the walls that clenched tight around him.
“Lionel-ahh…!”
He swallowed my cry of his name, his tongue thrusting into my mouth as his hips rammed on, pounding so fiercely that the wetness burst up to my belly. He crushed my insides with merciless strokes.
“S-stop… I’ll really—something feels so strange, hhhn….”
The words barely slipped out in the brief instant our lips parted, but it was useless. His mouth claimed mine again, and the knees I had tried to raise in escape were caught in his arms.
Hooking one leg under his arm, Lionel angled his body, driving in so deep that his c**k scraped mercilessly at the entrance to my womb.
A pressure like the need to pee surged up, and I thrashed, unable to bear it.
The endless, piling waves of ecstasy finally burst, blinding white before my eyes.
“Hhhhn…!”
As the gush spilled from me, Lionel pressed his tip flush to my cervix and spilled his seed. Tears blurred my vision, and I couldn’t be sure, but I thought he was smiling from immense joy.
“It’s okay, even if it feels strange. You can do it right in front of me, as much as you want.”
Lightly kissing my cheeks, my lips, he gathered my limp body into his arms. Even after climax, his c**k, still twitching, stayed buried deep.
By the time my back met the bed, I had only just shaken free of the haze of o****m. Looking up, I met his shadowed face above me.
“A massage… is best taken every day, don’t you think?”
I stared blankly at him as he whispered sweetly, almost seductively. I found myself nodding before I knew it.
It did cross my mind that at this rate, something in me might truly break. But seeing Lionel smiling so radiantly, as if he lit the world itself, I thought… what did it matter?
He caressed my flushed, sore eyes and pressed his lips to mine again.
Tongues tangled, saliva shared, I swallowed what he gave me as if to quench a thirst. We drew back only to gasp for air, then met again.
In that haze, my mind began to blur.
‘I shouldn’t fall asleep like this….’
Lionel hadn’t yet spent all his desire.
