Chapter 11

A low, husky growl rumbled in my throat, a primal expression of satisfaction. “Damn, it’s awesome,” I muttered, my words barely above a whisper. “No, damn, it’s delicious. Really.” The mere sight of her, of us, was enough to send my pulse racing once more, the blood rushing to my groin like a siren’s call. I was already at my limit, but I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to stop.

My voice, low and husky, cut through the silence. “Hey.” Her response was a dazed, almost incoherent “Uh...?” but I didn’t wait for her to gather her wits. My mind was already racing ahead, consumed by the endless possibilities of our passion. “This time, it’s doggy style,” I whispered, my words dripping with anticipation. “There are many positions I want to try.”

With a newfound sense of urgency, I slid off the bed, my hands grasping for her legs as I pulled her towards me. I turned her body, positioning her for the rear-entry position, my heart pounding in my chest.

The sound of my semen dripping from her vagina was like music to my ears, a sweet serenade that only served to heighten my arousal. I grimaced, my fingers instinctively reaching for her vagina, my index finger sliding into her warmth to scoop out the semen.

Her response was immediate, a keening cry that shattered the air around us. “Ahhhhhhh! Ahhh!” Her voice was a symphony of pleasure and pain, a melodic expression of the sensations that threatened to consume us both.

As I cradled her in my arms, I adjusted her position multiple times, her body trembling on the brink of collapse. But it was in that moment, when the clear, glistening love juice flowed out, a testament to her unbridled arousal, that I stilled my hand. The absence of semen was a clear indication that she was ready, her body primed for the ultimate pleasure.

With a deep, ragged breath, I thrust my penis deep within her, the sensation sending shivers down my spine. Her eyes widened in surprise, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she struggled to comprehend the sheer intensity of the sensation.

“Huh!” she exclaimed, her voice barely above a whisper.

I couldn’t help but chuckle, a low, husky sound, as I shook my hips roughly, my member sinking deeper into her warm, inviting depths. “Damn,” I muttered, my voice laced with regret. “I had no idea it could be this good ... I’ve been missing out on so much.”

But she was far from resistant, her hips moving in perfect sync with mine, our bodies undulating in a primal rhythm. We were two wild animals, unshackled and untamed, our senses consumed by the all-encompassing pursuit of pleasure. Reason and morality were distant memories, abandoned in the face of our unbridled passion.

The bed creaked and groaned beneath us, the sound echoing through the room like a symphony of desire. Creak! Creak! Creak! The rhythmic motion was almost hypnotic, drawing us deeper into the vortex of our own private world.

As I felt the familiar tug of my impending ejaculation, I reluctantly pulled out my member, the sensation leaving me breathless and wanting more. I flopped down onto the bed, my chest heaving with exertion, my eyes locked on hers.

“Get on top,” I whispered, my voice low and husky with desire. “Move yourself.”

For a moment, she hesitated, her eyes searching mine for reassurance. And then, with a soft nod, she whispered, “ ... Yes.”

As Asahi’s eyes fluttered, still dazed from the waves of pleasure that washed over her, she responded to my every command, her body moving in perfect sync with my instructions.

Her delicate hand wrapped around my throbbing member, guiding it towards her entrance with an air of desperation. Without a moment’s hesitation, she began to move, her hips swaying in a sensual rhythm that left me breathless.

“Tell me, Asahi,” I whispered, my voice husky with desire. “My member and your husband’s ... which one is bigger?”

Asahi’s response was immediate, her words tumbling out in a gasp of pleasure as she rode me with abandon. “Ah! You, yours ... Oh, your member! Yours is bigger!” Her voice was a sultry whisper, her words dripping with desire as she moved above me, utilizing even the bounce of the bed to drive me deeper into her.

As she gasped, her body arched above me, her hips moving in a frenzied rhythm that left us both panting. “Haah! Haaang! It feels good...! It’s good!!” Her words were a sensual chant, her voice rising and falling with each thrust.