Chapter-75: her back door is opened by an accidental penetration
He stilled, buried deep inside her, his own breath catching. He looked down between their bodies, at the proof of her V card smeared on his meat rod and her thighs. "Hell yeah…" he whispered, a note of awe in his voice. "Your fiancé is a Banging idiot."
Then he began to move. The pain slowly melted into a relentless, building pleasure. Each thrust was a claiming, each withdrawal a sweet agony. The damp, slapping sounds of their bodies meeting filled the penthouse. Slap. Slap. Schluck… Slap.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper. She was mindless, a creature of pure sensation. She could feel another climax building, different this time, deeper. "Touch your lower mouth…" he grunted, his rhythm never faltering.
"Make yourself climax on my meat rod, you greedy bitch." Her hand flew to her clit, rubbing frantic, tight circles. The dual stimulation was overwhelming. His meat rod is pistoning inside her and her fingers working her sensitive nub.
"I'm going to…. Hummmm" she moaned, her voice high and broken. "I'm going to… come, George, please, please don't stop, bang me harder!"
"That's it, come for me, you perfect little slut, perfect for a lover hidden from the world." he growled, his thrusts becoming erratic, brutal. Her second climax exploded, a deeper, more convulsive wave that milked his meat rod, pulling him to release his climax.
With a guttural roar, he shoved into her one last time, as deep as he could possibly go and she felt the hot, pulsing rush of his sticky white milk flooding her. Splurt... Gush. Splurt... He collapsed on top of her, his weight a delicious anchor.
They were both slick with sweat, breathing in ragged gasps. She could feel him, still hard, still buried inside her, twitching with the last remnants of his climax. The warmth of his release seeped deep into her.
After a long moment, he shifted his weight, but didn't pull out. He just rocked his hips, a slow, lazy movement. Squelsh... "Such a good little lower mouth you got there" he murmured into her hair, his voice thick with satisfaction.
"Take every last drop of my sticky milk. Squeeze it all into your lower mouth. You were made for this, weren't you?" He was still moving inside her, the overstimulation a sharp, sweet pain.
The head of his meat rod nudged something new, a different, tighter ring of muscle lower down. In her sensitized, Banged-out state, the sensation was electric. "Oh god, what was that?" she gasped.
George stilled, a wicked smile spreading across his face. "That, my dear, is the back door. The one your prudish fiancé has never even knocked on." He gave a small, experimental thrust, the tip of his meat rod pressing insistently against her little pink hole.
"Do you believe if I said that it was all an accident? I accidentally penetrated the wrong hole…" he smiled meaningfully. It was slick with her juices and his sticky white milk. Her eyes flew open. "No, we can't… that's not…"
She started to put an act again. After all she is a good woman and an innocent woman. That is the persona she created and she would stick to it till the very end. For that she is putting 200 percent of her effort.
"Shhh," he soothed, kissing her neck. "It's just an accidental wrong hole. A happy little accident... to open up your back door with a wrong hole…" He rocked again, the pressure increasing.
The mix of her slickness and his sticky white milk was acting as a lubricant, and the tiny, forbidden muscle began to give way under the relentless, accidental pressure. "George, wait, it's too much, and I've never… oh!"
With a final, slow, inexorable push, the head of his meat rod popped past the tight ring. The feeling was one of impossible, burning fullness. She cried out, a sound of shock and piercing pleasure.
He froze his own eyes wide with feigned surprise. "Well, look at that. It seems you're full of surprises, Mohini. Now that it's open…" He gave a shallow, tentative thrust. Schllortch... A wave of utterly new, devastating sensation washed over her.
Her protest died in her throat, replaced by a low, wanton moan. "Nnnngh…!"
"You like that, you filthy girl?" he whispered, his voice laced with dark delight. "You like having your back door filled while your lower mouth is still dripping with my sticky white milk?" He didn't wait for an answer.
He began to move again, this time in her little pink hole, a slow, torturous rhythm that made her see stars. The stretch was immense, overwhelming, each movement, each thrusts into her little pink hole were a brutal.
It is an exquisite punishment, each one carving a new pathway of pleasure pain deep inside her. Schlllp... Glrk… Sqqush... The damp, filthy sounds filled the opulent room, a stark contrast to the quiet elegance of the penthouse.
Her body that is so new to this, gripped around him, every muscle clenching in a confused, overwhelming response. "You like that, you filthy girl?" George whispered and his voice a rough caress against her ear, so at odds with the vulgarity of his words.
"You like having your little pink hole filled while your lower mouth is still dripping with my sticky white milk?" She couldn't form words, could only press her face into the silk sheets and moan, a high, desperate sound. "Nnnngh! Bang!"
"That's it. Let me hear you. Let me hear how much you love it, you cheating little slut." The degradation twisted something loose inside her, a final thread of inhibition snapping.
Her hips began to move, tentatively at first, then with more purpose, meeting his thrusts with a clumsy, eager rhythm of her own. "Yes! God, yes, George! Don't stop! It's so… full." He chuckled, a dark, possessive sound that vibrated through her entire body.
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