Though exhausted after hours of non-stop intimacy with Ana, Nolan still had the energy to walk to the door.
And soon he was already recovering from the intense exercise.
It was strange, but he felt as though his energy was nearly infinite. And that energy surged even more when he opened the door and found a stunning woman waiting for him.
The one standing at his door was Clarice. Her sight was breathtaking, causing a slight reaction from his body.
His neighbor was wearing a tight, short black silk negligee that barely covered her curves. The thin fabric clung to her sweaty body, leaving little to the imagination.
Her firm, erect nipples strained against the thin material, which had ridden up just enough to reveal she wore nothing underneath.
Her face was flushed, her eyes gleaming with a mix of desire and pleasure. Moreover, Nolan couldn't help but notice a faint glistening trail running from the woman's perverted cunt.
Nolan couldn't resist smiling confidently.
Clarice had clearly been pleasuring herself for quite a while before showing up there. Probably, she couldn't contain her arousal after hearing Ana's exaggerated moans.
Additionally, he couldn't overlook how her body still trembled slightly, and her breathing was heavy.
"Nolan…" she whispered, her voice husky and laden with intent. It was clear she was brimming with desire.
At the same time, there was a hint of irritation in her gaze. The girl, frustrated by not experiencing the same pleasure as Ana, needed to vent that frustration somewhere.
"What was all that noise about! Did you decide to blast a porno movie at full volume in your house or something?" she asked, her mind unable to comprehend that what she'd heard was real.
Clarice was an experienced woman with a rather frustrating sex life. She had learned early on that men simply weren't good at it. And she couldn't believe Nolan could be such an extraordinary exception.
The man, in turn, looked at her, his eyes scanning her sweaty body, marked by her own desire.
He did not bother to listen to any nonsense she was saying, as he did not need words to understand what she wanted. He could read the woman easily, simply by looking deeply into her eyes.
"Enter," he said, his voice deep and dominant, leaving no room for questioning.
Clarice wanted to say something more, but under the powerful gaze of that man, she instinctively lowered her head. Then the woman obeyed the order, feeling a mix of excitement and tension. What could Nolan want with that?
Regardless, she entered the apartment. Her nostrils immediately picked up the strong scent of sex permeating the room.
She could smell a man and a woman who had had sex like beasts in that place. Still, her mind refused to believe it was real. Because if Nolan was really that good, she was afraid she wouldn't be able to control herself.
She walked through the apartment with timid steps, approaching his bedroom. It was then that her eyes rested on his bed.
There was a beautiful blonde woman, lying sexily, her huge tits in full display, and with her legs spread exaggeratedly. From her pussy, she could see Nolan's hot cum leaking out.
Not only that, she saw remnants of semen were scattered all over the room and the woman's body, proving the extent of Nolan's release inside her.
But that wasn't all. Red marks were the result of hard slaps on that woman's butt. Furthermore, hickey marks covered her entire body.
What wild beast could have destroyed the woman so completely? Clarice thought that even if 100 men joined forces, they would not be able to do that.
At least not 100 men from that world.
Then her gaze returned to Nolan, who smiled confidently. He was wearing only underwear, revealing his toned and sensual body.
Then her gaze slowly fell to the man's groin. She could see his monstrous penis getting hard again, straining the fabric of the poor piece of clothing to its limit.
Indeed, he was like a sex beast... How could he still get hard after all that?
For a moment, Clarice felt her legs go weak, and she was sure that if Nolan asked her for anything at that instant, she would accept.
And for that very reason, she needed to flee.
The woman was obsessed with control, and she definitely wouldn't want to lose control so absolutely. She loved the pleasure of sex, but not to such an exaggerated degree. Not to the extent she would just become a horny whore.
However, before she could take a single step, Nolan approached and pulled her close with a passionate kiss. And the girl melted, feeling his warmth.
Clarice succumbed immediately, her arms wrapping around his neck, her body pressing tight against his. Her silk nightgown slid further, revealing more of her sweaty, hot skin.
Nolan wasted no time. His hands slid down her back, exploring every curve before settling on her hips. And, of course, he grabbed the woman's sensual butt firmly.
Then he pulled her even closer, making her feel the weight of his monstrous penis pressing against her belly. Clarice let out a low moan, overcome by pleasure.
"Nolan..." she murmured between kisses, her voice trembling and full of desire.
He didn't answer with words. Instead, his hands moved up to her breasts, squeezing them hard enough to make her gasp. Clarice was already completely dominated, her body responding to every touch as if it had been made just for him.
But just as the mood between them reached its peak, a deafening explosion echoed from outside, shaking the apartment walls and shattering the moment.
Clarice and Nolan instantly pulled apart, their eyes darting toward the window.
The once-quiet night was now lit by a blinding flash, followed by distant screams and the sharp crash of breaking glass.
"What was that?" Clarice asked, her voice still hoarse, but now laden with concern.
But Nolan didn't respond immediately, as he looked at it with concern.