Crash.
The last transparent glass shattered behind them and splattered into tiny pieces across the floor.
Mmm. Slurp. Slurp.
Wet sound echoed as two mouths clashed into each other like titans.
Bam.
"Ooouch!" the naked, fair, clingy lady screamed after she got thrown onto the king-sized bed covered with a black cloth.
Elia stood over the bed, breathing harshly as sweat coiled down on his skin. The room was dim, lit only by the streetlight's glow that bled through the frantic movement of the white curtains.
They snapped against the window frame with a sound like impatient fingers tapping harshly. Beneath him, the fair lady lay on her stomach, her mouth full of Elia's gigantic rod.
Glop! Glop! Glop!
A rhythmic glop of him moving inside her mouth filled the room. Her pupils vanished, leaving the wet, white moons of her sclera staring at the water-stained body.
He thrust his hard rod to and fro. And she sucked it like a lollipop.
AAaaaahhhh!
Mmmmmm!
A warm, salty fluid seeped from the tip of his cock onto the hole in her throat, then on her tongue as he pulled it out slowly.
"Turn, it's my turn," he commanded in a low, unsteady voice. "I will make sure there will be no soul left in you once I suck the hell out of you."
She moved sluggishly, obeying the push of his hands, then rolled onto her back. She opened her legs wide, like rocks parting ways for a river.
Elia slammed his palms at her bent knees, then smiled. He lowered himself, looked at the pink skin between her thighs, then licked his lips.
"Here I come," he said, shifted his eyes slightly upward, then back at the pink skin.
Mooommmm!
The lady's scream blasted the room whole when Elia's tongue found its way in the soft walls beneath the p*ssy.
He rolled his tongue like licking a creamy ice cream, while his right arm pressed hard on the lady's soft but raised breast.
He fumbled with the breast like squeezing ripped oranges, letting milk gush out of the nipple like jolly juice.
After a minute of licking her inner wound, the lady's pipe blasted, and her love juice splashed out like a dam.
It dripped on Elia's face when he raised his head and straightened himself between the trembling legs of the lady.
"Turn," he ordered, and slammed his left palm on the lady's thighs as if wanting to make her legs stop shaking.
She raised her hips and presented herself in a well-preserved posture. "Don't enter the upper ho—" she began, but her statement got cut off with a moan.
Her breath hitched. Her cheeks, already flushed, deepened to a blotchy crimson. Her eyes widened, seeing nothing. "FUuuuuuckkkk!"
Pah. Pah. Pah.
Skin-meeting-skin sound erupted with a force that shuddered through the bedframe. The tile floor beneath the cylindrical bed legs screamed in a high-pitched scrape, promising to let the grout splinter.
Tears welled in the corners of Aria's wide and sexy eyes, feeling overwhelmed from the sheer sensory overload of her own soft, ball ass jolt.
A choked gasp escaped her. "Take your timmme, Elia," she forcefully turned her head, her arm moving as if placing a trembling hand on his speeding hip.
Her frantic heartbeat against the mattress began to slow when her fingers slid from the speeding hip and landed in the thick, white, creamy liquid dressing the bed.
"Are you…" she paused, closed her eyes for a fleeting second, then cracked them open and swallowed hard. "Are you really the guy I always meet at the office?"
A thin smile cut across Elia's face. He withdrew his thick twelve-foot sticky rod from the glorious hole of the number 1 Technological Industry boss.
"I thought the dignified boss of Codex had the guts to shut everyone in second," he said and laughed faintly.
"Keep quiet," Aria ordered, turned her face into the pillow, and screamed in a muffled voice when something soft touched her already wet p*ssy.
Elia moved his middle finger and ring finger of his left arm from the top of her V-shaped pink skin. He bent down, licked the juicy liquid that had messed up both the no-trespass hole that he had widened and the p*ssy clean.
"Clean as always," he rose and slammed his rod on the left thigh of Aria.
The tip of his rod brushed once, twice, then on the third shoved inside the p*ssy, almost as if wanting to let it erupt from her mouth.
"Aaahhhhhh! Let me come fast. I adddmitttt… my loss. You're tooooooo good to be this passionate for both worksssssssss."
Elia didn't respond; he gripped the swell of her ass, squeezed it hard enough, and gritted his teeth.
Loud screams from both himself and the lady made the curtain flay upward, showing the thick darkness that seemed to move like a person.
Splashhhhh. Splashhh. Splashhhh.
Love juice from Aria bathed Elia's chest as he pulled out completely, the rod dangling between his thighs. He stared at her still body and rolled off.
Sweat traced paths down his abs as he lay on his back beside Aria's raised form.
"Already asleep, huh?" He slammed his left palm on the curve of her hip. Pah—which reddened in an instant.
He breathed in, out, then sighed. "Hah… what a night."
He stretched, muscles cracking, and laced his fingers behind his neck. He looked at the slope of her shoulder, the dark fan of her hair.
A smirk touched his lips as he watched how shallow breath exited her cum-filled mouth. He licked his lip, blinked twice, then shifted his gaze to the sky behind the open window.
Darkness swallowed everything the moment he let his eyelids fall.
Ding-ding-ting.
His eyes forcefully snapped open after having the end-of-the-world dream that almost made him wish for supernatural power so he could save people when it took place.
In the dream, people, animals, human-animals—the normal people—turned into zombies, and some merged with creatures, and mythical creatures loomed over the ruined world.
He saw Julius lying there in a pool of blood, his boss, and a few other ladies fleeing for their lives while being chased by people who had gained supernatural abilities.
Being the only one without an ability, he stood at the front of a collapsing building, Eunice standing beside him, her face bleeding heavily.
"Fuck. I will be late for work today," he said after glancing at the lit screen of his Samsung Galaxy S25 Ultra and the pre-dawn light that had been replaced by the orange sky.
He swung his legs off the bed, his feet finding the chill of the floor, then walked straight toward the bathroom without glancing back at the figure on the bed.
Inside, the showerhead coughed before spitting out a needle spray of cold water.
Splash. Splash. Splash.
Elia stood under it, letting it hammer his scalp and shoulders for two full minutes. He scrubbed with a sponge and a sliver of soap, then moved it over his athletic frame with an unfeeling stroke.
The water ran in rivulets down his skin, carrying away the sweat, the scent of her perfume, and the sticky evidence of the night. He turned off the tap.
"I now feel relieved," he said to the cracked tile wall.
With a brown towel around his waist, he padded back into the single room.
"What are we wearing, hmm?" He squinted at the wardrobe, scratched his fingers at his chin for two seconds, then smiled.
"Let's wear the casual black Polo T-shirt and the blue-black silk trousers." He wore the dress with a methodical speed. The trousers whispered as he pulled them on and zipped them.
He wrapped the wristband around his right arm and slipped the men's watch onto his left.
'Won't the president be at her office waiting for her like she said?' thoughts entered his mind as he turned in Aria's direction. But he dismissed them as quickly as they came.
A low, sleepy groan erupted, followed by the rustle of the bed. "Is it yet morning?" Aria said in a thick, sleepy voice, then squinted at him.
Elia said nothing but checked his watch for time.
"Give me a morning treat before you head for work." Aria pushed herself up on her elbows, the sheet pooling at her waist.
"I will call your boss and inform her that I called you to my office. I know your boss won't go against my words."
She slid fully from the bed and stood naked in the grey light. She opened her arms wide, as if craving a hug.
Elia looked at her soft-standing breasts, moved his gaze slowly to her V-shape between her legs, then sighed. He picked up his BMW remote controller and his office drawer keys from the small table by the door, which jangled softly in his hand.
"Another time," he said, then turned the knob. The door opened with a creak, revealing the dim, empty hallway.
He stepped through it and pulled the door shut behind him.
Inside the room, left in the sudden, profound silence, Aria's arms slowly lowered to her sides. "Well, well, we shall see."
Her face turned into a grim grin as she folded her arms over her huge, shimmering breasts.