[Margaret’s POV]
The afternoon stroll had hastily co to an end because Donald was too eager, seemingly in desperate need of my comfort!
"Ha! Hmm... Donald!"
After the door of the hospital room slamd shut, Donald’s long, sturdy arms encircled my waist, and he bent down to seal the lips that I had wanted to continue speaking with.
Donald kissed with great emotion, yet his touches on were exceptionally gentle. He usually preferred more wild and direct sexual encounters, so the tenderness he exhibited today was a rare occurrence.
Because he had to be careful of the wound on my shoulder, Donald wasn’t able to take off all of my top. Instead, in a fit of passion, he undid my bra and firmly grasped my breasts, gently yet powerfully massaging them!
His other hand wasn’t idle either, holding my waist and quickly positioning on the hospital bed.
His actions were completed very swiftly, and by the ti I regained so of my senses, my entire body was pinned down on the bed, unable to move, and the area near my thighs, left unprotected by the hospital gown, was already harshly confronted by his vigorous mber!
Donald had no intention of relieving himself. His trim waist tense, he breathed hotly and urgently through his flared nostrils, as if the next second he would lose control and penetrate , completely claiming .
I was sowhat shocked by his urgency. I lowered my head to look at his sizable mber against but was quickly stopped by Donald gripping my chin, forcing to lift my face passively to endure his unbearable and excited desire!
His tongue was forceful and passionate, as if it intended to draw my soul directly into his stomach.
I responded to him with equal fervor, but this action, like a final fuse, instantly ignited his aggressive advances!
"I can’t hold back any longer, baby! I’ll be gentle...."
"Hmm? You... Donald, slow down! I’ll help you!"
Donald didn’t plan on accepting my gradual assistance; he only wanted to occupy all of imdiately, to have my warmth envelop his firm and intense desire.
When Donald’s mber thrust in, I was still stunned by its terrifying size, always feeling an absurd sensation that he might tear apart!
But it seed I was uniquely gifted, as I smoothly accommodated all of Donald. He sighed deeply, and his hot breath ignited next to my ear.
When Donald and I made love, there was always an incredible synergy and comfort, a familiarity earned through adjustnt, understanding exactly which angles and positions brought true pleasure to each other!
The skin on Donald’s back was very firm to touch, a pleasure to hold, and my nails, neatly trimd during my recovery, did not damage him, allowing only a slight and feeble curling and spreading, fully welcoming the man on top of .
My entire body, except for the bandaged wound on my shoulder, had been stripped bare by Donald, my skin beginning to flush with the intensity of the act, blooming beautifully in the daylight like a tender, radiant bud!
I was taken to the heights of ecstasy, completely oblivious to the pain from the wound on my shoulder. When the wound slightly tore open and the sll of blood brought back a trace of Donald’s senses, our closely intertwined, erotically tangled movents gradually slowed.
I looked up to kiss Donald’s neck, lightly humming through my nostrils, questioning why he had suddenly stopped.
Donald leaned down to kiss back, his voice hoarse as he explained, "Your wound has opened up; doesn’t it hurt?"
I looked up at him in confusion but suddenly crashed into his eyes filled with teasing and intense frustration, "Hmm? What, what happened?"
Seeing like this seed to frustrate Donald greatly. He silently observed for several seconds, then bit his lip, as if making a certain decision.
Seeing Donald lean into , I thought he was going to kiss and lifted my chin to et him, but instead of his lips, the next second I felt his hot breath on my neck!
"Ah! Donald... why are you biting ?" I suddenly felt pain and looked at him with slightly furrowed brows.
Donald smirked, explaining as he raised an eyebrow, "Let’s put this one on your tab for now, and you can pay back all together when you’re better."
After saying that, he rolled off and sat on the edge of the bed, his mber still lively and erect. I glanced at it, questioning him with my eyes.
Donald didn’t speak but quickly walked into the nearby bathroom, his additional explanation trailing behind him, "Although I’ve been extrely careful, the surgical wound on your shoulder still opened up. Just wait a bit for , I’ll be right out to call the doctor for you!"
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