Chapter 63: Insatiable Woman (2) [ 18]
Irene was still panting, her cheek pressed against Kaiser’s muscular and sweaty shoulder, her own body trembling from the last shivers of orgasm. A heavy, moist heat pulsed between her thighs, her intimate muscles still clenched and contracted around him, hypersensitive, almost painful.
Kaiser didn’t give her ti to catch her breath. With a brutal movent, he withdrew halfway, flesh sliding over flesh, then thrust back in with a sharp, deep stroke, all the way to the hilt.
"Aaaah! Hnnng... W-wait!" she moaned, her voice hoarse and broken. Her blue-green eyes, misty, widened. "I just ca, it’s too sensitive!" Her hands, with nails painted pink, gripped Kaiser’s knotted forearms as if to push him away, but she lacked the strength, and her nails instead dug into his pale skin, leaving thin red streaks.
He didn’t respond, his hot breath caressing her shoulder. His fingers imdiately slid up her torso, finding the hardened pink tips of her pale breasts, still marked from the pressure of his chest. He pinched them hard, twisting them precisely, tearing a new high-pitched moan from the duchess. "Hyiii!"
At the sa ti, he resud his rhythm, fast, relentless. Slap-slap-slap! Each violent thrust made their pelvises smack loudly against each other, her flesh quivering under the impact.
"Kaiser... I... Hnn! Ah! Too... too hard..." she protested, but her own body, despite her words, was already arching toward him, the curve of her back deepening. The cold air on her damp skin made her shiver.
He slipped a hand between them, his thumb effortlessly finding her swollen, glistening, and soaked clit. He rubbed it in quick, firm circles, without rcy, while continuing to pound her deeply. Schlak-schlak-schlak!
"Hyaaaaaaah!" A hoarse cry, almost a sob, escaped her, her head thrown back. Her pale legs, veined with blue on the inside of her thighs, tightened reflexively around his waist, her calves crossing over his lower back.
Then, without warning, he withdrew completely with a wet sound. Pflit.
"H-hein?" Irene gasped, unbalanced by the sudden emptiness.
She didn’t have ti to protest further: he grabbed her narrow hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, flipped her over with a brusque gesture, and slamd her stomach down against the polished, cold surface of the desk.
Her full, heavy breasts crushed against the wood, the hardened nipples rubbing against the smooth surface. She gasped, surprised by the cold contact, as he firmly lifted her hips with one hand, exposing her round, pale backside, still marked red where his fingers had gripped.
Kaiser grabbed her buttocks with both hands, spread them slightly, revealing her glistening, parted sex, then thrust into her again. Schlllopp!
"GYAAAAH!" Irene scread, her forehead and palms now pressed against the desk, her slender fingers vainly scratching the varnished wood, leaving no trace.
Slap! His broad hand ca down on the curve of her right buttock. The flesh jiggled, reddening instantly.
"Ah!" A short, cut-off cry.
Slap! On the left, harder.
He seized her two slender wrists, crossed them brutally in the small of her back, holding them with one powerful hand, and began taking her violently again. Paf! Paf! Paf! Each thrust made her entire body shake, made her reddening buttocks smack against his pelvis. The sound of flesh being struck echoed, an obscene trono, in the silent room.
Slap! Paf! Slap! Paf! Ah! Hnnng! The impacts, the muffled moans, Kaiser’s hoarse panting all mingled. Irene, her face turned to the side, mouth open letting drool trickle out, could only submit and feel, each violent sensation pushing her deeper into her arousal.
"You wanted it harder, didn’t you?" he growled between two ragged breaths, his voice scraped raw by the effort.
Irene only responded with a long, continuous moan, "Mmmmhhhh...
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