"My Girlfriend Xiao Qi" Las Vegas Honeymoon

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The three women in the office, having nothing to do, chatted amongst themselves while the men were away.
"Wow, the passion fruit we bought in this group buy is so sweet!"
"Really? I want to try some too."
I took out a knife and cut the passion fruit open. Yellow, translucent juice splattered out, splashing onto my hands and clothes.
I quickly licked the juice off my hands, which drew gossip from my colleagues.
"Hey, Xiaoqi, can you not be so professional?" one colleague said.
"What? It's just a little lick."
"Please, what if Feng sees you licking like that?"
"Yeah," another colleague said, "Aren't you afraid he'll pin you down on the photocopier and make you want to scream?"
"He's a father of four!" I said, "And his wife is pregnant again, isn't she?"
"Didn't you see the way he looked at you?"
"How?" I took out some tissues and tried to wipe the passion fruit juice off my clothes.
"His eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets!"
"Yeah, and you're dressed way too provocatively."
The passion fruit juice left a small, light yellow stain on my chest.
I said, "It's not provocative at all, it's just a shirt and a short office skirt, isn't it?"
This is one of the problems associated with having large breasts. My colleague is a petite woman with small breasts.
Clothes that look normal on her become sexy lingerie on me.
I usually buy size M tops, and my chest always bounces too tight, sometimes even the buttons popping off.
Unbuttoning a shirt or two reveals my cleavage.
I've had to keep some sewing supplies in my office; this has happened more than once.
But I do think women should be curvy; that's what makes them feminine.
"Have you two planned your honeymoon next month?" my colleague asked.
"Yeah, we're going to Las Vegas,"
the two women replied, their eyes lighting up at the mention of Las Vegas.
"Hey, what's going on with you guys? Gamblers?"
"It's Las Vegas!"
"Wow! Xiaoqi! That's great!"
I smiled and brushed them off, "Okay, okay, I'll bring you gifts back."
I
took a month's leave and went to the United States for my honeymoon with my husband.
Las Vegas wasn't quite what I had imagined.
Although it's a city, it's probably only about the size of Keelung.
Before we left, we planned a very quick "drive-thru wedding,"
so I even brought a slightly sexy cheongsam to the United States.
It was a red, off-the-shoulder, backless cheongsam with gold floral embellishments;
the fabric at the chest was red tulle, revealing a deep cleavage.
I spent 30 minutes doing my makeup, and then I registered my marriage with my husband in the United States.
After registering, of course, it was time for a feast and a high-stakes gamble!
However, while we were choosing a restaurant, my husband was drawn to all sorts of strip clubs.
Although I was also interested in American strip clubs, going to one on our wedding night seemed a bit strange.
So we decided to go to a "more formal" strip club, the kind where you gamble and strip.
It's kind of a new trend in Las Vegas lately—gambling tables on one side, and strippers to keep you company on the other.
So we chose a high-class-looking casino that combined stripping and gambling, and drove in.
After putting our luggage in our hotel room upstairs, we went downstairs to find something to eat.
Because I was wearing a sexy cheongsam, there was nowhere to put my wallet,
so I didn't bring anything and left the room key and phone with my husband.
When we got to the first floor, wow, it was really luxurious.
There was a huge floor-to-ceiling aquarium, a luxury yacht showroom, and a whole bunch of slot machines with dumpling tables.
However, we couldn't find anything to eat after walking around, so we went to the basement.
The basement was different again. Unlike the luxurious and bright first floor, the basement's decor and lighting had a wild and glamorous style.
One side was the gaming area, and the other side was the machine area.
I was holding my husband's hand, and I saw many strippers and female dealers at the gaming tables giving him flirty looks.
Of course, I wasn't going to be outdone, after all, I came prepared today; I
was wearing a sexy white bridal thong underneath, and only white lace bra pads on my upper body.
Strutting in my high heels, as if declaring my husband my prey,
I struck a professional, seductive pose, like a model, to be my husband's "playmate."
"
Want to try your luck at the table?" I asked my husband.
"Sure. I've never been to a table before, I always play at arcades!" he said.
So we chose a blackjack table.
The dealer was a Spanish beauty dressed as a stripper in a low-cut black top.
There were only two customers sitting at the table next to her, but seven or eight men were watching,
and three strippers were trying to "promote themselves."
Seeing my husband and me about to sit at the table, they tactfully made room for us.
The dealer politely asked, "Would you like to play alone or with someone?"
"Single," my husband said, then had me sit on his lap.
Three strippers nearby glanced at me, probably wondering which establishment had hired an Asian dancer.
One of the darker-skinned Mexican girls was down to just leopard-print underwear,
one hand covering her chest, and a wad of cash tucked into her arm.
Probably a patron who had just won money and given it to her.
The other two blonde girls were relatively well-dressed;
one wore a leather jacket over a typical white mini-dress;
the other, though only in a bikini and shirt, 　　was relatively normal compared to the many other tourists dressed even less
at the poolside near the parking lot . 　　The bunny girl dealer bent down and took out a box of chips: "How much money do you want to exchange?" 　　Her breasts were quite ample, probably around a D or E cup. 　　Coupled with her round and perky buttocks, she had a very curvaceous figure.

She was a typical Spanish beauty.
When she bent over, her breasts almost burst out,
and from the front, she was practically naked from the waist up.
Not just her "northern hemispheres," probably two-thirds of them were exposed!
The tips of her bra cups barely covered her nipples. No wonder so many men were gathered around.
My husband exchanged some five- and ten-dollar chips and let the dealer deal the cards.
Whether it was good luck or the dealer was deliberately cheating, he won several rounds in a row at first.
The bunny girl dealer, who had initially been all smiles, started sweating profusely, and the crowd around them grew larger.
We had initially brought a hundred dollars to gamble, but now we had two hundred and twenty.
My husband won a lot of chips, so he exchanged them for some money and stuffed a few bills into my pocket.
"Here, give Xiaoqi your share! With you around, my luck is really good!"
"Hmph, of course, I'm wearing all red."
Those snobbish strippers cheered and applauded, praising my husband's gambling skills and
saying he had a great body and was handsome, while striking seductive poses. Did they even respect me, their wife?
They were practically begging him to stuff the money into their breasts.
The Mexican girl who was only in her underwear seemed to have already left with a gambler;
it's really convenient that this kind of casino combines gambling and striptease, with a hotel upstairs and another hotel next door—it really is Las Vegas.
Luckily, my husband's English isn't very good, and he probably didn't understand the girls' babbling.
But I can guess they were eyeing the stack of chips on my husband's table.
As the wife, how could I lose to these escort strippers?
Although they were professional foreign strippers with blonde hair and blue eyes, I'm at least a part-time print model.
I leaned lightly on my husband's shoulder, crossed my legs, and let the high slit of my cheongsam reveal my entire upper thigh,
even the knot of my thong was showing, seemingly provocatively to the stripper next to us.
My husband happily interacted with me, his large hands roaming over my fair thighs.
I noticed a reaction in his pants, perhaps he was ready, though it wasn't very obvious.
I leaned against him, and while he placed his bets and waited for his cards,
I gently rested my breasts on his arm, embracing him.
It looked like an intimate gesture between lovers, but subtly, it showcased my impressive 34E bust.
Because I wasn't wearing a bra, the outline of my breasts was very clearly visible under the silk cheongsam.
The other onlookers, who had been peeking at the sexy dealer dealing the cards,
were now drawn to my actions.
Two strippers, perhaps having found their boss, started posing provocatively and unbuttoning their clothes.
But Xiaoqi still captivated most of the audience; perhaps that's the allure of a professional model?
My husband gambled a couple more times, and the chips on the table piled even higher.
He happily pulled me aside and said, "Let's quit while we're ahead! Let's go to the next table!"
So we moved on to the next table. This time we went to the roulette table
.
The dealer was a brown-haired girl with a slight Eastern European accent;
perhaps she was from Ukraine or Russia?
She was wearing a tight vest and shiny leather pants, and
was quite tall, maybe 175cm, almost taller than my husband.
While she didn't have the same curvaceous figure as the Spanish dealer at the previous table, she still had a model-like proportion.
Those long, slender legs really made me feel like life was unfair.
I'm 168cm, which is considered long-legged in Taiwan;
but I probably need to wear 10cm heels to compare to her.
There weren't many gamblers at this table. The dealer smiled slightly at my husband when he saw us approach.
The two muscular men whispered to each other for a moment before following us to the table.
I stole a glance; their arms were very thick, almost as thick as my thighs!
My husband took out all his bets and placed them on "Red," "Even," "Big," and "Big One-Third."
The Ukrainian dealer frowned. "Place your bets carefully."
My husband nodded, and the Ukrainian dealer placed the ball.
Suddenly, two men next to him said in a serious tone, "Excuse me, please show me your identification documents."
"Sorry, look at what I'm dressed like... I don't have my passport with me; it's in my room upstairs."
My husband was also taken aback by the sudden call.
It seemed they were the casino's bodyguards.
"Why are you checking passports?"
one of the men said. "According to Nevada law, people under 18 are not allowed in casinos."
My husband protested, "We already checked when we checked in, so we left it upstairs."
The man was very firm: "You should have it with you. You can go upstairs to get it and then come back down."
My husband got angry: "Wait, how old do you think she is? She's 29."
Perhaps the white man couldn't tell our real age, he tilted his head and said, "Sir, to me, she looks like a high school student."
Hearing this, although I was happy, I still had to pretend to be angry: "Okay, honey, we'll go get it."
My husband nodded and was about to leave when he was blocked by another bodyguard.
"Excuse me, casino rules state that you can't leave the room after the ball has been played."
My husband had no choice but to hand me the room key. "Go get it then."
So I was led to the elevator by this muscular man, while my husband was watched by another bodyguard and stayed at the gambling table. The
elevator was on the other side of the casino. We took the escalator to the first floor,
and then we wandered through aquariums and exhibition halls.
Several men queuing to check in at the counter and some gamblers on the street kept glancing in my direction.
Perhaps it was because I wasn't wearing a bra, my breasts were jiggling a lot when I walked?
Or was it because this was a strip club, and they were guessing how much this lady cost to bring out?
Oh, right, it was probably because of the burly man next to me.
A sexy, delicate oriental woman in a cheongsam walks with a burly, muscular man into a strip club.
And they were heading towards the guest room elevator—what else could happen?
I couldn't help but glance at the muscular man's pants behind me.
Hmm. Looks like he's "ready" too. The white man's size is definitely a size larger than the Asian man's.
It's like comparing a 7-Eleven original sausage to a yogurt drink—
one is soft, chewy, cute, and bouncy, while the other is a hard, angular plastic bottle!
Passersby might be thinking, "I've heard Asian girls are very tight; she'll probably be played with until her legs go weak."
Hmph, too bad Xiaoqi is just going back to her room to get her passport
. We went to the elevator area together. He took the elevator upstairs with me, but just as I was about to press our floor button, he pressed the top floor button instead.
"We live on the 18th floor, why are we going to the rooftop..."
"Stop pretending, you slut. Who are you? Trying to make money by soliciting customers at our casino?"
I quickly explained, "No. I'm with my husband..."
"Husband?" He scoffed, "What husband would stuff money into his wife's cleavage?"
"Come with me to my room to get his passport, it'll prove he's my husband..."
Before I could finish, he grabbed my collar and slammed me against the elevator wall.
The buttons on my cheongsam were undone, revealing my slender, white shoulders and rounded breasts.
"I'll give you two options:
First, join our company, live on the rooftop with the other dancers, and settle down here long-term. We'll provide food and lodging, and take 30% of your earnings.
Second, attend our casino's seduction training course, find a man, and have some fun with our male customers—that'll be considered temporary work."
Join the company? That would turn me into a real stripper! I'm here to get married!
No choice, I had to choose option two.
They
led me to a larger room at the back.
It was a duplex on the rooftop, with windows overlooking the entire venue.
The venue, the location of the so-called "seduction course,"
had a runway extending from the right to the center, resembling a fashion show, with a bar on the opposite side.
We were on the other side, above what appeared to be a rooftop, though we couldn't see it clearly.
At the top of the runway was a steel pipe, with a small fence next to it, presumably to prevent impulsive audience members from rushing onto the stage.
The stage on the right connected to the backstage, which in turn led to the "staff-only" dressing area we had just been in.
Although there was considerable soundproofing, we could still hear very loud music playing downstairs.
A stripper was performing on stage, surrounded by a dozen or so audience members.
In addition,
there were probably dozens of tourists and some girls dressed as bunny girls, similar to the sexy dealers and table owners, on the dance floor and inside the venue.
The bartenders were girls wearing vests and shiny leather pants.
It seemed that those in bunny girl costumes were lower-level strippers who could be taken out,
while those in vests and shiny leather pants were management personnel.
In other words, my husband was sitting at a special table, which is why I was pulled over to have my passport checked?
"
So you're the woman who barged into our casino to solicit customers."
Upon entering the room, before even seeing "Big Brother," I heard his voice. He asked, "How long have you been here?"
"I...I just landed in San Francisco last Saturday."
"Just arrived?" he said dismissively. "A wet-back chink, huh?"
The older brother sat behind a large desk, speaking with a Western accent.
He looked respectable, dressed in a suit, but his manner was unpleasant.
"Boss, should we take her straight to the cabin or..." The Latino security guard was interrupted halfway through his question: "What did you do before coming to America?"
Hearing "cabin," it was clear that this was where their strippers lived.
I thought that was the end of it, but the older brother still seemed hesitant.
"I'm the secretary, and also a part-time model,"
the older brother exhaled a puff of smoke. "Commercial models, I know."
He said to the bodyguard, "This girl is high-end; catching her is a big achievement. Go check her out and set a price."
Hearing this, the two bodyguards seemed very happy. They each grabbed one of my arms and pulled me to the large bed on the other side of the room, throwing me onto it.
There were lights and cameras nearby; it looked like they were ready to film a movie.
"Put on this outfit! Otherwise, there will be porn about you being gang-raped on the market!"
After saying that, he threw me a bunny girl outfit. It was their "staff" uniform.
"Where... do I change?" I asked.
"Of course, here!"
"Here...how can I?"
Looking at their fierce expressions, if they came and tore my clothes, I wouldn't be able to go back to my husband. I had no choice
but to obediently take off my cheongsam and cover my breasts with my hands.
Although I was still wearing nipple covers and a thong, it was practically the same as being completely naked.
"A thong? You Asians really do love this kind of thing," the Latino man said.
The white man continued to explain, "Thongs are easy to pull off, convenient for sex; but leather ones might be more marketable, and more convenient for striptease."
The Latino man went to the side and got a bottle that looked like massage lotion, then told me to lie face down on the bed.
Although I didn't know what he was going to do, they weren't going to give me a massage, were they?
"Lie down," the Latino hunk said. "Spread your legs."
"Huh?" Did I hear that right? "What are we going to do now?"
the white man said. "We're going to take some personal photos of you first, for when you go on stage later.
"We also need to see how you react. The boss told us to set a price for you."
"Set what price? Didn't you say the boss should set it..."
Before I could finish speaking, the Latino hunk pushed me down onto the bed.
His hands were covered in some kind of massage lotion, and he pulled down my thong and started smearing it on my genitals.
Seeing his actions, I reflexively squeezed my thighs together.
But his hands were stronger than my legs, and I couldn't stop him.
Although my thong wasn't pulled down, the liquid went through my lace thong, and my entire genitals were covered in that massage lotion.
Sure enough, it was probably some kind of aphrodisiac.
A hot, tingling sensation, like being covered in mosquito bites down there, surged up with a powerful stimulation.
That feeling flooded my brain:
Quick, find something to put out the fire.
Anything will do.
The Latino hunk, seeing my drastic change in expression, knew the drug had taken effect and looked at me with a broad smile.
"Have you heard of Spanish fly spray?"
I closed my eyes, desperately trying to suppress the urge.
The white man next to me spoke up again: "This Spanish fly spray is imported directly from Europe.
It's made from dried cantharidin powder mixed into massage lotion.
Cantharidin is poisonous; contact with it will cause blisters on the skin.
The cantharidin powder extracted from dried cantharidin stimulates the vagina and urethra, increases heart rate, and rapidly delivers blood to the reproductive organs,
bringing intense arousal. Excessive use can even cause clitoral valgus, leading to death from arousal; only rapid and vigorous penetration can alleviate the symptoms."
What he described sounded a bit like aphrodisiacs.
Could it be that Feng Xifan imported these goods from Spanish missionaries back then?
Thinking about this, perhaps because my mind shifted, my symptoms lessened slightly.
But I really wasn't in the mood to listen to his explanations, because that Latino hunk had already stripped naked while I was lost in passion!
He spread my legs apart with his body, grabbed my wrists with one hand, and aimed his huge, thick penis at my genitals with the other.
I wish I hadn't looked. Good heavens, could something that thick really fit?
It was like a plastic bottle, pressing tightly against me.
"Look how little pubic hair she has," the white man said. "And her pussy is so pink and closed up like a virgin's. And it's practically dripping with juices."
"Don't be silly," the Latino man said. "How can a prostitute be a virgin? She must only ever eat Chinese men's three-inch dicks."
"Try this, it'll make you feel like you're dying of pleasure, your legs will go weak," he said to me with a lewd grin.
I could only twist my body, but being held down by two big men, I couldn't do anything.
The Latino man let the white man control me, holding my waist, his huge penis aimed at my narrow opening, and he thrust in hard!
"Aaaaaah!" It seemed I couldn't resist any longer, and I couldn't help but cry out, closing my eyes to receive his pounding!
Unexpectedly, because my vagina was too tight, his enormous penis was firmly shut out and
couldn't get in at all!
"My God! She...she's a virgin!" the white man watching exclaimed.
"Ah...so tight..." the Latino man shouted, "I never thought I could fuck a virgin...it's been so long since I've helped my sister lose her virginity..."
"No!" the white man shouted, "No, I mean, what she said might be true!"
The Latino man once again lifted his thick penis, aimed it at my vagina, and thrust it in forcefully!
I couldn't help but cry out, "Ahhh!"
"What are you doing? What if she really is here on her honeymoon?" the white man pulled his hair, no longer caring about controlling me.
I closed my eyes tightly and felt his enormous penis squeeze in a little bit.
I gripped the sheets tightly, bracing myself for the Latino man's massive member, hoping
to slightly alleviate the intense desire aroused by the drug.
But just as he'd barely entered me,
"Big Brother" and the white bodyguard abruptly pulled him off me.
"You idiot!" Big Brother yelled, slamming his fist into the Latino man's head after pulling him up.
He seemed furious: "Didn't you say she was a prostitute?"
The white bodyguard shouted, "What prostitute is a virgin!"
I stared wide-eyed at what was happening; it was unbelievable.
After having the white bodyguard take the Latino man aside, Big Brother
went to the bed and returned my cheongsam.
"Sorry, miss, this is just a normal check-up procedure. Because of the inconvenience caused, the company is willing to give you some chips; we hope you won't tell anyone," he said.
"Hey, Mars," the older brother shouted to the white bodyguard, "Take her back to her room and check her ID!"
Although
she was released, the drug's effects hadn't worn off.
We walked down a long corridor towards the hotel area,
the terrible desire constantly stimulating my lower body.
Waves of desire surged within me, a strong urge to be violently penetrated.
I tried to keep my legs tightly closed, pretending to walk on a catwalk,
rubbing my lower body slightly.
But it was like building a sand wall on a beach to block the waves;
the desire was only temporarily suppressed, but collapse was inevitable.
Other guests saw me on the way, their expressions suggesting they were holding back something.
One asked, "Miss, are you alright?"
I could only manage a wry smile and reply, "I'm fine."
The
white bodyguard and I returned to the room.
Opening the door, the intense desire finally erupted
. I couldn't help but collapse onto the bed, panting heavily.
The white bodyguard, having just closed the door, saw me on the bed and immediately came over:
"What's wrong?"
"You…want to check my ID?" I asked him, pulling up my skirt and
then spreading my pubic hair, using two fingers to separate my vulva: "Come check me, shall we?"
The
white bodyguard's right hand immediately reached for his penis and pulled it out.
I sat on the pristine white bed, watching him hold that enormous penis in his hand and begin stroking it up and down.
The white man's thing really felt a whole size bigger than ours,
like a carrot!
When I came to my senses, the white bodyguard had already taken off his clothes,
walked over, put his arm around my shoulder, and started to take off my clothes.
He unbuttoned the top button of my collar,
revealing most of my snow-white, firm breasts.
My upper garment was caught by my erect nipples,
hanging gently in front of me.
He lifted my face, then, with a smile, lifted my chin,
bringing his enormous penis close to my face.
I was already under the influence of the drug,
my mind filled only with the thought of finding someone to penetrate me;
who had the mood to bite him at this point?
But there was no way around it; the grass is greener on the other side, and
larger penises require more preparation time.
I took a deep breath, intending to take it in my mouth,
but I couldn't even get past my front teeth.
I could only gently spit out some saliva and lick it with my tongue.
My cherry-like mouth gently held his massive penis,
my skillful tongue licking the glans.
He
reached down to the faint dark pubic hair below my abdomen,
the touch of his fingers sending a shiver of electricity through my body.
He wasn't using his fingers to probe my lonely, unbearable vulva;
instead, he cupped my entire genitals in his palm
and rubbed them back and forth.
I'd heard that foreign women had particularly large clitoris;
perhaps that would make foreigners feel good?
But when his rough skin rubbed against my delicate clitoris,
I could barely bear it.
That rough skin was like sandpaper,
brutally scraping my extremely sensitive clitoris again and again.
I groaned loudly, gasped for breath,
and arched my body and toes, trying to make myself feel better.
"Are you a virgin?" he asked.
But I couldn't answer at all;
I could only gasp and groan.
He rubbed, a satisfied smile on his face.
The
white bodyguard took off his shirt.
I gently touched his strong arms,
the firm lines and powerful muscles;
his upper arms seemed thicker than my thighs.
His blond hair and well-defined six-pack abs
reminded me of Beauty and the Beast.
What was Belle thinking when she faced the "Beast" at night?
His enormous, towering member stood before me,
thick and seemingly muscular;
its body was covered in bulging veins and a glans like an abalone mushroom,
with two large, plump testicles hanging below.
A pungent, sour smell assaulted my nostrils.
It stank, reminiscent of a toilet.
It felt like I was becoming his sex toy,
his toilet, his stinking penis
filling my body with his enormous scrotum full of semen.
That stench... I felt like if he penetrated me,
I'd never be able to wash it off properly...
It was alluring.
The overflowing male pheromones radiated endless attraction.
Like stinky tofu, the stinkier, the more alluring.
"
You little slut!" he said, "Want to be fucked by my big cock?"
I shyly turned my head away. But he 　　continued to tease my entrance
with his enormous, stinking penis . 　　"If you want it, just beg me." 　　I whispered, "I want..." 　　"Say: I want your big cock to fuck my virginity until it's rotten." 　　I looked at him with difficulty, "I want..." 　　He asked forcefully, "Want what?" 　　I turned my head away again, but he twisted it back. 　　"Say it quickly, you little slut." He asked while rubbing my breasts. 　　"I want to be fucked by your big cock..." 　　He was very close to me, and the saliva from when I gave him oral sex was still on it, 　　making his whole penis look shiny. 　　Looking at the penis under me, 　　the bulging veins and muscles, 　　a strong desire spread throughout my body. 　　Fuck me to death. 　　Fuck my little hole until it's rotten. 　　A voice in my heart shouted. 　　" 　　Your breasts are so bouncy!" He praised while rubbing them. 　　He pushed me down onto the bed, spreading my legs in a primal sexual position. 　　His penis rubbed against my entrance, 　　stiffly searching for the opening. 　　He couldn't get in. It was too big, too big. 　　That was my immediate reaction when I felt his penis searching. 　　That thing simply couldn't get in. 　　I tried to spread my legs a little wider, 　　then wrapped them around his waist. 　　"Ah...so tight..." he cried, "So you really are a virgin...ready to become a woman?" 　　He held his penis, trying to push it deeper. 　　His large member slowly squeezed in, little by little. 　　Even though I was already soaking wet, I still couldn't get him in smoothly. 　　I gripped the sheets behind me, biting my lower lip in pain. 　　He pushed in slowly, like giving me a shot, gradually spreading me open. 　　Inch by inch. 　　It felt like he was tearing my vagina apart, like my pelvis 　　was about to burst open. 　　How could something so big fit? 　　But it did, first the enormous glans, then slowly sliding in, 　　until… it was halfway inside me. 　　“Oh my god, all the way in,” he exclaimed. “You’re bleeding… you’re a virgin, I can’t believe it.” 　　He stared in surprise, 　　my pitiful expression making him kiss me without thinking. 　　Although he still stretched me full, 　　the kiss slowly relaxed my body.

I was also able to accommodate his enormous size more easily.
My vagina was filled to the brim with his penis, and
I could feel it throbbing.
He groaned comfortably a few times and
finally began to thrust.
His strong body swayed slowly back and forth.
Watching this man inside me, I
felt a mix of shame, admiration, and,
most of all, appreciation for his defined muscles combined with my perfect curves.
I gently held him, letting him lower his head to lick my breasts.
The intense lust fueled by the drug was finally extinguished by the pleasure of my vaginal fluids.
Waves of pleasure washed over me,
and my breasts bounced up and down with each thrust. I
felt a floating sensation, as if I were in heaven, and
my body involuntarily went limp.
"Ah—" I groaned violently.
"My darling," he said, "Do you want to be fucked to pieces?"
I didn't answer, just gasped for breath.
He stroked my hair and said softly,
"Don't worry, what happens in Las Vegas will stay in Las Vegas."
He picked me up and sat me in front of him,
my whole body suspended in the air, all my
weight concentrated at our point of contact.
"Take as much as you can," he said.
I gritted my teeth and sat down hard,
feeling like he was going to pierce my cervix.
His huge penis thrust in and out of my body,
making my lower body bulge.
I felt a spasm, and then a lot of fluid gushed out.
My legs were weak, and I couldn't sit still anymore.
He started to speed up.
"You're so tight, you're making me want to cum!" he shouted.
I felt him nearing his climax, and he
began thrusting wildly without restraint.
I don't know if it was the drugs or just how big he was, but
I felt a burning heat down there.
"Ahhh, I'm going to come..."
He gripped my legs tightly,
flipping my knees to my head.
Then he forcefully thrust his huge penis all the way in,
filling my cervix with his thick semen...
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