Indulging in pleasure at a private spa (5)

The boy suddenly let out a shout and began thrusting faster. He thrust in and out about ten times in one go, then,
panting , he gradually slowed his movements.

He was covered in sweat as he slowly withdrew his penis from me.

A pale purple condom covered my genitals, lying diagonally on my smooth vulva. His penis was still hard and erect,
veins bulging, menacing. Only the tip of the condom was filled with milky white semen.

The boy released my legs.

I was already a little tired, so I curled up my legs, turned over, and lay on my side,
using my arm as a pillow, my large buttocks facing him. I also pushed the cushion under my buttocks off the massage bed.

The boy's hands gently caressed my wet buttocks.

"Sister, are you satisfied?" "Not

bad,"

I said lazily in a soft voice. I squinted my eyes, enjoying the afterglow of my orgasm, panting with lingering pleasure.

How many orgasms did I have just now, three or four? I forgot.

The drug was working. Even though I was lying still, the lustful fluid inside my body was still being secreted endlessly
, surging into the hot walls of my flesh, where I tightened my vaginal opening and locked it inside. "

Fine, even with half my strength, I can't subdue you." "Don't rush, wait a moment."

I was a little sleepy: ...Hmm.

A moment later, I felt a hand touching my face. Opening my eyes, I saw a boy's youthful, energetic
body standing before me. He was completely naked, except for a condom on his penis.

Looking at it up close, I found his penis quite attractive.

Fifteen or sixteen centimeters long, perfectly straight, with a slightly upturned glans. His skin was naturally a healthy
bronze, but his penis was a darker shade, almost brown, the darkest part of his skin.

His penis stood proudly erect, pointing menacingly at me, almost poking my face.

I noticed he had changed to a new, light green, transparent condom.

My vaginal canal involuntarily tightened, a slight throbbing pain spreading through me.

The thought of that young, strong penis about to plunge deep into my cavity again, bringing me to another climax, made
me feel an even greater surge of heat within me.

The penis—no, the boy—said: "Sister, let's change positions."

So I lazily propped myself up, letting my juices flow freely beneath my large buttocks
while methodically tidying my hair: "So, how strong was it this time?"

The boy was half right.

I don't particularly like the woman-on-top position, but I really love this one.

Riding on a man is like riding a wild bull. At these times, I'd bounce my large buttocks, sometimes
moving up and down, sometimes swaying my hips back and forth, turning into figure-eights. Whether fast
or slow, deep or shallow, it was all up to me. I love watching the man lying beneath me,
his expression gradually crumbling under wave after wave of pleasure, his face a struggle of effort and ecstasy.

That dual satisfaction, both psychological and physical, is simply wonderful.

I effortlessly mounted the boy, swallowing his erect penis whole with my wet, moist passage.

The head of his penis reached my deepest point. The intense stimulation and pleasure almost suffocated me.

The precum that had been trapped inside seemed to find an outlet, rushing down the penetrating shaft
.

My waist and buttocks seemed to gain a mind of their own, moving spontaneously. His

large buttocks bounced up and down. The accumulated heat within me turned into a frothy, sticky fluid, quickly coating

the boy's pubic hair and lower abdomen with a glossy sheen right before my eyes . I bit my lip, enduring the tingling sensation in my tailbone and spine, my right hand gathering my hair, my left hand protecting my bouncing breasts . Then I let out a long, comfortable breath. The boy lay beneath me, his long legs outstretched. With each increasingly frenzied rhythm, he gasped, "Too fast, sister, too fast!" He gripped my waist, pulling me closer to him, pressing our genitals together to stop his large buttocks from rising and falling. His penis pierced me, as deep as it could go. But this couldn't stop me. I changed the position of my legs, from squatting to kneeling, placing the backs of my feet on the boy 's thighs. I twisted my waist and swayed my hips. Back and forth, left and right, clockwise and counterclockwise. His large buttocks spun rapidly like a millstone, thick, sticky fluid and intense currents of pleasure emanating from the point where our genitals met. I leaned my upper body slightly to the side and back, using my hand covering my chest to trace down the crevice of my buttocks. My fingertips touched a wet lump. The surface was rough, a little bumpy. It was sticky, covered in the dripping fluid. I could feel two taut, shrunken balls inside. So I gently traced my five fingernails across his scrotum. The boy hissed and immediately began kicking, yelling beneath me: "No! No! No! No!" His handsome face was now contorted with rage from the exertion. He stammered, as if that was the only word he could utter. I rode him with my massive buttocks, reveling in the supreme sense of conquest, feeling a tingling electric current coursing through my body, leaving me refreshed. I looked down at him with disdain: "How much power have you achieved, hmm?" "Ten percent, ten percent." "Who's subduing whom?" "I... I'm subduing you, sister." I panted, slowing down slightly, my hip movements shifting to a figure eight, still slowly and steadily rotating my millstone- like buttocks. I leaned forward, my hands bracing against his shoulders. My loose hair fell across his face. "Kid, believe me or not, I'll play you to death?" "I believe you, I believe you, old lady." I chuckled, then commanded him: "Let go of my hands." Actually, I didn't have the energy to shake my hips anymore. I hadn't eaten anything for breakfast, lunch, or even dinner the day before. I only ate two biscuits on the plane and drank a lot of red and white wine before coming to the spa. Right now, my limbs were weak, and I was a little tipsy. The boy obediently released my waist.

I struggled to change my leg position, returning from a kneeling to a squatting position. Instead of sitting firmly on him, I
stood on tiptoe, raised my large buttocks, and pulled his penis out of my cavity, leaving only the glans inside.

I panted, pulling my hair back. I

placed my hands on the massage bed, supporting myself on either side of his head. This position was somewhat like
the "wall slam" described online.

I commanded him: "Move yourself."

The boy lifted my large buttocks, and he seemed to be struggling. He tried to arch his back, and the
tight, prickly sensation of our bodies closing together returned, his long penis filling my cavity again, almost piercing me. "

Like this, sister?"

I craned my neck and let out an "oh. "

As I lay back down, his penis withdrew.

He asked again: "Is this how you fuck sister?" "

Push in again."

I said in a trembling voice: "Yes… like this… it feels good." "

Pull out again.

" The boy asked, "Want to do it again?" He thrust his hips again, pushing his penis as deep as possible into my belly, his
lower body pounding against my labia and clitoris.

At first, I responded, but later I simply stopped responding, enjoying the increasingly rapid stimulation.

The boy started to speed up.

I couldn't help but let out a series of guttural sounds, looking down to see specks of precum splattered on his lower abdomen.

He thrust like this for about a hundred times.

With the boy's up-and-down movements below me, I leisurely enjoyed wave after wave of pleasure, comfortably
tilting my head back.

But suddenly, things changed.

The boy thrust his hips upwards, filling my cavity, pounding against my clitoris. As before, I was immersed in
the rhythm of pleasure, waiting for the tide to recede and the waves to come crashing back.

But this time, he didn't lie back down on the massage bed.

The boy suddenly took my left nipple into his mouth. Before I could react, he began to suck hard on the fleshy, nail
-like nipple.

My left side went limp in an instant.

A sharp, tingling sensation startled me, causing me to look down and meet his gaze.

The boy stared at me. Half his face was buried in my snow-white breasts, both glistening with sweat
.

He was sucking with great force, as if trying to suck my entire breast into his mouth. His wet, hot tongue nimbly
danced around my erect penis, sweeping back and forth over the tip.

I looked into his eyes, my mouth half-open, parched, wanting to say something, but—suddenly
, an orgasm erupted.

An incomparably intense, tingling sensation surged through my body like an electric current, instantly filling every nerve
.

I trembled all over, my weak, limbs unable to support me, and I collapsed onto the boy, screaming at the top of my lungs.

This orgasm was particularly intense.

The intense orgasm and the urge to urinate urged me to involuntarily raise my hips, but before my penis was fully detached from the glans
, I began to incontinent. It sprayed all over my lower abdomen.

The intense pleasure left my mind blank, and I went limp in his arms.

While my body was still reeling from the afterglow of my orgasm, the man beneath me suddenly flipped over, pulling me close
and pinning me beneath him. With a powerful thrust, his penis plunged deep into my vagina again.

Our limbs intertwined, our hips pressed together, our lower bodies tightly connected.

What followed was a storm of ferocious thrusting.

The boy sucked firmly on my clitoris with his mouth. His fierce penis repeatedly plunged deep into me. He was like a
leech, clinging tightly to me, wantonly sucking at my soul, while simultaneously injecting a potent, numbing pleasure
into my prey, making me increasingly powerless to resist.

Under such intense rape, I gradually went limp beneath him, letting him fuck me until
I could barely breathe , my buttocks trembling wildly.

Suddenly, a sensation even more intense than the previous orgasm came.

I involuntarily rolled my eyes, shuddered with pleasure, and cried out, tensing every muscle
. I felt as if I had lost all weight, floating up and down in the raging torrent of orgasm.

The moment a large amount of hot fluid sprayed onto the massage bed and the floor, my legs trembled violently, yet I felt an
incomparable pleasure.

At this moment, I didn't even have the strength to close my legs, but the person clinging to me, still deeply penetrating me,
showed no sign of letting me go.

The boy played with my two fleshy nail-like nipples. The left one was still being sucked in his mouth,
while the right one was being rapidly rubbed with his thumb and forefinger.

At the same time, he thrust his hips rapidly.

Because he was sucking on fleshy nails, his voice was muffled: "Man on top of man, flesh in flesh..." What are the last two lines
, do you know

, sister? No, I don't know...

My shaved, smooth, thick vulva was being violently slapped.

My mind was filled with a tingling sensation, feeling his buttocks rising and falling faster and faster. The fully inserted
penis repeatedly stretched and tightened my vagina, rubbing the already hot walls of my vagina until they became even hotter.

The boy, aiming at me, lost in the throes of orgasm, began his final thrusts.

A deafening, high-pitched moan, and the rapid, rhythmic slapping sounds echoed through the bathroom.

(To be continued)

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