Chapter 78
The man who kissed her again and again and sometimes brushed her hair back was endlessly gentle above her waist, but below the waist, he was nothing less than a beast, as if born only to relentlessly rut.
From the moment Cynthia had first touched it with her fingertips, his c**k had looked dangerously ferocious, and now it carved its own path as it thrust deeper and deeper inside her.
The thick tip, as aroused as it was, persistently chased after her cervix as it retreated further away, filling up the stretched passage completely until it finally rammed against the back wall of her womb.
Thud—!
A dull ache resonated deep beneath her belly. The faster Segleninde thrust, the more Cynthia felt like her whole body would shatter, making her cry. No matter how much she tried to tense her stomach and stop him, he pushed in with even greater force, piercing her narrow inner walls, driving deeper still until he struck her cervix.
Her lower belly was throbbing so much it almost felt painful.
“H-hng, mm, ugh, ah, it hurts, my belly, it hurts…”
When Cynthia whimpered, almost crying, Segleninde quickly slowed his pace.
With slow, heavy thrusts, he pressed deep inside her, the thick tip of his c**k scraping slowly along her tightly contracted entrance. He, too, was breathing heavily and with effort.
“You don’t hate it now, right? Haa, it doesn’t hurt anymore. I can keep going, right…”
Even as he carefully kissed away every tear on her face, he didn’t stop moving his hips completely. As if to make her feel even better, he whispered in a gentle voice and reached down to softly rub her c******s.
From her tightly plugged s*x, her juices welled up, and she swallowed his thick c**k all the way to the root. Despite trying to run away, her cervix was caught to the very end, left with nowhere else to go, yielding its entrance to his glans, which pressed in and crushed it.
At the same time, as he rubbed her stiff c**t faster with his fingers, Cynthia’s vision went white. She made sounds even she couldn’t understand as her hips quivered and she released a flood of liquid through the tightly clenched opening.
But Segleninde didn’t stop. As Cynthia’s inner walls squeezed him tightly through her climax, he judged that it felt even better and that he could move more vigorously, so he began pounding her as before.
Thrust! Thrust, thrust!
“Mm, ugh! Haa, aaang!”
Even though she had just climaxed, she wished—just for a moment, just a brief pause—that he would stop. But instead, Segleninde gripped her waist tightly with both hands, moving his hips at a steady rhythm and striking exactly where she felt it the most.
Meanwhile, he licked her lips, then forced his way inside her mouth, ravaging it with his tongue just like his c**k did to her s*x, chasing after her fleeing little tongue, tangling and sucking on it fiercely.
With his thumb, he rubbed her c**t even more busily, as if to show that he knew exactly what she liked. Swept up in another wave of climax, Cynthia sobbed in pleasure. When their lips finally parted, she clung to his shoulders with both hands, pushing and lowering her head.
“N-No, uuugh, mm!”
“But you don’t hate it.”
He knew that if he kept thrusting like this, Cynthia would cry with joy and gush out sweet liquid again, so he had no reason to stop.
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