Chapter 76
“An alluring sound reverberated through the bathroom.
But Floria wasn’t the only one aroused.
Aidan’s thick, long p***s rocked back and forth, its stiff hardness clear even through the murky water.
His prominent veins rubbed against Floria’s coarse pubic hair.
As she slowly moved her waist, her hips grinding the smooth flesh of her stomach, his p***s pressed eagerly, as if impatient to enter.
Her pale skin was being crushed.
“I’m going crazy…”
He murmured, then slid his hand beneath her arm, lifting Floria high between his arms.
Unaware of what he intended, Floria relaxed completely in his embrace.
Aidan pressed his pulsing p***s against her open entrance, teasing her flesh briefly before thrusting fully in, all the way to its root.
“Ugh!”
The hot water masked the enormous thrust as his shaft plunged deep.
“Aah.”
Floria moaned lightly, writhing her hips.
No matter how many times he entered, his presence was immense.
So thick, it felt like it might tear her.
Its weight was so intense that her stomach churned.
“Ha, haa…”
She panted, eyes wide, struggling even to breathe.
She dug her nails into his shoulder.
It didn’t hurt—only felt electrifying.
The moment he slid in, her membranes quivered and tightened around him as if to bite him.
It felt like being struck by lightning—an overwhelming ecstasy swept through her.
She couldn’t even draw a proper breath.
She watched his mouth, damp with saliva, open half-formed breaths, and he pounced—his tongue plunging into her mouth, probing and flicking her mucous membranes.
Floria’s arms wrapped around his neck and, in that embrace, they became utterly one.
His length, buried deep within her, pulsed without movement, then slowly withdrew and pressed in again with its springy tip.
Splash, splash. Each time the water rippled. In the moist room, it almost felt like the sound itself was revealing how obscene their act was.
“Haa…”
With Floria’s soft, sweet breath, he thrust and withdrew, over and over, and the excitement-driven fluid she secreted, distinct from the warm bathwater, dispersed into the bath. Slurping sounds and rough panting resounded.
It was driving her insane.
Floria felt an itch deep inside, unsure what to do.
When he pushed in, the ticklishness melted away; when he withdrew, a hollow emptiness remained.
It felt as if Aidan’s p***s had always belonged in her, natural as breathing.
She craved him desperately.
“Aidan.”
At that moment, she writhed wildly, lost in him.
“Is something needed, Your Ladyship?”
A maid’s voice drifted from outside the door.
At the sound, Floria’s moaning lips froze in shock.
But unlike Floria, Aidan seemed to hear nothing.
He thrusted briskly, and her already aroused, slick core convulsed around him.
Her insides, packed tight with him, were worked thoroughly by his thrusts.
“Aah… okay…”
Words escaped as moans.
“It’s just that you seem tired today, and bathing alone might be too much effort.”
He said, but Floria prayed silently for them to leave.
She reached her peak and couldn’t hold back her moans, biting her lip to swallow them.
Blood—that metallic scent—tinged her taste, but there was no time to feel it.
She dared not speak; any attempt at words would be drowned by uncontrollable moans.
She shook her head in desperation.
But Aidan pressed on. His thick shaft drove her to the brink of pleasure.
The sensation was so intense, the nerves in her thighs even ached. Seeing Floria’s startled gaze, Aidan smiled.
“That’s enough.” His voice echoed calmly through the bathroom, a contrast to his earlier fervor.
“I’m tending to you, so don’t worry about anything.”
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