When That Door Opens - Chapter 80

Julieta got off his thigh and turned around. She lifted her skirt, exposing her but**cks in front of him. Her round but**cks wiggled as if asking to be devoured. Verne grabbed her br**sts and but**cks simultaneously.

“Ah!”

Julieta let out a loud moan.

“You know what you’re doing, don’t you?”

Julieta grew annoyed at how far he intended to push her. Verne lifted her up and moved toward the full-length mirror.

“Verne, hurry, hurry.”

Impatient, she stood in front of the mirror, and he whispered darkly.

“Open your eyes, Julieta. Look straight.”

Ever since she was a child, Julieta had always listened to her teachers well. She stared at herself in the mirror, eyes that kept trying to close.

Her legs and br**sts were bare, red and e***t, and her g******s were eroticized. Verne began to undress, and in the space of a second, Julieta’s hand delved into herself. She had never complained about her small hands, but today she was disappointed. She loved Vern’s thick, long, scraping evenly across her walls as he thrusted into her hole.

“Ha, ha.”

“You’re impatient. But I like that more.”

Verne lifted her legs from underneath. As her legs spread wide into a W-shape, her reddened inner flesh twitched, waiting for Verne’s touch.

“Please, Verne, put it in me.”

While her own appearance was e****c, what excited Julieta more was something else. The large, thick member dangling just below her but**cks. She wanted to swallow it quickly, feeling as if her body was splitting in two each time she took it in.

Verne looked at Julieta in his arms. How could he refuse her, who was demanding pleasure? Her red lips murmuring continuously, craving for him.

Verne lowered one of her feet. Believing his member couldn’t get any bigger, it continued to swell. Verne, holding her other leg in his arm, penetrated Julieta.

“Hiiik!”

In the middle of the room, with no place to hold onto or lean against, Julieta could only cling to Verne. She wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Is it all in?”

She asked in a muddled voice, and instead of answering, Verne pulled her waist down. With a swoosh, the feeling of being penetrated made her shiver and tighten her thighs.

“Ah, Julieta, don’t tighten.”

“I can’t, haa, control it.”

Then there is only one way. She has to exhaust herself before his member snaps. Verne began thrusting his hips. Julieta saw her foot, which was hanging on Verne’s arm, swinging back and forth.

“Kiss, I want to kiss, ah.”

She wanted to enjoy this for a long time too. Feeling like she would lose her mind if this continued, she asked for a kiss. It was a ploy to make him stop.

“Just once, ugh. Just once, let me come.”

Verne thrusted his hips violently. Every time his manhood hit her cervix, her foot, which barely touched the floor, lifted.

“Ah, Verne, it’s deep, so deep…!”

Julieta, unable to bear it, buried her head in his shoulder and bit down hard.

“Ugh, you… you’re asking for more, aren’t you?”

Misinterpreting her action as a request for more, Verne lifted her but**cks with his large hands and walked towards the bed.

With each step he took, the natural movement caused his member to slip in and out. Each time, Julieta let out shrill moans.

“Verne, Verne.”

The sensation of his member slipping out was explicit. It glistened as it slid out, scraping against her inner walls. Julieta spread her legs and arms wide, enticing him.

Verne quickly bent down and took a large bite of Julieta’s br**st. With one hand, he gently rolled her nip**e, sucking on her br**st with his mouth.

“Mmmm, Verne, ha.”

Today, she called his name more often. As if responding, Verne positioned his tip at the entrance of her vag**a, and her hole eagerly swallowed him up.

It felt like someone was repeatedly hitting his pleasure spot. Unable to hold back, Verne pounded his length against her cervix as if to break it. The increasingly vigorous thrusting produced a continuous stream of obscene sounds from her hole.

The pleasure that vibrated through her spine made her shiver. But there was no time to savor the afterglow of pleasure. Verne was thrusting into every inch of her vag**a. Making sure the tip of his tip reached every spot. When he strongly hit a certain point.

“Hah!”

Julieta’s limbs trembled, and sparks flashed before her eyes. A thin, viscous liquid, lighter than her love juices, flowed out from below.

The pleasure was so intense it felt painful, twisting her limbs. Tears streamed down her face, feeling like her body was strange.