Chapter 405 Her Language
As I continued to move inside of her, I became more aware of her needs for pleasure.
Her cries of pain faded away, replaced by loud moans that expressed her pleasure as she experienced something really enjoyable.
Though she might have seemed uncomfortable, her body showed her true feelings. With each breath, she delved deeper into the moment, her eyes widening with ecstasy . The gentle bite of her lip was her silent response to my touch.
Our connection was strong, as if we were the only two people in the universe.
I continued licking her soft tits while fucking her; she was currently facing me, and her face being mind fucked by my cock was a sigh to behold.
Her moans grew louder with each thrust, echoing through the room as our bodies moved in sync. The intense pleasure on her face fueled my desire, pushing me to increase my performance .
"M— Master…Ahhh..ahhhhh.ahhhhh… It feels good. I feel really good. …" She continued to moan, her thin and high-pitched voice adding to the sensation.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
She was really loud, perhaps the loudest of all the girls I've fucked. This was due to factors other than culture, such as language. I read on Reddot that moans are an important element of Japanese women's language.
Some women simply pretend to moan for the sake of not being rude, but Yuki was moaning right now from pure stimulation . My cock was hitting her G-spots and my foreplay had been a product of fucking different types of women .
She was all red and panting for air as I brought her to a level of pleasure she would never have had without me. In a way, I felt bad for her. With me as her first time, there would be no more guys who could satisfy her… ever.
Well, I wouldn't let another man touch her either way. After all, I am quite protective of my girls.
When I noticed that her pussy had gotten used to my cock, I increased my thrust. I would occasionally enlarge my dick in an attempt to increase the sensation she was feeling.
In fact, I use Telekineses to play with her clitoris while fucking her. I also made it vibrate for extra stimulation.
The more she got wetter, the more effective it was; with each thrust, I could hear a bubbling sound caused by the friction between my cock and her love juice.
She gripped her bed sheet looking like she would finally experienced her first orgasm,
"M— Master. I'm peeing !!! " She screamed not knowing why her pussy was twitching while releasing some kind of liquid.
She clutched my hair while releasing all her pent-up pleasure. It was a sight to witness, as she appeared embarrassed because she had no idea what was happening.
"Silly, girl. That's not pee," I smiled at her; she was such a home girl that she had no idea about orgasm.
"Hey, do you want me to make you feel better again? I kissed her and began fondling her breast.
She didn't answer and instead began moaning again as I squeezed her soft tits as if attempting to break them. It was quite flexible, and the shape was very wonderful.
It wasn't too big, but it wasn't too small either.
When I finished kissing her, I pinned her face to the bed. Her back was now facing me. I wasn't finished yet, and I wanted more of her .
I started fucking her in the dogstyle position, not letting her rest. This time, I was moving faster than before, and her voice was echoing from the excessive stimulation.
Her position was too basic at first, with both hands on the bed to support her body, but as we progressed, she began arching, her chin now pointing upward.
I held her two hands to help her, and rode her pussy, my cock sliding in and out, while her love juice dripping non-stop on the bed sheet.
Her bed also started to shake so much because of how much I was fucking her mind out with my passionate and intense lovemaking. The headboard rattled against the wall as our bodies collided in a frenzy of desire.
"M— Master… I'm peeing again !" She cried out , her voice filled with embarrassment and distress.
"Just let it go," I whispered, echoing her encouraging words, and quickened my steps. I desired to have her all to myself.
"AHHHHHHHHH! " She cried and began to tremble her pussy throbbing from her second orgasm.
But I didn't stop and kept fucking her; it was more effective to continue while her pussy was still sensitive.
I maintained a steady rhythm, ensuring that each thrust intensified her pleasure.
With every movement, I could feel her body responding eagerly, encouraging me to push further and explore new depths of ecstasy together.
We ended up shifting positions several times, and I used light healing to help her recover. We finally ended about 2:00 a.m., not because I was exhausted, but because I thought she was already overly used.
I didn't want to really break her mentality by playing with her too much, so it wasn't a good idea to kept on going.
"Did you enjoy it?" I asked as I tenderly stroked her hair. She seemed uninterested in showering now, and I didn't mind her scent at the moment. After all, it was my aroma enveloping her.
"Master? Do you love me?" she asked, her voice trembling with vulnerability. It was evident that she was grappling with this question, even after all we had shared. Her fear of abandonment lingered, casting a shadow over our intimacy.
"I do. But, I'll be honest with you, I have other women in my life, and I care for them too," I admitted, searching for her reaction before considering any further actions.
"I understand, Master is a very powerful person, so it's only normal. As long as you promise to love me, that would be enough for me," she replied with a smile.
"I promise," I whispered, kissing her forehead before helping her drift off to sleep.