Chapter 134: Climax
[Margaret’s Perspective]
I felt like a fish that was impaled on a chopping board suddenly. All my muscles tensed up in response, and my breath choked in my throat. After a long while, I let out a hoarse throaty sound as if I were choking. Then my entire body trembled uncontrollably. I felt the inner walls of my vagina squirming crazily, oozing out slippery warmth.
As soon as I was inserted, I had an orgasm.
However, Donald did not stop moving. He leaned down and kissed me while pushing his penis deeper into the most sensitive part of my body. I could feel Donald’s bulging tendons rubbing against my inner wall. His movements made me gasp again.
I hurriedly said, “Don’t, ah… don’t move first…”
The sound I made was faint and muffled, like a weak plea.
Donald bit my lip and responded with an even more intense kiss. Now I didn’t even have room to breathe, let alone speak. The base of my tongue hurt from his sucking. Saliva slowly flowed from the corner of my mouth, forming glistening water marks on my chin.
I was stunned by this sudden kiss and had to grab the front of Donald’s shirt. I didn’t know if I should push him away or hug him tighter.
The intercourse of our lower bodies did not stop when we kissed.
Donald hugged me tightly and pressed against me. His strong arms were both protecting and restraining me at this moment. I was firmly imprisoned in his arms. His back kept moving and he kept f*cking me.
Every time he pulled out half of his penis, he couldn’t wait to insert it again. It was a pure ferocious collision. His penis pushed deeper into my body each time, causing the wet little hole to surge. Soon there was a sizzling sound of fluid.
I felt the pleasure pressing down on me, and my legs were sore and numb.
After a while, I couldn’t take it anymore. My legs, which were wrapped around him, were already drooping weakly. They hung on both sides of the table and were merely swaying along with Donald’s movements.
I groaned and tried to raise my waist and push out the foreign object that had invaded my body too deeply.
However, everything I did was useless. This posture made my legs lose their strength. If I wanted to exert strength, I could only wrap them around Donald’s waist again. However, this would only allow Donald to go deeper.
I felt like an offering on the altar, giving everything I had for Donald to sample.
I didn’t know how much time had passed, but I felt that my consciousness was about to become blurry. Everything around me was fuzzy. Only Donald’s sex organ in my body kept pumping. It was firm, fast, and tireless. It continued to bring me unbearable pleasure.
“Can you still take it?”
It took me a moment to realize that Donald was speaking.
“Oh… too much… too deep…”
“Are you feeling unwell?”
As Donald was asking a question, he didn’t stop what he was doing. His lower body slowed down slightly as he used his hand to squeeze the breast that he hadn’t taken care of just now.
I let out another low moan due to the pressure of his fingers, and then Donald f*cked me several times. My lustful mind finally reacted slowly to what Donald was saying.
I couldn’t help but look embarrassed. I bit my lip and wanted to hook Donald’s neck.
Donald leaned down cooperatively. I wrapped my arms around him softly. Actually, I didn’t have much strength, but I tried my best to get up and kiss Donald on the chin.
I whispered, “No. It’s comfortable.”
Donald looked at me in surprise.
Immediately, his movements became vicious again. Silently, he rammed his penis in, faster and more forcefully. I moaned as I followed his movements. I wondered how many times he had pulled out and thrusted.
Finally, I felt a warm current being released in my body.
I opened my eyes and looked at Donald. There was a little sweat on his forehead. I placed my hands on his shoulders and we exchanged a hot kiss.
After a good time, Donald was the first to move.
He picked up a dishcloth from the side and began to wipe off the various stains under us.
I watched his movements in silence. After the satisfying sex, these details made my face burn. I gave up on the underwear I had just taken off and put on the dress I had come in.
When Donald saw me putting on my clothes, he grinned at me and said, “I also booked a room upstairs.”
Then why did you have to do it here? I glared at him, trying to convey dissatisfaction with my eyes.
Donald smiled evilly and shrugged. He threw away the napkin and walked over to me. I wrapped my arms around his waist. I couldn’t help but think of how I had wrapped my legs around him. I was so shy that I buried my head in his chest again.