SOTBW - 224

She was struggling even with a brief kiss. Considering her body, it was right to stop here.

However, Najane did not agree with Maximón’s intention, or rather, as if she could never agree, she pushed his chest away with all her might.

Najane, who was held in his arms and unable to move, suddenly became aggressive, which briefly confused Maximón. Pushed by Najane, Maximón obediently fell back onto the sofa.

Najane sat down on Maximón’s thighs. Only then did Maximón realize what Najane was trying to do. He tried to get up, but it was useless. Najane gave him a scary look, as if to say she wouldn’t let him go if she moved.

“...Najane.”

Maximón groaned, looking embarrassed. Najane lifted her skirt and forced his still frighteningly swollen member into her. He gritted his teeth, feeling Najane’s flesh tightly swallowing his glans.

His inhumanely thick cock struggled to squeeze through the thoroughly wet passage. Najane made a painful sound as she felt the hole being forcibly widened. But she didn’t stop and finally rejoined with Maximón.

Najane felt her lower abdomen filled to the brim and let out a small sigh. If she moved her hips like this, her lower body would feel like it was going to be torn to shreds.

Maximón looked up at Najane in bewilderment, then his expression froze. Najane was crying sadly.

Startled, he quickly got up and wiped Najane’s cheeks. Was it painful because he had forced his way in? Whatever the problem was, Maximón couldn’t bear to see Najane cry.

Maximón wiped away the tears that were dripping down her flushed face with the back of his hand. He looked anxious and asked with his eyes what he had done wrong, and Najane hugged Maximón and sadly poured out her heart.

“Until the moment we make love, do you have to treat me like a patient? Can’t you just hold me?”

“Najane, I...”

Maximón became embarrassed. He was suppressing his desires for Najane’s sake. He could no longer bear to see Najane struggling, so he desperately tried his best not to unleash his violent lust.

But hearing these words from Najane, he didn’t know what to do. He thought he was doing it for her. To care for Najane, who was different from others, he had to stop at an appropriate level. Just because he didn’t have sex roughly as usual, it didn’t mean he didn’t love Najane.

Maximón always loves her consistently. Yes. He loved her so much that he thoroughly controlled his desires. Honestly, he would have been unsatisfied even after ejaculating into Najane three or four times. He firmly believed that if they had sex only to the extent that it wouldn’t strain her body, Najane would also be satisfied.

And yet, Najane, held in Maximón’s arms, was crying very sadly. This made Maximón a little confused. He couldn’t understand why Najane was sad. He couldn’t understand her feelings, but he silently patted her back as she held back her tears.

Najane, held in Maximón’s arms, murmured softly.

“Please... hold me as usual...”

Maximón was about to say that he couldn’t, but he looked into Najane’s tearful eyes. Najane looked miserable.

Why? What on earth about me makes you so miserable?

He thought he had been seeing Najane cry too often lately. It all felt like his fault. He made Najane cry whenever he did something. He didn’t know why she was sad, but perhaps Maximón was at fault. Najane rarely did anything wrong. So he was unconditionally at fault.

Maximón tried to apologize to Najane, who was crying sadly.

At that moment, Najane, who had swallowed her sobs, begged Maximón with tears streaming down her face.

“The moment I’m held in your arms is the happiest moment for me... why don’t you know that...”

Only then did Maximón understand why Najane was crying.

My consideration ruined your happy moment. No matter how much I do it for you, if you are not happy, there is no reason.

He recalled the Najane from earlier. The lovely Najane who trembled and purely rejoiced every time Maximón’s touch reached her....

Maximón cupped Najane’s tear-soaked face in both hands.

Najane was like a precious glass bead to Maximón. So Maximón was holding the one and only glass bead very carefully in his grasp so that it wouldn’t break. He knew that the glass bead was most beautiful when it sparkled under the sunlight, but he couldn’t let it go from his hand for fear that it might crack even for a moment due to a mistake.

He knew that Najane wanted to live without any worries. He finally realized that she wanted to talk, sleep, and love with Maximón as she did in the days when she wasn’t sick, even if she vomited blood and collapsed.

But was that possible? Every time Najane’s thin body staggered, Maximón felt like his heart was wearing away.

Maximón, who had been hesitating, kissed Najane. His thoughts were not important. If Najane wanted it, he would just do it.

Maximón kissed her until Najane’s chest swelled greatly. He turned his head and kissed her lips tightly, cornering Najane. He grabbed her slender wrists so tightly that they hurt, preventing her from moving, and voraciously sucked on her soft tongue.

Maximón’s large body gradually leaned towards Najane. Najane lay on the sofa without any resistance. She was breathing so heavily that her jaw even ached, but as if she didn’t want to be separated even for a moment, she wrapped her arms around Maximón’s neck and kissed him again.

Maximón, while embracing Najane’s tongue that was frantically rummaging through his mouth, forcefully spread her white and soft thighs. Their bodies were already connected. He couldn’t hold back any longer. He was impatient to crush her soft hole with his cock, which had been tempered by Najane’s fluids.

Najane showered Maximón with kisses, then, at the sensation of something violently piercing deep inside her body, she parted her lips and screamed. Maximón thrust his cock in all the way to the root, penetrating even the inside that was rarely stimulated.

Something long and thick, like a weapon, quickly moved in and out of Najane’s body. A surge of pleasure instantly engulfed Najane. At that moment, Maximón and Najane finally felt satisfaction simultaneously.

He grabbed Najane’s shoulders, pulled her down, and thrust his hips upward forcefully. Najane grabbed Maximón’s thick wrists and held on. Every time his phallus scraped up her wet passage and then slipped out, she felt a tingling sensation of needing to urinate.

Just as she felt like something was about to burst from below and gave strength to her pelvis, Maximón gritted his teeth. Her vaginal walls suddenly tightened around his cock. Najane knew that it stimulated Maximón, but she instinctively gave strength.

Maximón bit Najane’s neck and twisted her clit. As the tingling stimulation increased in his lower body, which he had been desperately trying to hold back, the strength drained from Najane’s small body, which was being relentlessly ravaged by Maximón. Najane twisted her waist. It was an orgasm.

He felt the vagina, which was fantastically soft and tight, tightly clenching his cock. The warm vaginal walls twitched, repeatedly gripping and releasing his cock.

Najane opened her mouth slightly, tilted her head back, and gasped for breath. She felt as if she was going to lose her mind from the pleasure that surged up from where his cock was embedded.

Maximón gleefully watched her lovely body tremble and then forcefully thrust his hips upward. As he ravaged her inside while the afterglow hadn’t even ended, her slender back arched up, unable to bear the pleasure.

In that instant, Najane let out a strangled sound from her mouth, as if she had reached another climax. The muscles in her lower abdomen twitched uncontrollably.

Maximón threw off his cumbersome shirt and swept back his sweat-soaked hair. Najane, trembling her fingers from the successive orgasms, covered the spot where she was connected to Maximón. Her dark red eyes were out of focus.

Could it be that she was now asking him to stop? Not a chance. He had no intention of stopping.

“...H, hand... hand, hold my hand... please...”

Najane, dazed by pleasure, whispered desperately. Maximón obediently clasped Najane’s hand. As they held hands so tightly that their fingers hurt, Najane, relieved, let the knees she had been raising fall to the side.

The sight between her legs, which had spread wide and limp, was spectacular. Maximón looked down at his member, which had finally taken root in the narrow hole.

As he pushed his cock forward and then pulled it back slightly, the white clumps of fluids that had gathered on the shaft were smeared. It was as if he had buried his head in a rabbit hole and come out covered in white rabbit fur.

He found the hole, which was convulsing and unable to control its sensations, quite beautiful. He planned to clean it thoroughly after he ejaculated.

Maximón waited for Najane to calm down for a moment and then began thrusting his hips again. As his cock and vaginal walls rubbed against each other, she burst into tears. Both of her hands were already tightly held by Maximón, so she couldn’t even struggle. It was Najane herself who wanted this.

Maximón, pressing down on Najane with his whole body, thrust his cock into her with all his might, so much so that her small head, leaning against the armrest of the sofa, shook with the force of the impact.

He did everything Najane wanted. The ferocious sex, which could be described as wanting to die, he also held her hand tightly... Anyway, he did everything.

Maximón extended his tongue to Najane, who couldn’t close her mouth because she was groaning. Najane, whose focus was so blurry that it was difficult to tell where she was looking, somehow noticed Maximón’s urging for a kiss and sucked on his tongue.

Saliva dripped down along their intertwined tongues. He licked up the saliva that had flowed down onto her chest without leaving a trace. He didn’t forget to suck on her swollen nipples, which looked particularly tempting.

Maximón marveled quietly every time he penetrated her body. Even though he had ravaged her so many times, it was about time for it to loosen up, but it was still narrow.

Could it be that she was tightening it like this to make him ejaculate quickly? If that was the case, it was a very commendable thing. Maximón wanted to ejaculate quickly and then do it again.

Again, he was trying to hold back. He was trying not to do this, taking care only of Najane’s pleasure and pretending to be a gentle lover. This was all Najane’s doing.

However, the fact that her vagina was tightly constricting his cock was not Najane’s will. His member was too large, so every time he thrust it in, it felt like it was being sucked in.

But Maximón was not interested in such truth. He was enjoying sex to his heart’s content for the first time in a long time. It might be shameless to do this to a sick person, but as mentioned many times, this was what Najane wanted.

Maximón, who had closed his eyes, felt Najane’s touch. Every time he thrust his cock upward, the soft flesh clung to the shaft, begging him to ejaculate. The sensation of forcibly tearing off those pieces of flesh as he pulled his hips back...

He tried his best not to ejaculate, putting strength in his firm buttocks and thighs, and looked down below. Every time he penetrated the flesh that was closed like a clam, he felt a chill down his spine. He had dug so deep that the spot where they were touching was hot.