SOTBW - 225

The deeper his cock was thrust and withdrawn, the more the white fluids stretched out like a bug’s mucus. Thanks to the messy and tangled fluids, every time their genitals collided, a squelching, obscene sound was made. Before they knew it, the area around her once soft hole was all white.

Maximón gently caressed her swollen clit, which was about to burst. Najane, who was lying limply and only moaning, twitched her legs. He placed Najane’s two legs on his shoulders. As her buttocks were slightly lifted, his cock penetrated even deeper.

He then thrust his hips upward. As his glans pounded against the deeply recessed spot in her vagina, Najane let out a scream-like groan. He finally increased the speed, about to ejaculate. The sticky sounds gradually became clearer.

Najane dug her fingernails into the sofa leather. Maximón gritted his teeth, feeling the muscles all over his body becoming hypersensitive, as if they were screaming. Heat gathered below. At that moment, Maximón, feeling an extreme orgasm, exhaled passionately and ejaculated.

His cock, wrapped tightly in her vaginal walls, gushed out milky white liquid. Maximón instinctively pushed his cock further inside.

Najane saw Maximón’s faintly trembling shoulders and realized that he had reached his climax. She saw his dark green eyes heightened with excitement and smiled foolishly.

She didn’t know why this moment was so good. It felt strangely affectionate to think that he, who was always cold and aloof in front of others, had become disheveled because of her body.

She was truly happy about that. She was really glad that she was the only one who could make Maximón Elgort this passionately broken, now and forever.

Najane tightly hugged Maximón, who was pouring down on her.

She wanted to remember this body temperature for a long time. So that if they happened to meet again in the next life, she would immediately recognize him as the person she loved the most, so that they could remember how they loved, so that they would never lose each other again for foolish reasons....

Najane, who had closed her eyes, quietly swallowed her tears.

She wanted to marry this man. She wanted to become Maximón’s wife. She wanted to have children who resembled both of them. She wanted to live happily together for a long, long time....

Najane both hated and loved Maximón. She really loved Maximón. She was unhappy and happy because she loved him so much—foolish, pathetic, foolish, and silly him.

Najane, who had swallowed her tears, made eye contact with Maximón. She kissed Maximón and shared her excited breath. It was okay if her body broke down like this. Najane didn’t want to leave any regrets.

Maximón, still holding Najane in his arms, got up from the sofa. His cock, buried in her soft flesh, was growing in size again. He entered the bedroom, intertwining his tongue with Najane’s like vines.

The door closed with a soft thud.

Their hot bodies became one again and tangled together.

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Najane barely stood on the floor and leaned her chest against the table. She gritted her teeth, grabbing the edge of the table to avoid being pushed further. The round table rattled and shook violently from the force of the thrusts from behind.

The flower vase and candles placed on it rolled and fell off with a loud noise, but Maximón, without even glancing at them, roughly shoved his cock into her small, wide-open hole. Because their heights didn’t match, his raging cock couldn’t penetrate all the way to the root.

Maximón grabbed Najane’s pelvis with both hands and forcibly lifted her up. Najane, her heels lifted, sobbed. Every time the thing that had been pushed in with difficulty moved, her lower body throbbed as if it had been torn, but she felt so good that she wouldn’t have any regrets even if she died right now. She didn’t know how to describe that extreme orgasm.

Najane gripped the edge of the table to avoid being dragged away by Maximón’s strength. The tips of her fingers gripping the table were bright red. Every time Maximón thrust his hips upward, her buttocks, toned and elastic from long training, rippled. He thrust his hips as if he were going to destroy Najane’s body.

Maximón, who was grabbing her small shoulders and ravaging her vulva, which was perfectly shaped to fit his member, grabbed her chin with his large hand, as if checking if Najane was breathing properly, and pushed his finger into her mouth. Najane, while being relentlessly pounded, still had the presence of mind to caress a couple of his fingers, as if she was going to lick off the fluids that smelled of her fluids.

Saliva flowed down like water along her open mouth. She diligently and clumsily sucked on Maximón’s fingers. Then, perhaps stimulated, the grip of his hand that was holding Najane’s chin gradually tightened.

Maximón, who had lowered his other hand, rubbed her clit, which had now grown so large that he didn’t even have to try to find it. A spine-chilling stimulation came up. The hole that had been holding his cock suddenly contracted. She didn’t know how many orgasms it was.

Najane trembled all over and screamed. Maximón roughly covered Najane’s mouth.

At that moment, there was a thud from behind. His cock had penetrated all the way to her cervix. Najane’s neck, which was convulsing from the peak of her sensitivity, was bent backward. She couldn’t breathe from the shock, as if she had been pierced by a spear.

Najane instinctively placed her palm on her lower abdomen. Maximón moved his hips again. The movement was bigger than before. He pulled his cock out as if he was going to pull it out completely, then inserted it violently until his testicles hit her buttocks.

The thudding sounds of their bodies colliding gradually became faster. She barely stood on her tiptoes and accepted Maximón. Her eyes were blank and she didn’t know where she was looking. Najane, her mouth covered and making a crying sound in her throat, desperately grabbed the hand that was relentlessly crushing her clit, which had swollen to the size of her little fingernail.

However, it was impossible to stop Maximón’s hand. Maximón, on the contrary, guided Najane’s hand between her legs and whispered in an excited voice.

“Touch it, Najane. You like touching here the most, don’t you?”

“...Ugh.”

As her listless fingertips touched the prominent tip, Najane flinched. Her clit was slippery, covered in sticky liquid. Najane felt embarrassed and ashamed because she had never touched her own there before.

Maximón nibbled on her flushed earlobe and rubbed her clit with Najane’s trembling fingers. As soon as he touched the sensitive spot, her vagina contracted, chewing on his cock. Najane’s shoulders stiffened. She seemed to be in pain, unable to control the pleasure.

Maximón swallowed a laugh and pulled her white thighs closer. Najane was on the verge of exhaustion, but unfortunately, Maximón was perfectly fine.

He moved violently again. Najane’s two feet, which had barely been on the floor, fluttered helplessly in the air. Even though her inner flesh had been rubbed to this extent, she still felt a dizzying sensation every time he thrust it in.

The fluids continued to overflow from her vulva. The fluids that flowed down her thighs and calves were enough to soak the floor.

Maximón belatedly saw Najane’s buttocks, which had turned bright red. But shamelessly, instead of her pitifully flushed buttocks, his gaze was drawn more to the hole that had been stretched to its limit and was still trying to swallow his cock. White foam had formed around her vulva from being pounded so much.

Was it painful? It probably was. He couldn’t remember how many times he had ejaculated since entering the bedroom. A faint sense of guilt and a sense of fulfillment that he had acted as Najane had wanted rose at the same time.

If Maximón were asked if he liked such extreme, violent, and limit-testing sex, he would say no. Maximón simply liked intertwining his flesh with Najane like this.

Seeing Najane, who had collapsed after endlessly reaching orgasms and ejaculating, gave him an unknown sense of satisfaction. It was as pleasant and satisfying as eating the raw meat of a freshly slaughtered beast. Maximón would not deny that this joy and satisfaction were ultimately based on violent acts.

Above all, the reason he genuinely felt fulfilled was because Najane, not anyone else, had said that she wanted to be held like this.

If someone were to steal a glance at their figures, they would surely say that Maximón had raped Najane. That’s how violent, unrestrained, and ferocious Maximón’s sex was.

But Najane wanted it. She said that Maximón’s sex, which was marked by violence and extremes, was blissful. Maximón couldn’t bear how lovely Najane was like that. As much as he loved her, he wanted to pound her, and he wanted to let her taste the end of ecstasy as she desired.

It wasn’t just Najane who had become accustomed to this kind of sex. He was certain that Najane was the only person who could satisfy him.

Every time he penetrated her damp cave, a cozy pleasure enveloped Maximón. The texture of her inner walls, which were tightly constricting him to the root, gradually made his reason thin and flimsy, and if Najane even tightened her hole, his eyes would become fantastically hazy, and he would unknowingly thrust into her with the force of crushing this lovely body.

Maximón thought it was really fortunate that he could offer his first time to Najane. While he was holding Najane, he couldn’t think of anything. His head became blank white, and his senses were focused solely on what was underneath, on what he had shamelessly thrust into Najane’s body.

He thrust his cock upward, giving strength to the muscles in his thighs until they were split into several strands. The various fluids pooled inside her vagina rubbed against his cock, making a vulgar sound.

Maximón felt like his lower body was about to explode and strained his neck. Just then, he saw the nape of her neck, where her hair was stuck with sweat. He bit Najane’s neck like a beast. He left a clear bite mark on her sweaty nape, like a male trying to prevent a female from escaping during mating.

Because of the pain, Najane arched her back, and his cock penetrated even deeper. She unintentionally tightened her cock. A creamy liquid gushed out from his twitching glans. The volume of his cock, which had forcibly expanded her hole, slightly decreased.

Maximón tilted Najane’s head back and kissed her. The red lumps of flesh intertwined frantically in the dry air. Najane felt the afterglow as her tongue was pulled. The hole that was still greedily holding Maximón’s member continued to twitch endlessly. Now, even without touching her clit, her sensitivity rose, and her lower body became wet on its own.

He slowly withdrew his lips from Najane, whom he had been kissing, and moved his body backward. As he gently pulled out his member, which had been filling her vulva completely, the still tautly erect shaft bounced back elastically. As the thing that had been blocking the hole disappeared, the clumps of semen that had been pooled inside slowly poured out.

He rubbed the shaft, which was limp with fluids, and spread her red and swollen vulva with his fingers. Traces of their lovemaking were messily spread inside Najane’s body. As he gently rubbed the mound of her lower abdomen to help the clumped semen flow out smoothly, Najane’s buttocks, which had been lying face down, twitched pleasantly, and her hole contracted.