Chapter 421. She’s Been Training Real Hard Indeed For That Technique!**

Chapter 421: 421. She’s Been Training Real Hard Indeed For That Technique!**

Before he could even ask what she meant, she shifted her grip. Instead of a simple up and down motion, she began to twist and roll her breasts in a complex, undulating pattern that mimicked the swirling motion of water.

The soapy lather acted as a perfect medium, creating a wet, suction-like sound as her cleavage gripped his cock with impossible precision.

"Whoa! Holy fuck!" William screamed, his back arching so violently that his shoulders left the fur. "Catherine, what the hell are you doing?!"

"That feels unnatural!"

"It’s not unnatural, it’s just... superior," she panted, her own face flushed crimson, sweat dripping from her chin onto his stomach.

Then, she shifted into a gear he never thought possible. Her breasts began to move up and down with a terrifying, piston-like speed.

The motion was so rapid it became a blur of pale skin and white foam.

"Rub, rub, rub!" she chanted, her voice breaking into desperate moans as she drove the friction to its absolute limit.

Slap slap slap slap!

The sound of her breasts colliding with his shaft was like rapid gunfire in the steam-filled room.

"Holy shit! This is awesome~!" William bellowed, his eyes rolling back in his head.

His hands flew to her hips, trying to steady himself as the sheer velocity of the stimulation threatened to shatter his mind. "I’m going to... I’m definitely going to—!"

Catherine let out a manic, aroused giggle, her own breath coming in ragged gasps. "Not yet, my dear boyfriend!"

"We haven’t even reached the crescendo!" She abruptly stopped the breast motion, leaving him throbbing and desperate in the sudden absence of friction. "How about a little mouth service to really finish what we started?"

Without waiting for an answer, she dove forward. But this wasn’t just simple sucking. Catherine employed a terrifyingly precise technique she had clearly rehearsed countless times in her mind.

She began to lick the tip of his cock with lightning-fast, swirling motions of her tongue while simultaneously using her lips to create a vacuum-tight seal around the sensitive head. Her tongue flicked and danced across the frenulum with the speed of a hummingbird’s wing.

Schlick, slurp, schlick, slurp.

The wet sounds were intimate, obscene, and impossibly loud.

"Nngh ahhh! Catherine!" William’s scream was raw, tearing from his throat as the dual sensation of the vanishing breast friction and the incoming assault of her tongue overwhelmed his nervous system. "That tongue... oh gods, your tongue is—"

"Delicious?" she asked between wet, sucking sounds, looking up at him with pupils dilated so wide her eyes looked almost entirely black.

She didn’t stop; she increased the pressure, her cheeks hollowing as she drew him deeper into the heat of her mouth. Her moans were muffled by him, turning into guttural, vibrating hums that traveled directly through his cock and into his core.

"Fuck, yes! Right there!"

"Don’t stop!" William was convulsing now, his hips bucking wildly against her face as she worked him with a relentless, expert ferocity.

The combination of the residual soap on her skin, the heat of her mouth, and the memory of her breasts grinding against him created a sensory overload that was nothing short of divine torture.

The atmosphere in the chamber had reached a breaking point. The steam was no longer just mist; it felt like a charged electrical field, thick with the overwhelming musk of sex and the sweet sting of royal soap.

Catherine had abandoned all pretense of academic restraint. Her movements became increasingly aggressive, her tongue working with a feral intensity that seemed almost inhuman.

She wasn’t just licking him anymore; she was attacking him with pleasure, her mouth creating powerful suction that felt like it was trying to pull his very soul out through his cock.

"Nnngh ah! Catherine! Stop, no, don’t stop... fuck!" William screamed, his voice cracking as his entire body began to convulse.

His legs were shaking uncontrollably, his toes curling into the furs. "I can’t take this! It’s just too much! My brain is going to explode!"

Catherine looked up at him through wet lashes, her lips glistening and swollen. A hungry, triumphant smirk crossed her face despite her own labored breathing.

"Okay then..." she whispered hoarsely, her eyes locked onto his with terrifying focus. "Let’s finish this properly."

She plunged forward, taking the entire length of him deep into her throat. The sound was obscene, a wet, deep gluck that echoed off the marble walls.

She began to suck with everything she had, her throat muscles working in perfect, rhythmic waves around his shaft. The combination of the heat, the suction, and the relentless flicking of her tongue against the sensitive underside was the final straw.

"I’m cumming! I’m cumming now! FUCK—" William’s roar was primal.

His body stiffened completely, his back arching so high it looked as though it might snap. A massive, violent orgasm tore through him.

He unleashed a torrent of semen, each pulse sending a thick stream deep into Catherine’s throat. But she was taking so much, working so fast, that she couldn’t contain the sheer volume of his release.

As she tried to swallow, the pressure became too great; she gasped, breaking the seal, and the overflow sprayed outward with incredible force.

Splurt! Splurt! Splurt!

Thick white ropes of cum painted her cheeks, splattered across her nose, and streaked down her throat. More flew upward, speckling her flushed face, while other streams landed with wet impacts across the swell of her massive, soapy tits.

The white liquid mixed with the shimmering soap lather, creating a chaotic, glistening mess across her body.

Catherine collapsed back onto her haunches, panting heavily, her chest heaving as she stared at the evidence of his climax scattered across her skin.

"Oh gods..." she gasped, wiping a streak of cum from her eyelid, though she made no move to clean herself properly. "You shot out so much, William..."

"I didn’t think you had that much in you."

She let out a breathless, satisfied laugh, licking a stray drop from her upper lip.

"But of course..." she purred, reaching down to feel the still throbbing heat between her legs. "My boyfriend’s cock can’t seem to soften up after just one cum, can it?"

William lay there, completely spent, his breathing ragged and shallow. His cock remained rock hard, twitching violently against her palm as she began to stroke him again.

The sight of her covered in his seed, glistening with soap, and looking more predatory than ever was enough to send him straight back into the fire.

"You’re insatiable," William groaned, though the smile on his face said he wouldn’t have it any other way. "After that... how are you still standing?"

"Because I’m not done with you yet," Catherine whispered, her voice dripping with promise as she leaned forward to claim him once more.

The bathroom was silent for a heartbeat, save for the wet, heavy sounds of their labored breathing. Catherine sat back on her heels, straddling William’s lower abdomen, but she didn’t move to cover him.

Instead, she leaned forward until his cock was positioned directly between the valley of her massive breasts. The white cream of his climax was smeared everywhere, coating the underside of her tits, streaking across her cleavage, and mixing with the frothy white soap that still clung to her skin.

"Aha..." she breathed, her voice thick with wonder.

She watched as his cock continued to pulse involuntarily, sending small droplets of residual cum splattering against her skin. "I can feel it throbbing between my tits... it’s so warm."

She reached up with both hands, squeezing her breasts together to trap his shaft even tighter in the slippery crevice. "Look, William... my tits are all slimy with your cum."

"It’s everywhere." She ran a finger through the mixture of soap and seed, then dragged it slowly down the length of his cock, creating a wet, sucking sound. "Man, they look great with all that soap and cum all over them!"

"If I mix it all up with my tits..."

Her expression shifted from predatory to something almost delirious. Her pupils dilated so intensely that her eyes seemed to take on a literal heart-shaped glow, a physical manifestation of her overwhelming arousal.

"It’s like a fucking painting of pure sin."

Slowly, deliberately, she began to raise her hips. She moved with agonizing slowness, letting him feel every inch of her heat as she prepared to descend.

"I think it’s time I put all this lubrication to good use," she whispered, her hips hovering just above his tip. "I’m going to ride you now, William."

"And I’m not going to be gentle."

William’s head thrashed against the fur cushions, his hips bucking upward involuntarily as the shadow of her breasts loomed over him. "Ugh... fuck, Catherine... you’re just too sexy... it’s unfair."

"How am I supposed to think when you look like that?"

Catherine let out a throaty, melodic laugh that echoed off the marble walls. "Oh?"

"You’re blaming it on me now?" she teased, her hips beginning to descend. "You’re the one who made me this hungry, William Wade."

With a wet, squelching sound,shlluuuuck she lowered herself fully onto him. The combination of the residual cum and the soap made her slide down his shaft as if there were zero resistance.

"Hnnnngh~!" she cried out, her back arching as her clit made contact with his pubic bone. "Oh gods, yes!"

"The way you fill me up while you’re still so slick..."