Chapter 422. I Didn’t Expect That Catherine Can Be This Good With Teasing!**

Chapter 422: 422. I Didn’t Expect That Catherine Can Be This Good With Teasing!**

She began to move, not with the frantic speed from before, but with deep, grinding circles. Each downward thrust forced her cleavage to compress around his cock, creating a wet, slapping noise that filled the room.

Slap, squelch, slap.

The mixture of soap and cum acted as a super lubricant, making every movement sound impossibly obscene.

"Ahhh~! William, yes!" Catherine screamed as she picked up the pace, her breasts bouncing wildly with each impact. "Feel how I’m grinding you!"

"I can feel every ridge of you sliding through the soap and my cum!"

William’s hands flew to her waist, his fingers digging into her hips to help guide her rhythm.

"You’re... you’re driving me insane!" he roared, his voice breaking as he watched her breasts slide up and down, glistening with white streaks in the dim light. "The sound... Catherine, the sound of you fucking me like this is too much!"

The chamber became a symphony of carnal noise: the rhythmic creaking of the platform, the wet, squelching friction of her thighs and tits, and Catherine’s escalating cries of ecstasy. "More!"

"Give me more!" she shrieked, her hips slamming down harder and faster, her moans turning into raw, unrestrained screams as she chased the next peak.

The steam seemed to thicken around them as Catherine shifted her focus. Her breathing was still ragged, but her eyes held a new, mischievous glint—a dangerous kind of playfulness that William had learned to both crave and fear.

She reached down with both hands, wrapping her fingers around his still throbbing cock. Her grip was firm, warm, and slick with the mixture of sweat and cum.

Slowly, almost excruciatingly so, she began to guide him upward. She positioned the head of his cock directly against the swollen, pink entrance of her pussy.

The contact was electric; William could feel the wet heat of her folds pressing against his sensitive tip, the muscles there twitching in anticipation.

"Are you finally ready for the main event, sir?" she whispered against his lips, her breath smelling sweet and hot.

William let out a whimper of pure need, his hips lifting off the fur instinctively. "Yes... fuck yes, Catherine."

"Please, just—"

"Too bad!" she suddenly barked out with a delighted giggle.

Before he could react, she jerked him sideways, sliding his cock out of the direct path of her entrance and trapping it instead between the powerful, slick muscles of her inner thighs.

She straddled him again, but this time there was no penetration, only the crushing, sliding friction of her thighs squeezing around his shaft.

"Penetration isn’t allowed, sir," she teased, her tongue darting out to lick her own lips. "Rules are rules."

William froze, his jaw dropping. For a moment, he wondered if something had truly changed if the old Catherine, the one who followed every protocol to the letter, had finally taken over.

"So... I can’t stick it inside you?" he asked, his voice laced with genuine confusion and growing desperation. "After all this? You’re serious?"

Catherine threw her head back and laughed, a rich, mocking sound that rang through the marble chamber. "Huh?"

"Of course you can’t, William~!" she cooed, leaning down so her massive breasts pressed against his chest while her thighs continued their relentless torment below. "This is all you get for now!"

"You have to earn the real thing."

To prove her point, she pressed the entrance of her pussy directly against the head of his cock, grinding against it with deliberate pressure, but she angled herself perfectly so that he couldn’t slip inside.

It was the ultimate tease; the feeling of her wetness was right there, inches away, but she was holding him hostage.

"F-for real?" William gasped, his fingers twitching.

The frustration was building in his gut like molten lava. "Catherine, you’re torture... You’re actual torture."

"Oh, you haven’t seen torture yet," she said, her eyes sparkling with malice. "Let’s add a little more liquid soap to the equation."

She reached for the ornate crystal bottle of scented soap resting on the edge of the platform. With a slow, deliberate motion, she uncorked it and began to pour.

A thick, viscous stream of pearlescent liquid cascaded down, coating William’s cock from base to tip. The soap pooled between his cock and her thighs, creating an obscene amount of slickness.

Splurt... glug... squelch.

"There," she whispered, watching as the soap mixed with his cum and her own arousal. "Now you’re extra slippery."

She began to work him again, but this time the technique was different. Using the excess soap, she began to slide her thighs up and down his cock with terrifying speed, creating a wet, sucking noise that sounded like someone walking through deep mud.

Shlick shlick, squelch, shlick shlick.

"Mmmph ahh~! Look at you!" Catherine moaned, her own voice rising as she felt the overwhelming slickness. "So covered in soap... so helpless!"

She began to bounce her hips faster, her thighs clamping down on him with increasing force. "Does it feel good, William?"

"Being denied? Being teased until you want to scream?"

"I’m going to... I’m going to lose it!" William screamed, his hips bucking wildly as he tried to force himself inside her, only to be met with the slippery, unyielding barrier of her thighs and the endless flood of soap. "Catherine, fuck! The soap... it’s too much!"

"Then scream!" she commanded, her moans turning into high-pitched, ecstatic shrieks as she increased the friction to a fever pitch. "Scream for me while I play with you like this!"

The steam in the room seemed to pulse in rhythm with William’s heartbeat. Catherine, sensing she had him completely broken and pliable, leaned down further.

Her massive breasts dangled just inches from his face, swaying like heavy silk, while her hair fell forward to frame them both in a private curtain of gold and sweat. Her face was so close to his that he could feel the scorching heat radiating from her cheeks.

With deliberate cruelty, she lowered her hips again. Instead of retreating, she pressed the swollen, slick entrance of her pussy directly against the sensitive head of his cock.

She didn’t push forward to penetrate; instead, she began to move in slow, hypnotic circles, grinding the soft folds of her labia against his tip.

"I’ll start with some gentle rubbing first," she whispered, her voice dripping with honeyed malice. "I want you to feel every single millimeter of this sensation before I really make you suffer."

The sensation was overwhelming. The combination of the pearlescent soap, the residual cum, and the velvet soft friction of her pussy’s entrance created a feeling unlike anything William had ever experienced.

It wasn’t just friction; it was a wet, sucking embrace that seemed to coat every nerve ending.

"God... Catherine..." William whimpered, his eyes rolling back. "The slipperiness... it feels so good."

"I’m getting shivers... my whole body is shaking just from you touching me like that!"

Catherine let out a delighted, throaty giggle. "Ehehehe~!"

"I’m glad you like it, William. But don’t get too comfortable." Her expression sharpened, the playful innocence vanishing to reveal something far more predatory. "Now, I’m going to get rougher."

"Little by little, until you’re begging me to break the rules."

Suddenly, she shifted her technique entirely, catching him completely off guard. Instead of simple circular motions, she began to use her pussy entrance like a vice.

She would press down hard, then slide her hips sideways in a grinding motion that forced the entrance to wrap around his shaft as she moved.

Simultaneously, she began to squeeze her inner thighs together with crushing force, sandwiching his cock between the wet heat of her pussy and the firm muscle of her legs.

"How’s this, sir?" she panted, her hips moving in a complex, grinding rhythm that produced wet, squelching sounds—shlick slap, squelch slap—that echoed off the marble. "Do my thighs feel good?"

"Do you like how they squeeze you?"

"Th-they’re amazing..." William choked out, his hands gripping her hips so hard he left crescent-shaped marks in her skin. "I feel like my head’s going blank!"

"I can’t think... I can’t breathe... everything is just... you..."