Novel Full Chapter 450: Window River View (r-18)
Chapter 450: Window River View (r-18)
“Fuck—Phei—yes—mark me there—please—” she gasped, voice already splintering.
His hands stayed mercilessly possessive. One kneaded the full, soft globe of her ass, spreading her wide so the thong strip dug deep into her crack, tugging taut against her puckered hole and making it wink with every clench.
His palm felt the heat radiating from her skin, the way her flesh yielded and jiggled under his grip, every squeeze making his cock kick harder against her, pre-cum soaking through his trousers in thick, sticky patches that mixed with her dripping mess.
His other hand slid up to cup the heavy underside of her boobies through the sheer lace bra, thumb flicking the stiff nipple in slow, deliberate spirals—never pinching yet, just teasing until it throbbed dark and swollen against the floral mesh, aching visibly.
Then that same hand drifted lower, tracing the soft curve of her stomach in feather-light strokes, fingertips dipping into her navel before gliding back up to finally capture her nipple between thumb and forefinger.
He rolled it slowly in his fingers feeling the erect nipple in his fingers grow harder—firm, possessive—then delivered a gentle slap to the underside of her breast, making the heavy globe bounce and jiggle, nipple stinging sweetly.
Another slap—sharper this time—then he kneaded the tender flesh hard, squeezing until she whimpered and arched deeper.
He kissed down her spine—wet, open-mouthed trails—tongue dipping into every vertebra like he was claiming territory.
Each press of his lips triggered the Goddess Fall Touch like a match to gasoline: her pussy clenched violently on nothing, a hot, thick flood of wetness pouring out in glossy waves.
The black lace thong soaked through instantly, turning transparent and clinging desperately to every swollen fold. Slick ran in warm, relentless streams down both inner thighs, dripping steadily onto the black marble with soft, obscene plinks-plinks-plinks that echoed louder than the music.
And every time she looked out at the Hell River—her favorite view, the one that had carried her through every lonely night—the sight of it glittering below made her even wetter.
Witnessing her being taken by her student… her man!
The black water threaded with gold from the city lights hit her like a drug, making her cunt weep harder, inner walls fluttering frantically, another fresh gush soaking the thong and dripping down her stockings in thick, shiny rivulets that pooled between her trembling feet.
She rolled her hips faster—desperate, filthy figure-eights—grinding her ass crack along the rigid length of him, feeling the blunt head nudge her tight asshole through fabric on every backward push.
Phei groaned low against her spine—the friction was torture; every roll dragged her drenched, bare lips along his clothed shaft in wet, clinging kisses, her clit throbbing and scraping against the rough weave, making his balls draw up tight and his cock leak heavier, the front of his trousers now a dark, sodden mess of their combined fluids.
“Please—kiss me lower—please—my pussy needs your mouth—please—” she begged, voice high and shattered into pieces. “I’m dripping so much—look at the river—look how wet it makes me—please taste me—please—”
He dropped to one knee behind her.
His hands gripped her hips—hard—fingers digging bruises into soft flesh, holding her still while he kissed the small of her back.
His tongue traced the dimples above her ass, then lower—slow, wet laps along the upper curves of her cheeks.
He spread her wider with both thumbs, peeling her ass apart until the thin black thong stretched to breaking, soaked lace clinging transparently to her dripping folds, outlining every plump ridge.
He kissed the crease where thigh met ass—soft, sucking kisses that left red marks on pale skin—then dragged his tongue in one long, slow stripe up the inside of her right thigh, tasting the thick, glossy rivers of slick that had already run down.
The sharp, sweet taste of her flooded his mouth, making his cock throb so violently he nearly growled; he could feel how her thighs quaked under his tongue, how every lick made more slick pour out in helpless spurts.
Patricia sobbed—loud, wrecked—thighs quaking violently, knees buckling.
“God—please—my pussy—please touch my pussy—your teacher is so wet looking at the river while you eat her body, Phei—please—”
He kissed the other thigh—mirror image—tongue collecting every drop of her arousal, savoring while she rolled her hips in frantic little circles, trying to bring her dripping cunt closer to his mouth, ass cheeks jiggling with every desperate grind.
Finally, he hooked the thong aside with one finger—baring her completely.
Her pussy was utterly ruined already: outer lips swollen dark pink and glossy, inner folds flushed deep rose and parted obscenely, fat clit hood peeled back to reveal the throbbing pearl beneath, untouched hole fluttering open and closed like it was starving to be filled.
Thick strands of slick stretched from her entrance to her thighs, dripping in slow, sticky ropes that puddled on the marble.
He blew a cool stream of air directly across her clit.
She screamed—sharp, high—back bowing so violently her tits mashed harder against the glass, nipples scraping raw through lace.
“PLEASE—TOUCH IT—PLEASE TOUCH MY FUCKING PUSSY
—I’M BEGGING—MY CLIT—PLEASE—”
He kissed the crease of her ass again—teasing, denying—then dragged his tongue in a slow, flat stripe from her perineum all the way up to the base of her spine, never touching her pussy.
Another flood poured out—hot, messy—splashing his chin, dripping down his jaw in thick rivulets.
“Phei—fuck—please—I’m begging—finger YOUR teacher—please finger my dripping cunt—look at the river—it’s making me leak so much—please—”
He finally gave her one finger—slow, deliberate—pressing the pad against her swollen clit and rubbing once in a lazy, torturous circle.
Her whole body seized—thighs spasming, ass cheeks clenching around his face, a forceful jet of squirt exploding out in a messy, arcing spray that soaked his wrist, forearm, sleeve, and splattered the marble in a wide, glistening puddle.
“YES—FUCK—LIKE THAT—PLEASE—MY CLIT—RUB IT—PLEASE—AHHH—”
He circled her clit again—slow, torturous—keeping the pressure feather-light, just enough to make her throb and leak without letting her climb. Her hips bucked wildly, trying to grind harder, but he held her hips still with bruising force.
“More—please—inside—please put them inside—stretch my dripping hole—please—”
He slid two fingers along her slit—coating them in her slick—then pressed just the tips against her fluttering entrance. No deeper. Just the tips—teasing the stretch without giving it.
She sobbed—continuous, wrecked—voice dissolving into high, pleading wails.
“Deeper—please—stretch me—fill me—ruin this pussy—please—Phei—please—I need it so bad—look at the river—it’s making me so fucking wet—please—”
He crooked his fingers—slowly—letting her feel the stretch of her virgin-tight entrance parting around his knuckles, inner walls fluttering and sucking greedily at the intrusion.
Then he pulled them out—slow drag—her clinging lips dragging outward in a glossy, creamy ring, thick white froth coating his fingers in sticky strands.
She screamed—raw, desperate—hips slamming back to chase the emptiness.
“NO—PUT THEM BACK—PLEASE—FUCK ME WITH YOUR FINGERS—PLEASE—I’M DRIPPING EVERYWHERE—PLEASE—”
He pressed in again—deeper this time—two fingers sinking to the second knuckle, curling upward to stroke the soft, ridged spot inside her that made her thighs quake and her squirt explode.
Her cunt clamped down hard—milking him—another forceful jet pulsing around his fingers, soaking his hand, dripping down his wrist in thick, creamy rivulets, splashing the marble and the base of the window.
“YES—THERE—MMMM… YES FUCK—RIGHT THERE—HARDER—PLEASE—MAKE ME SQUIRT AGAIN—PLEASE—”
He pumped slowly—deliberate in-and-out—each withdrawal pulling her clinging walls outward in glossy, stretched rings, each thrust pushing deeper until his knuckles kissed her entrance.
Cream frothed thick and white at the base of his fingers, strings of it stretching and snapping with every stroke, dripping down his wrist in sticky ropes.
His free hand delivered a sharp slap to her ass cheek—the crack echoing—then another, harder, watching the pale flesh bloom bright pink, ripple and jiggle with the impact.
He kneaded the stinging globe immediately after—possessive, soothing—spreading her wider so her tight asshole winked under the stretched thong strip, slick dripping down her crack to coat it in glossy shine.
Her ass bounced with every frantic roll of her hips—cheeks rippling, jiggling—thong long since shoved aside and useless.
“More—three—please—stretch me wider—ruin me—make me gape—please—I need it—look at the river—please—”
He added a third finger—slow, relentless—her pussy stretching thin and red around the invasion, lips clinging desperately, inner walls fluttering and pulsing as he filled her to the knuckles.
She came instantly—hard, shattering—back bowing, tits mashing against the glass, thighs spasming so violently her knees buckled.
“FUCK—YES—COMING—COMING SO HARD—”
A massive, forceful jet of squirt sprayed around his fingers—hot, messy arcs shooting out in powerful streams, soaking his forearm, sleeve, chest, the floor, the window base—while her cunt clamped down in rhythmic, milking waves, squirting again and again in short, explosive bursts.
“PLEASE DON’T STOP—PLEASE—”
He didn’t.
He fucked her through it—slow, deep pumps—curling hard against that spot on every inward stroke, thumb finally brushing her clit in light, maddening circles.
Another sharp slap to her ass—then kneading the jiggling flesh—made her clench harder around his fingers.
“SQUIRTING ALL OVER YOU—”
Another orgasm crashed over her within seconds—back-to-back—squirting harder, messier, soaking everything: his hand, his arm, his shirt, the marble in a wide, reflective puddle, the glass streaked with her release.
Her cunt gushed in rhythmic jets—every 30 seconds—hot arcs splashing his face, dripping down his chin, pooling on the floor beneath them.
She sobbed his name—continuous, broken wails—hips bucking back to meet every thrust, ass rippling and jiggling, pussy gushing in thick, creamy pulses around his buried fingers.
“PLEASE—MORE—DON’T STOP—RUIN ME—FILL ME—CLAIM THIS CUNT—PLEASE—MAKE ME SQUIRT UNTIL I CAN’T BREATHE—PLEASE—PLEASE—PLEASE—”
Her voice dissolved into pure, pleading sound—raw, wrecked, completely surrendered—while the city lights glittered beyond the glass, the Hell River flowing endlessly below, indifferent witnesses to her total, dripping, shattering unraveling.
It was time teacher received real pleasure now.