Novel Full Chapter 451: Tittering Edge 2 (r-18)
Chapter 451: Tittering Edge 2 (r-18)
Phei rose slowly behind her, hands never leaving her skin—palms sliding up her ribs, thumbs hooking the thin straps of her black lace bra.
He dragged them down her shoulders with deliberate cruelty, letting the cups peel away from her heavy breasts inch by inch.
The lace caught briefly on her stiff nipples, tugging them outward before snapping free with a soft pop. Her tits spilled out—full, round, flushed deep rose at the peaks—bouncing once as the bra fell to the marble, nipples scraping the cold glass with every heaving breath.
He didn’t stop no matter how much he wanted to dive into those gorgeous boobs.
His fingers found the satin tie at her waist. One pull and the sheer black robe slithered off her shoulders like liquid night, pooling at her elbows, then her feet.
The garter straps stayed—black lace biting into soft thigh—but he unhooked them with slow tugs, rolling the thigh-high stockings down her legs one by one, kissing the backs of her knees as he went, tongue flicking the sensitive hollow until she whimpered and her knees buckled.
Only the thong remained—useless, soaked, clinging transparently to her swollen cunt.
He hooked both index fingers under the thin straps at her hips and peeled it down—slowly—letting the wet lace drag over her puffy outer lips, pulling them outward in glossy rings before snapping free.
The thong dropped to her ankles in a sodden heap.
She stepped out of it automatically, thighs trembling, slick strings stretching from her dripping folds to the ruined fabric before snapping.
Patricia Bloom finally stood completely bare against the glass—golden skin glowing under blue neon, heavy breasts pressed to the cold pane, nipples scraping with every ragged breath, ass arched back toward him… just him, the only man she’ll ever have now.
Her legs parted just enough for the river lights to catch the glossy rivers running down her inner thighs.
Phei stripped himself next—fast, no ceremony.
Jacket shrugged off. Shirt buttons torn open and discarded. Trousers shoved down with his boxers in one rough motion.
His cock sprang free—heavy, thick, veined, flushed dark at the head, already leaking a thick bead of pre-cum that dripped in a slow string to the floor.
The moment his bare cock brushed the cleft of her ass—hot, rigid skin on soft, trembling flesh—Patricia froze, a full-body shock ripping through her like lightning.
Phei felt it too.
The searing
velvet heat of her deep valley ass crack swallowing his length, her ass cheeks trembling and clenching around his shaft like they were trying to pull him deeper, every quiver sending vicious pulses straight through his cock, making the fat head swell thicker, veins stand out harder, pre-cum oozing in thick ropes that smeared along her skin.
Her breath punched out in a sharp, broken gasp.
“Oh—fuck—Phei—” Her voice cracked high, almost frightened, almost reverent.
She felt every brutal inch: the fat, flared crown nestling right into the top of her crack, the thick shaft throbbing hot and heavy along the deep valley between her cheeks, the heavy balls brushing the backs of her thighs like warm weights.
Too big. Way too fucking big for her tight, pussy.
Her cunt clenched hard on nothing, a violent spasm forcing another hot, thick flood of slick to pour out—glossy waves running down her inner thighs in rivulets that splashed onto the marble with wet plinks.
She shook—full-body tremors—ass cheeks quivering uncontrollably around his shaft as she rolled her hips back instinctively, terrified and desperate at the same time.
The Hell River glittered below—endless black water threaded with gold, patient and indifferent—and the sight made her cunt weep harder, inner walls fluttering frantically.
“Phei—it’s—God—it’s so fucking big—” she whimpered, voice trembling on the edge of tears. “I knew… but fuck—it’s going to split me in half—ruin me—please—”
He groaned low in his throat—raw, possessive—and dropped to his knees again.
Hands gripped her hips—hard—keeping her facing the glass.
Then he angled her body with bruising force: one hand sliding up to fist her hair, tugging her head back just enough so her wrecked reflection stared straight back at her—eyes glassy with tears, mouth open in continuous pleading gasps, cheeks flushed.
Her tits mashed flat against the pane, nipples dark and swollen—and lower, the obscene reflection of her dripping cunt framed perfectly between her spread thighs, puffy lips parted and glistening, thick strands of slick stretching and dripping, her tight hole winking with every clench.
“Look at yourself, teacher” he rasped against her ear, voice dark and filthy. “Look at how fucking ruined you already are for your student, teacher. Dripping just from my cock touching your ass.”
She sobbed at the sight—her own face shattered with need, her cunt visibly throbbing and leaking—and the humiliation only made more slick gush out in a hot spurt.
He kissed the upper curve of her right ass cheek—soft, reverent—then bit down gently, teeth sinking just enough to leave faint red crescents.
She yelped, hips jerking forward, tits scraping the glass, ass cheeks clenching tight.
He soothed with his tongue—slow, wet laps—then slapped the same cheek—gentle but firm—palm cupping the bounce, kneading deep and possessive.
The pale globe rippled under his hand—soft waves traveling outward, jiggling with every squeeze—blooming pink. He spread her wider with both thumbs, peeling her ass apart until her dripping pussy and tight pink asshole were fully exposed.
He kissed the other cheek—mirror image—biting, slapping, kneading—each impact making her ass bounce and jiggle harder, cheeks spreading wider, flesh wobbling with every greedy roll of her hips.
Then he buried his mouth against her.
Tongue flat—long, slow stripe from perineum up through parted pussy folds, collecting every drop in one greedy lap. He sucked her outer lips into his mouth—soft, wet pulls—then dragged upward, circling her throbbing clit without touching directly.
Patricia screamed—high, shattered—palms squeaking, hips bucking back.
“YES—PLEASE—MY CLIT—SUCK IT—PLEASE—PLEASE—”
He teased her then after—tongue flicking the hood, then the bare pearl—light, maddening—until her clit swelled fatter, redder, pulsing. Then teeth closed gently around it—careful scrape—and tugged.
She shrieked—raw, desperate—thighs spasming, ass cheeks clenching and rippling around his face, a forceful jet of squirt exploding in a hot, messy arc that soaked his chin, throat, chest. Another massive gush followed—splashing his face, dripping down his jaw in thick rivulets, puddling beneath them.
“FUCK—I’M—GONNA COME—PLEASE LET ME—PLEASE—”
He pulled away at the edge—mouth leaving her clit with a wet pop—denying her.
She sobbed—loud, broken—hips slamming back, ass shaking violently, rippling.
“NO—NO—PLEASE—DON’T STOP—I WAS SO CLOSE—PLEASE—PLEASE—”
Phei stood.
His bare cock—now slick from her squirt—settled back into her crack, fat head kissing her tight asshole, thick shaft sliding along her dripping slit from behind.
He gripped her hips—hard—holding her angled so she couldn’t look away from her own reflection: wrecked face, tits bouncing against glass, cunt dripping obscenely in the mirror of the window.
He rocked forward—slow, teasing drags through her outer folds, veined underside grinding her swollen clit on every pass.
On one backward roll of her hips, the flared crown caught just inside her entrance—stretching the outer ring open for a heartbeat.
Her puffy lips stretched thin and red around the blunt head, clinging desperately, inner walls fluttering wildly toward it like starving mouths, a thick cream ring forming instantly at the base of the crown as her slick frothed white from the tiny stretch.
Phei felt it like fire like scorching velvet vise of her entrance sucking at his cock’s tip, walls spasming and trying to pull him deeper, heat blooming up his shaft in vicious waves, cock throbbing so hard the veins pulsed against her clinging lips.
Then he pulled back—slow, deliberate drag—her lips dragging outward in a glossy, stretched ring, cream strings snapping and dripping.
She screamed—raw, shattered—and squirted violently the second he denied her again, a forceful jet exploding around the withdrawing head, soaking his cock, balls, thighs in hot, messy arcs that splashed the glass, the floor, her own reflection.
“PLEASE—INSIDE—FUCK—JUST—PLEASE—I NEED IT—”
He fucked her outer lips instead—slow, relentless slides of back and forth—the flared crown parting her puffy folds without breaching deeper, dragging along her clit, smearing pre-cum and slick into a glossy, dripping mess.
Each pass made her ass cheeks ripple harder—soft waves jiggling outward, bouncing against his pelvis, flesh wobbling.
She screamed again—voice raw—hips bucking wildly, ass shaking and rippling.
“INSIDE—PLEASE—FUCK ME—STRETCH ME—RUIN ME—PLEASE—I CAN FEEL HOW BIG YOU ARE—IT’S GOING TO SPLIT ME OPEN—PLEASE—PLEASE—PLEASE—”
Every denied thrust made her wetter—slick pouring in thick, endless waves—drenching his cock, dripping down his balls in sticky ropes, puddling on the marble in a wide, reflective mirror of her surrender.
The river glittered below—endless, indifferent—and the sight only made her beg louder, voice dissolving into continuous, shattered sobs, staring at her own ruined reflection while her cunt throbbed and leaked for the cock that would finally claim it.
“PLEASE—PHEI—PLEASE FUCK ME—CLAIM THIS DRIPPING CUNT OF YOUR TEACHER—MAKE ME YOURS—PLEASE—PLEASE—PLEASE—”
She was shaking apart—ass rippling nonstop, thighs quaking, pussy clenching on nothing—completely surrendered, completely his—waiting for the exact moment he finally drove in to the hilt.