Chapter 53: Chapter 53

For the briefest moment, I caught it—the corner of her lips twitching upward, a faint smile. She killed it quick, forcing her expression back to flat, annoyed, sharp. But I saw it.

I smirked. “Your turn to move,” I said softly, daring her, daring her pride.

I hopped up onto the table, lying back. My cock stood up hard, veined and slick with precum. My chest rose and fell as I looked at her.

She exhaled, long and slow, almost like she was trying to push out a sigh that never ended. Then she stood, climbed onto the table, and walked between my legs. The sight alone almost made me bust—her tits swaying, thighs rubbing, that huge ass right in front of me.

She turned her back toward me, lowering herself slowly until my cock nestled right against the meat of her ass. I groaned, grinding up against her, the oil from earlier making my shaft slide against her skin like silk.

I grabbed the last of the bottle, squeezed it out onto my cock, and smeared it with my hand, slick and dripping. Then I let go, letting her handle it.

Kayla lowered herself more, hips rolling just slightly as she angled me against her pussy. My tip slid between her folds, wet and hot. Then, with a slow exhale, she sank down.

“Mm…” she muttered, low and throaty. “This is… different.”

Her walls clung instantly, tight and hot, dragging over every inch of me as she lowered further. My head tilted back, teeth grit as she took me deeper.

“Fuck…” I groaned, grabbing her hips, holding her steady.

She sank lower, inch by inch, until her ass pressed against my hips and my cock disappeared fully into her cunt. The feeling was insane—tight walls clutching me, hot and soft, like her pussy was trying to milk me already.

“Holy shit…” I muttered, eyes rolling back as her heat swallowed me whole.

Her walls clutched me like a vice, so hot and wet I thought I’d melt into her. My cock pulsed inside her, oil and slickness making every inch feel like fire. Kayla sat there on my lap, chest rising and falling, trying to act like it was nothing.

“Well,” she muttered, voice flat, almost bored. “You wanted this… so go on. Just get it over with.”

I laughed low, tightening my grip on her hips. “Get it over with? You’re dripping on me already.”

She shot a glare over her shoulder, but it was ruined by the way her thighs quivered. Her pussy clenched again, milking me even though her mouth said otherwise.

I groaned, thrusting up once, hard enough to make her ass bounce against me. She gasped—quick, sharp—then covered it with a scoff. “Tch. Don’t think that means anything.”

“Yeah?” I smirked, sliding my hands up her waist, palms over her tits, kneading them. Her nipples were stiff, poking against my fingers. “Feels like it means something.”

She ignored me, bracing one hand on my thigh as she started to move. Slow at first, rolling her hips, letting my cock grind deeper inside her. Every shift made a slick squelch as the oil mixed with her wetness. I bit my lip, watching the way her ass swallowed me up.

“Fuck…” I muttered, eyes rolling.

Her voice came sharp again. “You’re too loud. Calm down.”

But her breathing was ragged, uneven. She lifted herself, pussy dragging up my shaft, then dropped back down with a wet slap. My vision blurred from the sudden squeeze.

“Goddamn…” I groaned. “Hmm…”

She grunted softly, hips lifting and falling in a rhythm she probably wanted to pretend was mechanical, detached. But her ass bounced every time, smacking against my hips, oil glistening across her skin under the candlelight.

Her thighs trembled first, then her pussy tightened like a fist. I knew it was hitting her.

“You’re close,” I muttered, biting her neck.

“No,” she snapped, but her voice cracked. “Shut up.”

I thrust up to meet her drop, grinding my cock deep inside her. That did it—her body stiffened, then shook violently as she came. Warm wetness spilled down my cock, dripping onto my thighs. She groaned low in her throat, trying to swallow it, but couldn’t stop the shaky moans that slipped out.

Her pride kept her mouth sharp. “D-damn it… why am I cumming this… easy?”

“Because you love me?”

She shifted, panting, trying to regain control. But her hips betrayed her, rolling down harder, taking me deeper.

Her cunt was like a furnace, every squeeze dragging precum from me. I groaned louder, thrusting faster, letting her ride me. The slick sound filled the room, obscene, wet.

“Fuck, Kayla…” I muttered, squeezing her tits again, twisting her nipples until she gasped. “Your pussy’s—shit—it’s eating me alive.”

She tried to spit something back, but it melted into another moan as I slammed upward again. Her nails dug into my thighs now, leaving red trails as she tried to balance.

Her second orgasm hit even faster. She clenched so hard I saw stars, juices running down her thighs. She fell forward a little, bracing on her hands now, her back arched, tits swaying. I held her hips steady, pounding up into her as she trembled.

“God, stop,” she muttered weakly, though her hips kept moving. “You’re… too much.”

“Not stopping,” I hissed, grinding deep, slapping her ass with one hand. “Not when you’re this wet.”

She whimpered, biting her lip to keep from crying out again. But her walls told the truth, milking me like she needed it.

I slowed only to let her catch her breath, dragging my cock out to the tip before pushing back in. Her body shook, muscles weak, but she still tried to act unfazed.

“You’re an asshole,” she muttered, head tilted back, sweat dripping down her face.

“And you’re coming apart,” I said, thrusting again.

Her third orgasm ripped through her hard, her body stiffening before breaking into shakes. She moaned louder this time, couldn’t bite it back. Her pussy squirted around me, wetness splashing my stomach, dripping down onto the table.

I held her by the waist, fucking her through it, cock grinding against every pulse of her cunt.

She panted, voice faint. “I-I can’t…”

“You can. And you will.”

I shifted, gripping her arm, leaning up. In one move, I flipped us—her back against the table now, me standing over her, cock still buried inside. She yelped, glaring up at me, tits heaving with every breath.

“What the hell are you—”

I cut her off by crouching, putting her legs on my shoulders. Her slightly in the air, pussy wide open and glistening, drenched in oil and cum.

I spat in my hand, smeared it on my cock, then shoved back inside hard. The impact echoed, wet and sharp.

She cried out, grabbing the table edges.

“Fuck,” I groaned, pumping faster, harder, turning into a machine. My hips pistoned, slamming into her with wet smacks, the oil making me glide deeper, faster, harder than before. It was brutal, relentless, her body jerking with every thrust.

Her head tilted back, hair wild, tits bouncing violently. She was moaning without control now, sharp gasps that broke into long cries.

I leaned down, growling into her ear. “Where do you want my cum?”

She shook her head, trembling, eyes glazed. “I’m close—don’t stop—don’t stop!”

I slammed harder, my cock throbbing inside her. The whole fucking table shaking. “Say it, Kayla. Where?”

Her legs wrapped tight around me, locking behind my hips. She squeezed me inside her, shuddering. “Inside—fuck it—just do it inside!”

That broke me. My body seized, cock pulsing deep in her cunt. Hot cum erupted, spilling inside her, filling her up as her pussy milked every drop.

She came with me, back arching off the table, a scream tearing from her throat as her orgasm crashed over her. Her body convulsed, walls clenching, squirting even as my seed filled her. We shook together, tangled, every thrust mixing cum and oil until it spilled out around us, dripping down her ass onto the floor.

I groaned, shuddering, pressing deep, burying myself to the hilt. Her legs clung tighter, ankles digging into my back as if she didn’t want to let go.

When the spasms finally faded, I collapsed against her chest, sweat mixing with hers, both of us gasping. Her tits rose and fell against my face, hot and sticky.

“You…” she panted, eyes half-closed. “You’re a fucking disaster.”

I laughed weakly, pulling back just enough to look at the mess between us. Cum leaking from her pussy, her thighs glistening, the towel ruined.

“Yeah,” I said, smirking, kissing her shoulder. “But you came with me.”

She scoffed, rolling her eyes, but her body shivered under mine. “Don’t get cocky.”

“Too late,” I grinned, brushing her sweaty hair back. “I already did.”

She sighed, exasperated, but her lips twitched again—the faintest smile before she buried it.

And I just lay there, cock still softening inside her, thinking I’d never seen anything hotter.

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Sexual Activity Completed

Partner: Kayla

EXP Gained: +10

Star Rating: 1.1 ★

Reason: Performance Assist Detected

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Fuck this Performance Assist thing…

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Name: Evan Marlowe

Age: 21

Height: 179 cm

Weight: 73 kg

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Level: 4

EXP: 55 / 311

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