Chapter 8: Did I hurt you?
He thrust with even greater force, penetrating her delicate hole with his scarlet and fierce genitalia over and over again, causing her delicate flesh to cry out in pleasure and pain.
The slender body jerked continuously, while the tight passage began to adapt to his presence after being vigorously penetrated dozens of times.
But the senses did not diminish; that indescribable and inexplicable pleasure continued to rise, especially when a certain spot was rubbed.
"Mmm... Ah... George... I can't... Ah, it's so tight... So tight..."
She whimpered, tightening her small hole, her mind blank, instinctively trying to resist the unbearable pleasure, but her streams of lust betrayed her.
The penis was twisted in an exceptionally comfortable manner, and the little hole became hotter and slicker with each thrust.
This caused the meridians attached to the pillar to throb and pulsate.
Unconsciously, he tightened his large hand gripping her thigh and fiercely thrust into her wet and hot hole dozens of times.
He lifted her legs onto his shoulders, his large hand reaching under her buttocks, lifting her entire small butt, making it easier for him to penetrate forcefully.
The change in position allowed the raised glans to pass more heavily over the sensitive points inside her as he inserted and withdrew.
The sour and itchy sensations continuously surged through her nerve endings, driving Ellie to the brink of madness...
Swollen…burning... and yet so pleasurable..
"Ugh... No, ah... slow down, George... slower... Ah..."
She couldn't bear it and writhed to resist.
She weakly kicked her legs that he carried on his shoulders, futilely struggling, and further igniting the man's rampant desires.
George tightly pursed his thin lips and penetrated with even greater force.
His thick rod completely entered and then pulled out, his deep black eyes firmly locked on the point where their bodies met.
Even in this darkness, he could still clearly see how her pitifully small hole was pushed and stretched by his penis, as if there were soft flesh pressed against the pillar that was being drawn out and then springing back, exceptionally intoxicating.
He wanted... to thrust even harder and possibly ravage her tiny hole...
This thought that emerged each time they made love caused his body's cells to suddenly stir, seeming impatient and eager to try and prove it.
...No, I can't thrust anymore!...
George tightly frowned, his large hand gripping her buttocks tightened repeatedly, but he dared not thrust as deeply as before.
He only increased the speed of his thrusts, closed his eyes, listened to her cries, and wanted to ejaculate as quickly as possible.
For Ellie, his size was simply too large.
Even though he didn't penetrate as deeply as before, every entrance and exit still repeatedly rubbed against her sensitive points, not to mention that he was thrusting so fast.
"Ah... Mmm... George, no... It’s too much... I can't take it anymore, George... Ah..."
The pleasure came in waves, one higher than the next with his faster thrusts, and it accelerated, engulfing her.
She cried out and moaned; her consciousness climbed higher and higher, only to be completely swallowed by the tidal waves at its peak...
"Ya..." Her body stiffened, her toes curled up, her little hole tightened violently, and waves of contractions released a stream of lustful fluids.
"Mmm..."
Even through the condom, the glans felt numbed by the climax of the flesh hole. George groaned in satisfaction with his jaw lifted.