Catherine looked at me, totally relaxed, giving in to every touch and move I made.
I spread one of her legs to the side, pressing it against the edge of the tub, while the other leg rested against the tub wall. I shifted my position, lining up my cock with her pussy.
With the experience from last time, and now with a condom on, I felt way more confident.
One hand on Catherine's knee, the other guiding my cock, I slowly slid it into her pussy.
Her pussy opened up like it was welcoming a long-lost treasure, eagerly waiting for me.
When I reached the deepest part, her pussy tightened around my cock, like a hot dog in a bun, giving me that addictive tightness and warmth.
I moved my hips, watching as my cock slid in and out, each time bringing out her arousal fluid.
The fluid dripped down her butt into the water, the light above making it shimmer. It was so satisfying; just watching it gave me a deep sense of accomplishment.
The used condom had been casually discarded into the bathtub, with the semen slowly seeping out, mixing with the water, and clinging to Catherine's butt, creating an intimate scene.
Tonight's position wasn't much different from last night, except Catherine was awake and fully aware of what was happening.
And with the condom on, it felt different but just as good, maybe even more exciting.
Catherine's breasts bounced with each thrust, her nipples almost leaving a trail, making my eyes burn with desire.
My eyes were bloodshot, a faint redness at the corners, as I teetered on the edge of madness from the excitement.
I couldn't hold back any longer and sped up my thrusting.
Catherine lifted her hips to meet my thrusts, moaning loudly.
Each moan was like fuel, driving me to go harder and faster.
The water beneath me rippled and splashed with each thrust, delicate droplets landing intermittently on Catherine's abdomen. Her stomach bore a noticeable bulge from the push of my cock, making the moment all the more intimate and erotic.
Catherine's cheeks and the corners of her eyes were flushed from my actions.
"So good... your pussy feels so good..." I couldn't help but squeeze Catherine's breasts, holding them firmly in my hands.
The soft touch spread from my palms throughout my body, every corner feeling that special softness. It was like my heart was melting at that moment.
I leaned down, lowering my head to her round nipples, sucking on them until they turned red and hard. Catherine was so aroused she couldn't help but push her chest out, matching my actions.
I sucked harder, like a hungry kid searching for milk, the soft sucking sounds echoing in the bathroom, making everything feel even more intense.
"So good... feels so good..." she moaned.
Catherine wrapped her arms around my back, holding me tight, trying to press my body against hers.
My face was almost buried in her full breasts, and with each deep breath, I could smell their unique fragrance.
It was the best and purest scent I'd ever encountered.
Maybe because Catherine had given me her virginity, I felt a special connection to her. Her nipples and her pussy, those intimate places that only she and those she allowed close could access, held a particular significance for me.
I always felt that these places were not just Catherine's but also carried my scent, my traces. The bite marks, the saliva, and the scent on her body were all from me, which made me incredibly proud.
I, David, finally had a woman who belonged to me and me alone!
As I continued, my excitement grew, turning into an addiction. I didn't care that we were in the bathtub, covered in bathwater. I scooped her up into my arms.
Catherine was startled and quickly wrapped her arms around my neck. Her soft breasts pressed against me, swaying tantalizingly, their delicate skin sending shivers down my spine as they rubbed against my neck.
I held Catherine firmly in my arms, slowly stood up, stepped out of the bathtub, and pressed her against the opposite wall.
Catherine was trembling slightly. She leaned towards me, pressing tightly against my chest, even wrapping her feet tightly around my waist.
"It's cold," she whispered.
"It's okay, babe. It'll warm up in a moment." I kissed the fine sweat on her forehead, whispering softly.
Although I didn't want her to feel cold, it was impossible for me to change the place, and I just wanted to fuck her hard against the wall.
I fucked her about twenty times.
Because we were covered in water, my hands would slip as I held her, making it uncomfortable for me and risking Catherine accidentally falling.
So I put Catherine down and lifted one of her legs.
Luckily, Catherine's ligaments were still good, and I could lift her left leg up to almost shoulder level.
Her pussy was exposed in front of me horizontally, with many arousal fluids dripping down.
The fluids even mixed with her right leg and slowly slid down, looking quite erotic.
I unconsciously licked my dry lips, rubbed my cock, aimed it at her pussy, and thrust inside.
As soon as my glans entered her pussy, her pussy couldn't help but contract violently.
What? She came as soon as I entered her!
I quickly pulled my glans out of her pussy, the shaft lying outside her pussy, carefully feeling the contraction process of her pussy.
It felt like her pussy was breathing, making me very comfortable, almost like a massage for my cock.
My cock uncontrollably throbbed a few times, stimulating her pussy to contract sharply for a while.
"So sensitive?" I asked.