"It's all your fault. You fucked me the whole night," Catherine said, turning to me with a mix of longing and playful reproach in her eyes.
"Can't handle it, huh?" I chuckled, adding, "Come on, one last round, okay?"
Catherine always let me have my way, making sure I was completely satisfied every time. After I came twice or she had multiple orgasms, her pussy would become incredibly sensitive, reaching her limit.
Still, I often couldn't hold back my desire and would push her for more rounds until I was fully satisfied. Only then would I finally let her go.
"Okay," Catherine replied obediently, her voice sweet and clear, making her like an innocent rabbit.
What she didn't know was that after this round, there was another fun thing waiting for her, which I had been looking forward to since yesterday afternoon.
But since the props were all used up, I had to wait until tonight.
I lifted Catherine's legs up, like doing a split, her legs stretched out straight.
My hand traveled down her legs, eventually reaching her pussy. It was wet and swollen, the sensation of touching it incredibly comfortable and tender, reminiscent of the smooth texture of a fresh abalone.
After my fingers got wet with her juices, I slowly moved closer, and my cock just rubbed against her pussy.
It rubbed against her entrance a few times before quickly getting wet with her juices, even the lubricant on the condom was transferred to her pussy.
My fingers played around, feeling the lubrication on them, very comfortable.
Both my cock and fingers were against her pussy, and when the tip of my cock was at the entrance, I pressed my fingers on the tip and gently pushed my hips forward, smoothly entering her.
Catherine let out a content sigh, leaning her body against the wall.
Her pussy was warm and tight, but the only downside was not being able to touch her juices up close.
My cock was tingling, feeling a suffocating sensation of drowning but not being able to breathe.
It seemed like I still wasn't used to the condom, my cock was feeling uncomfortable. I had to rely on feeling to move in and out of her, feeling the warmth and tightness.
Catherine moaned softly.
As I thrust, her body kept pressing against the wall, and her soft and full breasts felt a bit cold as they hit the wall multiple times.
I became more addicted, even adapting to the uncomfortable feeling of not feeling her juices through the condom.
Now, all I could think about was to keep going, to make Catherine climax without stopping.
My hips moved like they had a motor, thrusting rapidly into her, bringing out a lot of her soft flesh.
I reached down to her pussy, feeling the rapid thrusting of my cock as it moved in and out. My fingers brushed against her soft, slick flesh, and I could feel the heat and wetness intensifying with each thrust. It felt like touching something incredibly delicate yet immensely satisfying.
As I pressed down with my fingers, it was like pressing into a sponge, yielding softly and releasing a flood of her juices. The sensation was intoxicating, and I couldn't help but savor every moment of our connection.
Every time I felt those droplets, I felt a sense of accomplishment, even my fingers were getting wet.
Catherine started trembling, her legs getting weak, and the leg I lifted started falling uncontrollably.
"Slow down... I... I can't take it anymore..." Catherine grabbed my arm tightly, begging me, her body feeling drained, her leg bending and hanging on my arm.
Luckily, my arm muscles were strong enough to support her weight.
Her upper body, including her face, was almost pressed against the cool bathroom tiles, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from my body. This difference in temperature only intensified my desire for Catherine.
She kept pressing herself against the wall and my hot body always followed, pressing against hers, as if drawn to her coolness like a magnet.
With no more room to retreat, Catherine tried to push me away with her hands, but her efforts felt more like gentle caresses, only fueling my desire further.
I reached for her breasts, my palm enveloping them firmly, feeling their softness and a slight coolness. Catherine moaned softly, her voice sultry and intoxicating.
Unlike the forced flattery of others, her voice was genuinely beautiful, like a heavenly melody, the most exquisite sound in the world.
I played with Catherine's breasts like playing with a sponge, squeezing and releasing with my five fingers.
Her breasts couldn't keep up with my speed; the rebound was slow.
Her nipples were still covered by the silicone breast covers.
I found her nipples precisely through the covers, pinching and rubbing with my two fingers.
Catherine felt my touch on her nipples, tilting her head back, letting out a comfortable moan.
"Feels good?" I couldn't help but whisper in her ear.
My warm breath sent shivers down her spine, making her feel extremely pleasured.
She couldn't respond verbally, only nodding instinctively and responding with her body, giving me a deep sense of accomplishment.
I alternated between shallow and deep thrusts, causing her pussy to relax and then suddenly contract, almost bringing me to climax.
I gently patted Catherine's buttocks, "Easy on the squeeze, sweetheart."
"I want to, but I can't stand anymore. I'm so tired... my legs are so weak...," she whispered, her voice a mix of exhaustion and desire.
Catherine tiptoed with one leg, pleading with me.
It seemed like she couldn't handle my thrusting anymore.
I reached under her standing leg with one hand, lifting it up, leaving her in a peeing position.