Chapter 141 His Stamina Is Really Good

Daniel's rough and forceful movements made my butt clench up.

At the same time, my vagina felt a wave of soreness.

No way, I didn't want to squirt all over the couch.

"I can't hold on, I'm gonna squirt, please don't let me do it here," I moaned.

He quickly picked me up, and since the kitchen was closer, he carried me there. Once we reached the living balcony, I couldn't hold back and squirted.

"There are no curtains here. Quick, take me inside." I felt super embarrassed and covered my face.

"Okay, I'll put up a frosted film tomorrow so no one can see."

"What! Do you still want to have sex here?" I punched his chest.

His cock inside my vagina got even harder, and I could feel it twitching slightly. He closed the door between the kitchen and the living balcony, moved a little, and took me to the bathroom again.

"No, I feel so weak, I can't stand up." As he tried to put me down, I quickly held onto him tightly, acting coy.

"I remember you have a leather ottoman in your closet," he said.

"What for! The bathroom is so damp!"

"It's leather, and it needs to be cleaned anyway. I'm just bringing it over to clean it."

I clearly knew he wanted to use it for sex.

After having sex on the leather ottoman, no matter how dirty it got, a little cleaning and wiping, and it could be used again. He really thought of everything.

He placed me in the bathtub, and although I shivered from the cold, my body was so hot that the coolness felt comfortable.

He quickly carried the three-foot-long ottoman over and placed it in the empty space near the bathtub.

Luckily, this large flat was converted from four rooms to two, so the bathroom was big enough; otherwise, it would have been very cramped.

I rested in the bathtub for a while, and just as I started to feel a bit better, he picked me up and placed me on the ottoman.

"Can you be on the bottom? I always feel like I'm being manipulated," I asked.

"Even if I'm on the bottom, I'm still the one manipulating you," he corrected me directly.

"No, I want to be on top."

He reluctantly agreed, pulling me up and holding me as he lay down.

My feet touched the ground, and as soon as I tried to use some strength, I felt utterly weak.

His stamina was really impressive. I gave in and switched positions with him again.

After all this, his cock was still erect.

"How can you still have sex?" I asked.

"I didn't cum just now."

Alright, I spread my legs, welcoming his cock.

"Can you handle it?" Even though his cock was already pressing against my lower vagina, he still asked.

"Yes. I'm just exhausted from being fucked by you, but I still want more." I felt so empty inside, and as I spoke, I squirmed a bit, feeling my vagina get wet again.

He noticed too and laughed. "You're really hard to be satisfied."

He entered me slowly, and I hugged his back, gently stroking it and lifting my head to kiss his chin.

"Honey, faster. I want it!" I lifted my hips, feeling unsatisfied with the slow pace.

"Don't you need to adjust for a bit?"

"We've been having sex for so long, I'm fine." I pouted, acting coy.

"I really can't say no to you." He sped up, and I tilted my head back, unable to keep my mouth shut.

The soft ottoman became a bit slippery after I started sweating, and he held me down to keep me from sliding off.

But he couldn't stop me from moving forward, as his thrusts were pushing me that way.

We moved forward a bit, and he slowed down, placing his hands on my waist to move me back to the original position.

"Faster." I urged him to speed up again.

I didn't know why, but I was particularly enthusiastic today.

"I really miss that leather couch in your basement," he said.

I replied, "I miss that salon couch at your place."

"When we get married, we'll buy a new house and move both of them there," he said.

"Can't we buy new ones? I want everything new." For example, I wanted the leather couch in khaki or black and white patchwork, and the salon couch to be thicker, making it softer but also sturdier.

"I'll do whatever you want," Daniel smiled.

"Where are you getting the money?" I asked.

"I have my legal sources," he said confidently, and I didn't say anything more.

As long as it was legal, but seeing his smile, I felt it might be legal but unethical.

I closed my mouth and my eyes, letting out broken groans.

"I heard there's a vibrating bed in some couple's hotels. I think we should get one too, so we can have sex while it vibrates," Daniel said.