Chapter 114 Come Up

"How about... how about we just forget it and wait until I'm healed..."

Manuel's face turned cold. "Your injury is almost healed. Even with intense activity, it won't reopen. Do you not trust me as a doctor?"

Catherine pressed her lips together, still looking somewhat reluctant.

"Is this how you ask for a favor, without even showing the right attitude?" Manuel frowned slightly, then decided not to bother anymore. He stood up and headed for the door. "It seems like you don't have any sincerity. If you don't want to find jobs for your students, then keep up that haughty attitude."

Catherine gritted her teeth. Indeed, nothing in this world came without effort. Even though he was her boyfriend, she still had to use her body to get opportunities.

After a fierce internal struggle, she quickly stepped forward and hugged Manuel from behind. "Okay, sit down. I'll... I'll do it."

Manuel smirked where Catherine couldn't see. "Alright. But this time, you have to do it yourself. I won't help you."

Manuel sat back down in his original spot, spread his legs, and leaned back against the bed, waiting for Catherine.

Catherine swallowed hard and stepped forward. After a moment of hesitation, she began to unbuckle Manuel's belt.

Manuel smirked. "What, going straight for the mouth?"

Catherine's face turned red. "No, I just wanted to help you take off your clothes first."

Manuel snorted. "Don't pretend. You don't start with the belt if you're just taking off clothes. Your intentions are too obvious."

Catherine's face flushed even more.

Did he think she wanted to? It was just that part of his shirt was tucked into his waistband, and she couldn't take off the shirt without unbuckling the belt first.

Seeing Catherine freeze, Manuel impatiently poked her head. "What, embarrassed again? Keep going."

Catherine pressed her lips together, resisting the urge to punch Manuel, and continued unbuckling his belt.

The belt was leather, very expensive, and it glinted faintly under the light. The silver buckle reflected Catherine's face.

Once the belt was undone, Catherine saw the bulge in his underwear, already erect, with the outline visible through the fabric.

Manuel was already ready, the tip of his dick even protruding past the waistband, revealing the glans.

After unbuckling the belt, Catherine started to take off Manuel's shirt.

In the dim light, Manuel's well-defined eight-pack abs were revealed, along with his firm biceps.

When Manuel wore clothes, his muscles weren't very noticeable, but once the clothes were off, his physique was almost excessively good. His muscles seemed meticulously sculpted by the creator, each inch perfectly proportioned. Manuel's skin was great, but he wasn't skinny; he just looked a bit brooding.

Having sex with such a handsome guy for so long had raised Catherine's standards.

Now, even the male models on TV didn't seem to have as good a body as Manuel.

Catherine started to untie her dress straps and loosened the neckline of her dress, revealing a white, girlish-style bra in front of Manuel.

Manuel's gaze unabashedly fell on Catherine's chest, his eyes seemingly piercing through the fabric to see the breasts inside.

Catherine raised her hand to cover her chest but then thought it seemed too coy and decided not to.

She then took off her bra, and her round breasts bounced free, the pink nipples swaying in the air.

As her hands moved down, Catherine pulled her dress down from her waist, revealing pink panties.

She tentatively sat on Manuel's lap, rubbing against his dick through their underwear.

Manuel raised an eyebrow. "You say I play too many tricks? Well, I see you're no different."

This feeling of rubbing against each other's sensitive spots through their underwear was novel, but Catherine wasn't doing it on purpose; she was just too shy to take off her panties.

After a while, Catherine's panties became slightly wet, and both their underwear were stained with juice.

Catherine gasped, took off her panties, freed Manuel's dick from his underwear, spread her legs, and lowered herself onto him.

The moment their skin touched, a wave of stimulation and pleasure hit their brains, and they both let out a sigh.

Manuel lowered his head, sucking on Catherine's nipple, while his other hand kneaded her firm buttocks.

He really did as he said, not thrusting, just kneading.

Relying on her own strength, Catherine found it difficult to penetrate deeply like Manuel.

And she didn't dare to try.

Every time Manuel used this position, she felt like her uterus was being hit.

That depth was terrifying.

Catherine, in this position, slowly lowered herself and then lifted her hips, the dick stirring inside her cunt with each slow movement.

Because of the slow pace, Catherine noticed details she usually missed.

Like Manuel's slightly tensed skin from the pleasure and the veins on his forehead.

With each rise and fall, Manuel's body tensed more, his dick swelling larger inside her, making it harder to lower herself.

The pink inner walls of her cunt were exposed as the dick withdrew, with vaginal discharge dripping down her thighs and into Manuel's urethra.

Manuel finally couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed Catherine's waist and asked in a hoarse voice, "Can't you go faster? Are you trying to kill me?"

Catherine felt aggrieved. "I'm doing my best."

Men and women naturally have physical differences; she couldn't possibly thrust like a jackhammer like Manuel.

Manuel frowned at her. After Catherine lowered herself again, he suddenly pressed down on her waist, forcing her to sit down.

At the same time, his dick thrust upward, hitting her cervix.

The climax hit instantly, and Catherine's vision blurred.

From then on, she no longer had control over the sex.

Manuel gripped her waist and pounded hard, her cunt dripping with vaginal discharge, and she couldn't stop moaning.

After two hours, Catherine's throat was dry, and she was completely exhausted. Only then did Manuel let her go.

Tears welled up in Catherine's eyes as she glared at him. "You said I'd be in charge today! Why did you do that again?"

It had been so intense; she almost thought she'd be pierced through.

Manuel glanced at her coldly. "It's because you were too slow. Even having sex, you were sluggish."

If they went at Catherine's pace, he might have died from frustration.