Hannah's chin was resting on my shoulder, and even her moans had a bit of a tremble to them.
Her butt was up in the air as we went at it, then she came down hard.
She then realized we were in a ward, and quickly covered her mouth with her hand, trying to muffle her moans.
At the same time, she used her other hand to push against my chest, signaling me to take it easy.
After all, she was a married woman with kids, and I had a girlfriend.
If things got out of hand, it wouldn't be good for either of us, so I eased up on the thrusting.
I slowly lowered myself onto the bed, letting Hannah ride on top of me.
She didn't sit up, holding me tightly, and her upper body was pressed tightly against mine.
Her hips moved rhythmically, her soft, supple flesh gliding up and down on my cock. Each gentle motion sent waves of pleasure through me, the sensation akin to thrusting into soft cotton—comforting, tender, and utterly intoxicating.
About twenty minutes later, her butt and lower abdomen were tightly clenched, her body tense.
She reached the climax, and I used my big hand to press her butt against me, then thrust forward with force.
My cock pressed firmly against her sensitive spot, and as her pussy contracted rapidly, my semen shot out and sprayed inside her.
Hannah put all her strength on me, her knees on either side of my body slowly straightening and overlapping with my legs.
She was so satisfied that she couldn't move.
At this point, my IV drip was finished, so I casually removed the needle from the back of my hand and tossed it away.
Ignoring the pain in my hand, I lifted her off me and pulled the blanket up with my right hand.
I brought Hannah into the blanket and covered her with the snow-white blanket.
She was still basking in the afterglow of climax, and I was still somewhat unsatisfied, so I hugged her with one hand, had her lie on her side in front of me, and used the other hand to knead her breasts.
Hannah's breasts were the softest I had ever touched. My fingers sank slightly into her supple flesh, reminiscent of dense foam, each touch sending a wave of exquisite pleasure through me.
It even made me greedily want to possess both of her breasts.
I buried my head in her deep cleavage, licking the smooth skin of her breasts on the left side for a while.
Then I turned my attention to her right breast, gently sucking on it, forming the soft, tender flesh into a small mound in my mouth. Then, I began to lightly tease it with the tip of my tongue.
My nose was nestled between her plump breasts, enveloped by the intoxicating blend of her natural scent and a hint of fresh laundry detergent.
Even in the hospital room, where the disinfectant smell was strong, it was hard to mask Hannah's unique body scent.
Hannah gradually became more passionate as I sucked on her breasts. She held my head, her fingers in the gaps of my hair, pressing my head onto her breasts, almost suffocating me.
I slid my hand under Hannah's neck, letting her rest on my arm. My muscles made a comfy pillow for her.
With my other hand, I slid down her flat belly, reaching between her legs and slowly slipping my fingers in.
My fingertips traced the seam of her pussy, and a warm stream of fluid squeezed out, wetting my entire finger.
Hannah let out a contented sigh, her legs clenching involuntarily.
After our sex just now, her pussy was super sensitive to my touch.
Just lightly brushing my fingers over it made her incredibly wet.
I curved my index finger, the other four gripping the inside of her thigh, using the back of my finger to gently tease her clit, like strumming a guitar.
Each touch made her tighten her legs, and I felt a warm flow coming out, wetting my fingers.
Before long, my cock was hard again.
I couldn't resist the urge to move my hips, guiding my cock between her legs, feeling the warmth of her pussy as the head of my cock brushed along her inner thigh.
Hannah's legs tightened around me, her whole body trembling slightly, her soft, heated skin pressing against mine. Her breath came in hot, teasing bursts on my chest, sending shivers of pleasure through me that made me feel an unendurable itching.
I couldn't help but grab her head and kiss her passionately.
Hannah had just let out a moan, her lips still parted, when my tongue slipped easily into her mouth. The thick saliva pooled inside her mouth, and I eagerly drew it into my own, swallowing it hungrily.
As our lips met, some saliva dripped down and lingered on her chin.
I didn't mind; I stuck out my tongue, the slightly rough surface lightly licking her smooth chin.
Hannah was so into the kiss that she tilted her head back, slightly squinting her eyes, looking at me with a dazed expression.
I extended my tongue back into her mouth, entwining with her tongue, then pulling her tongue into my mouth.
I passionately sucked on her tongue, like a snake coiling around a vine, trying to draw out the very essence of her being.
Hannah didn't rush to pull her tongue back, instead opening her lips towards me, wanting to suck on my lips.
And my hand didn't stop teasing her pussy.
My left hand was under her head, slowly reaching down, slipping into her round and plump butt, teasing her pussy from behind.
Her juices seemed to be rising like the tide, occasionally surging out and moistening my fingers.
My right hand, still slick with her arousal, moved to grasp her breast. I didn't hesitate, squeezing her soft, yielding flesh as if it were a pliant, inviting sphere, kneading it with unrestrained desire.
Her full and soft breasts were kneaded into various shapes by me.
I then slightly curved the tip of my index finger on her pink nipple.
Women who had given birth and breastfed seemed to have larger nipple areas than those who hadn't.
With my fingertip on her nipple, I could even leave a cross mark on it.
Hannah seemed unable to bear the stimulation, her body trembling gently in my arms as if an electric current was flowing through her.