I eagerly rubbed back and forth, pushing forward with force each time, only satisfied when the head of my cock pressed firmly against her clit, lifting it before retreating.
When my glans slid through her pussy, the tender flesh inside would tremble, even parting slightly as if trying to suck me in.
Catherine's pussy was hungry for more. Her pussy had changed significantly from before. I remembered the first time I fucked her and the times in the villa before going on business trips; the foreplay had to be extensive. Her pussy needed to be played with until it was practically gushing before I could enter her. Otherwise, it would not have been smooth or comfortable, and her pussy would have been so tight it felt like it might clamp down and break my cock.
Having been deflowered and having tasted the pleasure of my big cock, her pussy had grown much more eager. Plus, she hadn't had sex in days, so now she must be craving my cock badly.
I hugged Catherine tightly, feeling her warmth against me. Then I lifted her thighs forward, giving up the tempting softness of her breasts for a moment. This way, I could rub her more intimately, feeling her wetness increase with every movement.
Her right leg was placed at ninety degrees in front of the window, and her left leg was slightly bent and standing sideways.
One hand passed under her body, holding her upper body, and the other hand pressed against her leg, preventing it from slipping down.
I kept up the rubbing motion, and after about ten minutes, Catherine's pussy finally started to flow out slowly from the inside, and my cock was wet with her juices.
When my cock pulled out from between her buttocks, it rubbed her juices onto her buttocks.
Her buttocks immediately became wet, and the friction on the wet part increased, adding some resistance.
I couldn't help but stretch the hand that was pressing on her thigh to her round and perky buttocks, fingers intertwining and kneading like playing with a toy ball.
Her buttocks were very tender, and in no time they were reddened by my fingers, my five fingers crisscrossing on them.
Catherine moaned in her sleep, her cheeks and earlobes blushing. Not sure if she was shy or aroused, my hand slid along the cleft of her buttocks, my middle finger gliding forward against her full pussy, then up to her clitoris.
My middle finger pressed against her clit, starting slow and gentle, then gradually increasing in speed and pressure, rubbing her clit forcefully.
Her pussy was stimulated and itchy. Catherine's beautiful eyes closed tightly, but her buttocks couldn't help but twist uncontrollably.
When I rubbed forward with my cock, her buttocks pressed back. When I pulled my cock out, her buttocks would move forward.
After a few rounds back and forth, her pussy was already so wet that it was dripping onto the bed.
I felt that the foreplay was enough. So I held one end of the cock and slowly inserted it into her pussy.
The tight, narrow passage was stretched open by my big cock, gripping it so tightly that it made every movement in and out a struggle.
Catherine and I both let out a moan.
Catherine's hand unconsciously reached between her legs, feeling the hot, hard, and big thing, she suddenly opened her eyes.
She wanted to turn over and see who it was, but after grabbing my hand that was touching her clit, she suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
"You're so naughty!" she complained.
I leaned my face on her shoulder, my mouth close to her earlobe, and whispered, "What's wrong?"
"I'm sleeping. How could you do this to me? I thought it was someone else and it almost scared me to death!"
"How could that be?" I murmured, my voice low and teasing. "Since you gave yourself to me for the first time, you belong to me alone. No one else would dare to touch you. And if someone tried, I'd risk everything to make sure they never did it again."
Catherine raised one hand, bent her wrist in front, and covered my mouth. "Don't say such things, we will be together well, and live very happily."
I didn't immediately respond to her words, but puckered my lips and kissed her thin shoulder.
Catherine's skin was incredibly smooth and tender; kissing her shoulder felt like pressing my lips against the softest silk. My tongue emerged to lightly lick her, and the taste was intoxicatingly sweet.
"But I saw you enjoying yourself in your dream just now," I teased. "I've been playing with you for so long, touching your breasts, touching your butt, and you never woke up. Did you have a wonderful dream? Can you share it with me?" I coaxed gently, my voice soft and playful.
In theory, for women, being touched on the chest and pussy during sex was very sensitive. They might wake up as soon as they were touched. But Catherine slept very soundly, even as I caressed her breasts and teased her pussy. It was both strange and intensely erotic, watching her remain in such a deep, peaceful sleep while I explored her body.
Catherine's thoughts were brought back to her dream. Recalling it made her face turn red, and she couldn't say a word.
I pushed my cock hard inside, pushing her flat abdomen into a bulge.
Catherine bit her lip tightly, afraid to make any sound that would break her mental defense.
But unexpectedly, her long-held action was shattered by my forceful impact.
"Come on, I want to hear it," I whispered.
The warm breath drilled into her ear canal, stimulating every nerve in her brain.
Catherine couldn't help but tremble slightly, her whole body covered in goosebumps.
After waiting for a while and seeing that she still had no desire to speak, I once again exerted force to fiercely hit the sensitive spot inside her pussy.
Her flat abdomen was once again pushed into a small hill. My hand pressed on it, feeling the soft, tender muscles wrapped around her flat abdomen. The sensation was intoxicating, so wonderfully addictive.
"Don't... don't be too hard... I'll... I'll say it... be gentle... okay?" Catherine cried and begged me.
"Okay, of course, I just like to hear you slowly tell me," I said gently while thrusting into her pussy gently.
"It's just... I thought... in my dream, we were doing this..."
"Doing what?" I knew what she meant, but I just wanted her to say those words.
"It's... what we're doing now..."
"What are we doing now?"
"Don't bully me, you know what I'm talking about." Catherine stroked my hand on her abdomen.
She held my index finger and acted coquettishly, surrendering in front of me.