After going at it for what felt like forever, Catherine's grip on my back tightened, and she arched her hips up against me.
She came again, her body shaking as she clung to me.
I slowed down, gently moving inside her.
Then, I felt that familiar tingle in my lower back, and I came, my cum slowly spilling out.
As I pulled out, a mix of our fluids followed. When I pushed back in, it all slid down, dripping onto the bed.
Catherine moaned softly, her warm breath on my ear making me blush and heat up all over.
Instead of going soft, I got even harder.
Seeing Catherine relax after her climax, I straightened up and started thrusting again, feeling her respond to every move.
In the quiet night, Catherine slept peacefully while I kept a steady rhythm on top of her.
The hotel’s reflective walls shone, showing my strong, muscular body moving up and down.
By the time Catherine woke up, I had lost count of how many rounds we’d had.
She slowly opened her eyes, still a bit dazed, her gaze hazy.
Her pussy tightened suddenly, almost making me lose it.
I groaned, stopping my movements, my cock still inside her, feeling her rhythmic breathing.
I leaned into her, my cheek against the nape of her neck, where a thin layer of sweat clung.
I stuck out my tongue and lightly licked her neck, tasting the salty but not unpleasant sweat.
Feeling itchy, she moved her neck closer to my cheek.
Her soft, sweaty hair brushed against my cheek, feeling ticklish.
I nuzzled her neck, my voice muffled. "You awake, sweetheart?"
"Yes," Catherine replied softly, rubbing against my cheek.
"How about we switch positions?" I asked gently.
Catherine hesitated for a moment before nodding, "Okay."
"Do you want to lie down or sit on my lap?"
After thinking for a moment, she said, "I'll lie down."
"Okay," I agreed, lifting my lower back and slowly pulling out, bringing out a lot of cum.
Then I propped myself up with my arms, rolled off her, and lay down beside her.
I bent one arm, resting my head on it, quietly admiring her flushed cheeks.
She noticed my intense gaze and rolled her eyes. "How long have we been at this? Can't bear to stop?"
With that, she turned to face me, locking eyes.
"Yeah, I don't want to stop. I want to be with you all night," I said sincerely.
My hand reached her waist, fingers gently caressing her soft skin.
Catherine was ticklish; even the lightest touch made her shiver and curl up to escape my hand.
"Don't... it tickles..." Unable to escape, she pleaded with me.
"Then lie down quickly, I can't wait any longer," I whispered hoarsely, my hand instinctively moving to her pussy.
My middle finger found her clit, teasing it back and forth like a cat toy.
Catherine had no choice but to obediently lie down on the bed, reaching under the pillow to hug it, resting her head on it, and facing me.
Her eyes flickered with a mix of anticipation and desire, silently urging me to hurry up.
I immediately rolled over and pressed on top of her, my muscular body pressing against her slender back, enveloping her within my male hormones.
Catherine let out a sudden, low gasp, her body arching slightly.
My cock slipped perfectly between her legs. I pressed my hard, throbbing length against the surface of her pussy, moving my hips to rub up and down against her.
Her pussy, having been thoroughly fucked all night, was now incredibly sensitive. As soon as my cock touched her, her pussy trembled twice, and with each stroke, more of her wetness seeped out, making me feel an overwhelming sense of pride and accomplishment.
When I first took her virginity, it took forever to make her wet. But now? Just a touch and she was dripping with desire.
Even this small amount of her juices was enough to slick my thick, hard cock. I lifted my hips again, positioning my glans at the entrance of her pussy, and then slowly began to push inside.
Catherine let out a deep breath, her pussy squeezing out a bunch of vaginal fluid, wetting even my scrotum.
Although Catherine was no longer a virgin, after not experiencing my cock for several days, it seemed like she was back to being very tight at the beginning.
The flooding of vaginal fluid didn't make it as painful for me to penetrate.
Switching to a new position, she lay on the bed, her abdominal muscles involuntarily tensing, causing her pussy to contract inward.
The narrow and tight feeling made me somewhat unable to bear it, slowing down my thrusts and making me extremely comfortable.
My hand reached under her pussy, spreading one of her legs, fingers from the thigh to the clit, pressing and kneading it up and down as I continued thrusting.
Unable to bear the stimulation, Catherine suddenly tightened her legs, causing her pussy to contract even more, which made me come.
I was supposed to help her relax. Why did she tighten even more?
I couldn't hold on in this position for even three minutes, and I ended up ejaculating! It was so embarrassing!
Now Catherine's actions completely aroused my desire to conquer. While my cock was still hard, I knelt on her buttocks, using all my weight to press down, making the penetration even deeper.
I continued to thrust with all my strength, each movement creating a symphony of wet, rhythmic sounds as my shaft plunged into her slick pussy.
My balls slapped heavily against her round, full buttocks, the impact producing a lewd slapping sound, and her buttocks quickly turned a delicious shade of red from the relentless contact, adding to the erotic intensity of our union.