Looking at the marks I left on her butt, I felt a rush of heat in my face.
I pressed my hand on her butt, lifting it to expose the crack, and knelt down to thrust forward with vigor. Catherine's pussy gripped my cock tightly as I moved in and out, her inner walls clinging to me with every thrust.
The room was filled with the raw, primal sounds of our bodies colliding, the wet, rhythmic slaps echoing around us.
Her arousal flowed freely, soaking the sheets beneath us, a testament to the intense passion we shared.
Catherine was trembling and moaning from the way I was fucking her. But her waist was too flat, which detracted from the overall pleasure of our lovemaking.
So I grabbed the pillow I slept on and slid it under her hips, adjusting our position. As I thrust my cock into her pussy, her butt lifted slightly, giving me better access.
I quickly reached under her, lifting her hips higher, and began thrusting with renewed intensity. Looking down, I could clearly see the changes in her pussy as I fucked her.
Her full pussy was getting pounded until the two labia swelled, with a slightly rough texture on top.
But I wasn't satisfied. I reached both hands under her lower abdomen, lifting her butt even higher, and vigorously thrusting my cock in her pussy.
The crisp sound of flesh slapping echoed throughout the room.
"No... stop. Be gentle... it hurts!" Catherine was begging for mercy.
But her plea was like an aphrodisiac for me.
She was only begging for mercy from being fucked by me, without shedding tears, I had to make her cry from being fucked.
Thinking of this, I felt my eyes turn bloodshot, staring fiercely at her pussy. I watched intently as my cock wildly thrust in and out, each movement driving me deeper into a state of primal desire.
Her pink flesh was brought out by me, then fiercely fucked back in.
The soft flesh inside her pussy was like layers of whirlpools, sucking my cock round and round.
The warm, wet, and tight sensation spread from my cock to my whole body, sending waves of intense pleasure coursing through me.
"Please... finish this. I can't take it anymore!" she begged with tears.
I indeed wanted to finish, but now Catherine's tears only heightened the stimulation in my mind, making the sensation of release even more elusive. Both my heart and mind urged me to keep going, to fuck her harder and more fiercely.
I increased my pace, thrusting harder and faster. The sheets on the bed shifted with each powerful movement.
Catherine, overwhelmed, buried her face in the pillow. Her pleas, interspersed with sobs, filled the room.
"I really can't take it," she whimpered. "It's so uncomfortable... it hurts. It feels like it's going to break."
"It won't, dear. Just relax." After saying that, I slowed down my speed, focused on the strength, and fiercely fucked her pussy once.
My glans hit her sensitive spot, sending a tingling, sour sensation that spread from the tip of my cock throughout my entire body.
The tingling gradually transformed into an electric sensation, making my body tremble uncontrollably. The feeling of ejaculation slowly descended to my lower back.
I was on the verge of cumming!
I clenched my teeth tightly, trying to suppress the overwhelming desire to release.
Catherine didn't go through all that for nothing last night.
Even though she was asleep, her body still sensed the changes when I came, and she remembered that feeling well.
Feeling my cock swell inside her, her body got even hotter.
She knew I was about to cum and used all her strength to lift her neck, veins popping out, looking incredibly sexy.
She pressed her tear-stained face against the pillow and said, "I feel it... come on... hurry up and release it!"
"I... I can't take it anymore," Catherine gasped.
"Don't rush, babe," I whispered, trying to keep control. "Let me fuck you a little longer. Tell me, do you like it when I fuck you like this?"
"Yes," she blushed, her voice barely a whisper. "Every day I was away on business, I thought about you, dreamed of being with you like this."
"What kind of dreams? Wet dreams?" I smirked, leaning over her, whispering in her ear.
Catherine hesitated for a moment, but then bravely responded, "Yes... I fantasized about you every day."
"What were we doing in the dreams?"
"Doing what we're doing now."
"What are we doing now?"
"Making love," Catherine replied, her face flushed with a deep blush as she understood my intentions.
"So in your dreams, what positions did we use?"
"Those you used in my villa."
"You miss those positions, don't you?" I said, nibbling on her earlobe.
Her earlobe trembled, her voice shaking. "I didn't say that."
"Then why would you dream about it at night? How about this, tomorrow night, let's revisit all the positions we used before, okay?"
Catherine was too embarrassed to respond, starting to act coy.
She buried her face in her arms, pressing her cheek against the pillow, her voice muffled.
"Are you going to cum or not! Hurry up and release it... please," she begged.
My cock had been holding back for a long time, and I finally couldn't suppress the desire to cum.
"Okay, okay, I'll cum for you." I pulled out my cock, pressing it against her lower back.
I relaxed, the tip of my cock opened, and thick, milky white semen shot onto her lower back.
Her whole body seemed very sensitive. As my hot cum hit her back, she trembled uncontrollably.
Catherine climaxed along with my ejaculation.
A small amount of cum sprayed from her pussy, wetting the sheets.
I pulled back the covers, and in the cool moonlight, I could see the glistening evidence of our passion.
With such wet sheets, even though the windows were open for ventilation, they couldn't dry quickly, let alone sleep on them.
Catherine, exhausted, rolled over, feeling something off under her butt, and rolled around on the bed.
She ended up on the other side of the pillow, bending down to look at the sticky spot on the sheets.
"Look at what you've done, now what, where do we sleep?" She looked at me with a hint of anger in her eyes, but more bashfulness.
After all, the sheets were mostly soaked with her cum!
I stood by the bed, hands on hips, eyes scanning around, locking onto the sofa.