She spread her legs wide, her pussy on full display, glistening under the bright bathroom lights. The shiny white tiles reflected the scene of her getting fucked.
From where I stood, I had a clear view of my thick shaft sliding in and out of her.
With each thrust, her juices gushed out, soaking my balls and stomach. The wetness trickled down my body, dripping onto the floor and leaving the tiles drenched.
Catherine let out a moan, a mix of pleasure and embarrassment.
Her eyes, like little grapes, were misty and slightly red at the corners, making her look incredibly sexy. I couldn't resist leaning in to plant a gentle kiss on the corner of her eye.
"Sweetheart, look at your pussy, it's dripping wet," I teased.
"Shut up! It's so embarrassing," Catherine blushed, cutting me off.
She turned her face away, too shy to look at the reflective tiles.
But I wanted her to see herself. As she turned her face to the left, I hugged her while turning in the opposite direction, so she could see how she was being fucked.
I shifted angles, giving her a different view of the action.
From the side, all I could see was my thick cock moving in and out of her, glistening with her juices.
Even the lube on the condom had mostly dissolved, mixing with her wetness.
Some of her juices clung to the entrance of her pussy, making it look wet and shiny, beautiful and irresistible.
I couldn't help but press gently on her pussy, each press releasing more of her juices down my cock.
This time, some stray drops wet my stomach, making it slick, while a few persistent droplets slid down my thighs.
Soon, my muscular thighs were streaked with wetness.
Watching Catherine, flushed and breathless from being fucked, made my excitement soar.
I felt my eyes heat up, the corners turning red, as if I had taken an aphrodisiac, my cock swelling inside her.
"Easy... be gentle..." Catherine gripped my hand tightly, her fingers digging into my flesh.
I ignored her words and kept thrusting, the pleasure so intense.
"So good... so damn good..." I sighed as I kept going.
At that moment, Catherine reached her climax, a flood of juices squeezing out of her, flowing down my cock, dripping off me from all angles.
"It feels so good..." Catherine moaned.
The next moment, she convulsed, her body arching sharply, shaking in my arms, her pussy contracting wildly.
Soon, I felt my cock tightening, on the verge of release, a tingling sensation spreading through my lower back.
The tip of my cock suddenly relaxed, and a thick stream of cum shot out, filling the condom, overflowing from it.
I quickly lifted Catherine's hips, my semi-erect cock slowly softening, cum dripping down the edge of the condom.
I gently lowered Catherine, her body still weak from the climax.
As soon as her feet touched the ground, she trembled violently, her weight shifting forward, her head almost hitting the tiles if I hadn't reacted quickly.
I held Catherine tightly in my arms, using one hand to remove the condom from my cock and casually tossing it aside.
Then, I carried her to the shower area. The water was a perfect mix of warm and cool, just right. I gently washed away the sweat and traces of our lovemaking from her body before carrying her out of the bathroom.
Instead of taking her to bed, I laid her on the couch.
She leaned against the back, her legs weakly hanging over the edge, her knees spread apart by me.
Her plump pussy was exposed again, her swollen red labia still trembling slightly, and her narrow vaginal opening seemed to be breathing.
"Didn't you say that was the last round?" Catherine asked, a hint of confusion and reproach in her voice.
She thought I was planning to fuck her in a different position.
"Yeah, but this time I want to try something new. Just sleep, I won't insert my cock," I reassured her gently.
My voice was soft and soothing, like a lullaby, making her feel hypnotized.
Soon, she fell asleep, completely exhausted.
I smiled, pleased, and moved on to my next plan.
The hotel's air conditioning was strong, and the Häagen-Dazs ice cream had been sitting in the living room for an hour and a half without melting.
There were only slight signs of melting on the surface. I inserted a spoon into it, feeling the crunchy texture.
I scooped out a portion and touched it to Catherine's pussy.
She couldn't handle the sudden stimulation. Her swollen pussy contracted sharply, her legs squeezing together uncontrollably.
Even in her sleep, Catherine let out a soft moan.
I thought she might wake up from the stimulation, but when I looked at her, she was still asleep, her eyes tightly closed, only her long eyelashes trembling.
Her eyebrows were furrowed. I couldn't resist reaching up to smooth them out, causing her to relax completely.
I then turned my attention back to her pussy.
The Häagen-Dazs on her pussy had melted into a pool of water, the scent of white peach ice cream filling the air.
At that moment, Catherine looked like a ripe white peach, and I had only one thought in my mind: to devour her.
I watched her pussy tremble under my touch, her swollen labia no longer as hot or swollen as before.
It seemed the ice cream had helped reduce the swelling.
I scooped up another spoonful of white peach Häagen-Dazs and placed it on her pussy, this time focusing on the inside.
My fingertips teased the melting ice cream in circles around the entrance of her pussy.
The melted white peach ice cream flowed into her vagina, mixing with her juices.
But there was still a slight difference in color between the ice cream and her natural wetness.