Gradually, I increased the force and speed of my thrusts.
The sounds coming from her pussy grew louder, and I could feel the wetness hitting my scrotum, like a gentle rain shower.
It was both gentle and exhilarating.
As I picked up the pace, the flow of vaginal discharge increased, almost like a heavy downpour.
Her pussy became slicker, causing my cock to slip out a few times, almost missing reentry.
Suddenly, her pussy tightened fiercely, gripping my cock like never before, creating an intense and suffocating sensation.
I felt like my cock was about to suffocate inside her.
"Ah...ah...ah..." Scarlett moaned loudly, her voice echoing through the spacious room with a seductive tone.
The sound reverberated in my ears, pounding like a drum in my chest, stirring up excitement.
Finally, I had my beloved woman!
Finally, I brought Scarlett to climax!
The more I thought about it, the more excited my cock became, swelling even harder inside her rapidly contracting pussy.
Like a freshly forged steel rod, thrusting rapidly inside her as if to melt her pussy.
"Ah...slow down! Ah...I can't take it anymore...stop...please, my love...stop..."
"Let me go for the night...please..."
Scarlett trembled as she pleaded with me, her words coming out in gasps.
But of course, my answer was no, not at all.
From the moment she appeared in front of me in lingerie, this night was destined to be extraordinary.
Even if Scarlett didn't want to make love all night, this wild sexual encounter was under my control.
I suppressed the urge to ejaculate and continued to thrust rapidly in and out of her pussy.
The vaginal discharge in her pussy flowed like a waterfall.
Looking down, the discharge had turned into a creamy mess from the impact of my cock.
Each time I pulled out, the creamy mess clung to my cock, thick and delicious like yogurt.
Scarlett's hands went from caressing my back to gripping it tightly, her mouth against my shoulder.
Whenever I thrust forcefully, Scarlett would uncontrollably bite my shoulder.
Soon, my shoulder was covered in her saliva and bite marks, but I felt nothing but pride.
It was like a badge of honor on my body.
After nearly half an hour, Scarlett reached climax again.
Her pussy contracted even more intensely, like a sponge soaked with water.
The time it took to retract was longer than to release.
I endured the strong suction and thrust forcefully a couple of times, feeling like my cock was blocked by two boulders and unable to penetrate.
There was a strong suction in front of the urethral opening, as if trying to suck out the semen.
Finally, after two more forceful thrusts, I reached my limit.
A surge of semen shot out like a water gun, hitting her uterus directly.
As my cock gradually softened, I pulled out abruptly.
Scarlett's pussy deflated like a balloon, with semen and discharge flowing out rapidly, dripping onto the bed.
Unable to withstand the consecutive climaxes and sudden emptiness, she curled up, trembling.
"Ah...ah...ah...ah...that was amazing...so good..."
Curled up on the bed, she breathed heavily, her delicate body moving rapidly.
From my perspective, her pussy was so swollen from our encounter that it couldn't close properly, with discharge and semen hanging from the vaginal opening.
Every exhale caused a mixture of fluids to flow out of her pussy.
I felt a sense of pride just from looking at her.
But more than that, I felt a pang of guilt.
Scarlett had never experienced such intense lovemaking before, and her pussy was still very tender and delicate.
Now, beneath me, her pussy was still delicate, but the sides of her labia were red and swollen from my scrotum.
Having been intimate with many women, I knew how painful swelling could be.
I took some tissues and gently wiped her pussy.
As soon as the tissue touched her, her pussy quivered sensitively.
Scarlett moaned softly in response.
"Be patient, I'll take you to clean up."
It took over ten tissues to clean her up.
Scarlett was still lost in the aftermath of her climax, even as I held her in my arms, she continued to tremble.
I cradled her like a fragile doll, carrying her to the bathroom without letting her go.
By the bathtub, I ran the water, and grabbed a towel and shower gel, all while holding Scarlett in my arms.
She remained obedient, snuggled against my chest, listening to the strong beat of my heart.
My heartbeat seemed to provide her with a sense of security.
When I finally set her down, I realized she had fallen asleep in my arms.
Her breathing was steady, her cheeks flushed from the climax, looking peaceful in her sleep, like a delicate Barbie doll.
I gently placed her in the water, her head tilting uncontrollably, her shoulders and neck exposed.
She looked so beautiful.
Just looking at her was enticing.
I leaned in to kiss her neck softly, my breath tickling her, causing her to unconsciously scratch.
Her soft fingertips brushed against my cheek, a fragrant scent entering my nostrils, like the scent of flowers in the spring breeze.
Just the smell was intoxicating, making me want to suck on her fingers.
The image of Scarlett struggling to handle my large cock suddenly flashed in my mind.
Her gentle strokes up and down, the unprecedented pleasure she felt, and the lustful gaze she directed at me.
Occasionally, she would use her crimson lips to ask me.
"My love, does it feel good?"
"My love, are you comfortable?"
"Is the intensity satisfactory?"
Just the thought of it was incredibly satisfying!