Chapter 118 Chapter 118

Chapter 118 Chapter 118
I gently pushed him before having a full glass of white wine. "You're drinking it improperly. You should take it from me so you have enough warmth."
I swallowed the contents of the glass and kissed Ismael. His brow furrowed, indicating astonishment. He probably didn't expect me to make him drink wine through my mouth.
I grinned briefly when I felt his tongue penetrate my mouth. His finger gripped my chin, as if to keep me in a position where he could kiss me more.
It's no longer the white wine; rather, it's our saliva mixing inside our wasted mouths. We are kissing as if we have never tasted each other's lips before. Currently, he is not the only one inebriated, as his passionate embraces seem to have a greater impact on me than the alcohol itself.
He was so pushy that even removing my covering felt painful. He didn't let go of my lips, even as he slipped off his robe. He even bites my bottom lip, causing me to gasp in pain as blood drips from it. But I couldn't wipe it off because he'd already tasted everything. He probably didn't notice it.
His kisses proceeded down my body, to my chest and stomach, as he laid me down on the couch. I moan due to the roughness of his kissing technique; the pleasure he imparts is accompanied by agony. It's as if he's sucking my blood and leaving marks.
I'm wearing nothing, just like him. I was taken aback when he grabbed the bottle of wine, spilled it on my body, and instantly licked it.
"Hmmm..." I whispered as I winced from the licking he was performing. I was breathing deeply, but he kept romancing me softly. Is he aware of what he's doing? I can see his powerful figure and can't stop myself from going crazy.
His lips reached down to my wet jewel. I expected him to go, but what he did next startled me even more.
"Ahhh!" I shouted as he raised my lower body and licked my rear hole. "Fuck, Ismael! That's nasty! Why are you doing that—ahhh?" I shrieked in panic. Why is he licking and kissing my butthole?
"The dirtier, the tastier, isn't it?"
I just cursed at whatever he said. I never expected he'd go this far. I feel feeble. I could feel his tongue slipping into my seat, and I couldn't breathe. I cannot believe it.
"Stop this, will you?!" I gave an order, but he ignored it. "That's gross, Ismael! What are you thinking?!"
However, the moment he inserted his finger into my buttocks, the sobs and cries transformed into deep groans and abrasive moans. Fuck. Fuck. How could he do this to me? I'm experiencing an unusual sensation. It is fucking killing me.
"Ahhhh! Stop this, Ismael! I beseech you!" I pleaded but received no response. He continues to conduct his business.
"However, it was your instigation of this," he seductively stated as he ceased kissing me. That was when I assumed there would be no more, but he immediately placed his finger behind me.
"Ismael! Ahhhh!"
The sensation was new. I never imagined I would have such joy. Yes, it aches, but it also makes me want to try new things.
I bit my hand as he inserted another finger. My knees shook as he fingered me. I can hear his fingers squeezing against my flesh. It's unbelievable. How I became satisfied with this disgusting sex.
"Let's try my cock here, my love," he expressed, which worried me. "What?! No! No way, Ismael," I shouted in defiance. What the fuck is he thinking?
"Please?" I looked at him and noticed his begging eyes. What the hell? What has gotten into him?
"While I am able to retain your finger, I may perish there if you're gonna insert the whole thing!" I complain. It's still huge.
"Aren't you curious how it feels?"
I closed my eyes. "Fuck! Alright! Alright! Please be nice, okay? And use a condom!" I merely answered because it appears that he will not stop, even if I protest that I do not want to. I am just afraid. I have never been pierced there.
He smiled and took a condom from the cupboard on the side table. He opened it with his teeth and wore it on his large, veiny manhood. I just closed my eyes and prayed that whatever he did to me wouldn't kill me.
This is also our first time using a condom. I'm not sure how it feels, but it's safer because we're going to have anal sex.
"Don't forget to breathe," he urged, touching my walls with his massive object. It progressively infiltrated me. I just looked up, hanging from the back of the sofa, terrified that he was going to enter another cave.