Chapter 119 Chapter 119

Chapter 119 Chapter 119

"Fuck, so tight," he said, combing his hair with his right hand. I gazed at him with my fingers concealing my eyes. I could see he was struggling to get in because he frowned and bit his lower lip. His body was likewise drenched with sweat. And, like me, he was having difficulty breathing. What was on his mind when he did this?
"H-Hold on." I hung up on him before turning around. In addition, I spread my legs as wide as I spread my posterior with my hand and said, "Ismael, re-enter it."
He grasped my hips and inserted his stiff flesh. I moaned loudly as I felt him fill me. "Ahhhh shit," I mumbled, focusing my two hands on the soft sofa.
Ismael moved gently into me. It wasn't long before I could feel him entirely within me. My insides are twitching in time with his thing throbbing my dirty walls. I cannot believe we are doing this.
He began to thrust in a smoother motion, ensuring that every region was hit in the correct position. I was crying with joy because I was so pleased with how he accomplished it. I can't help but move my hips in time with him. This is ridiculous. And I have the impression that my other property is equally moist, as if jealous.
I paused when I felt Ismael's touch there. I almost collapsed on the sofa from weakness and astonishment. I can feel my holes being filled. His cock is in my ass, and his fingers are now in my dampness. I am feeling euphoric about to burst into tears due to the euphoric effects of his movements.
"Ahhhh! Hurry up, Ismael! Faster! Get it deeper!" I begged. I know I'm not so drunk because my alcohol intolerance is greater than normal, but why do I feel so high? Is this due to what we are doing? I'm getting screwed in a different place. I'm getting lost in my nuts.
"Are you close?" he inquired.
"Yes! I am fucking close, Ismael! Just keep doing it! Ahh!"
Before he caught me and caused another explosion inside of me, I felt my fluid rush outside my entire damn body. Ismael kissed my back and caressed my upper torso. "Damn, that was good," I exclaimed.
"It was," he said, holding my chin and grabbing a passionate kiss from me. Subsequently, he resumed rowing into me while pinching my rigid nipples and pressing his rough hands against my breasts. "It was good, Jothea," he said before bringing out the condom from his animal. Oh, I feared it wouldn't fit within me. I was about to die.
"Let's go to bed," he said before scooping me up.
"Aren't we done?" I asked softly. He softly placed me on the lovely bed. "No, something is still waiting for me."
I was startled as he slid his hand over my damp pants. "You're such a perverted maniac, Ismael," I mumbled, and I moaned again when his fingers entered me.
"Call me whatever, but I will let you finish one last time."
I giggled and closed my eyes, enjoying the pleasure he was giving me with his finger. "You are simply using me as a reason. You just wanted to do it again, Ismael," I mumbled.
"Why? Are you not the same? Look, you're dripping wet and want more."
When he positioned himself in front of me, I couldn't help but notice. It entered me fast, possibly because I was already wet. It was so slippery that I could hear both of us colliding. I was so euphoric that I blinked, and it was dawn.
I stood up and instantly felt agony in the back of my body, particularly in the lower region. When it stung, I gripped my head tightly. Yeah, I recall drinking white wine last night, but what the heck happened next?
I flinched as something chilly brushed my cheek. I awoke to see Ismael pouring me a hangover cocktail. "Drink this."
I nodded, then reached for the bottle and drank it. I grimaced as he caressed me, as if to examine my physique. "It appears I did a lot last night. I am sorry." He touched the areas designated by his lips.
"That's okay. The ache in my body suggests that we both had a good time."
He caressed my face. "How was your—" He cleared his throat, and I noticed him flush his cheeks. "How was your butthole?"
I pursed my lips as I suddenly remembered what had happened the night before. He pierced my back! What an asshole! But, hey, I authorized him, so I have no excuse to complain. "Just a bit in pain."
"Lie back. I'll apply some ointment. He forced me back into bed. I flinched, embarrassed. "No way! I can do it myself! Do not touch me! I know what you're planning! You're starting something again!" I yelled, but he laughed at me.
"I promise, I won't do anything unless you say so. Come on, let me do this to you, at least to make up for what I did to you last night." He removed the blanket that I had been using to conceal my nude body. "I said, I don't want to!"
He continued to laugh. "Still stubborn as always," he commented "Come on. Do not be shy; you will marry me."
"Even so! It's still unfortunate that you'll be the one to put it! Let me just do it myself!"
"How do you put it on yourself? Tell me." He had a point, so all I could do was let him apply the ointment to that region of my body.
Speaking of getting married, I remembered the promise ring he gave me. I bet it is still there in my house because I removed it from my finger. I still haven't retrieved it, and neither has my cat, Mael. I truly am a worthless creature.
"Ismael..." I called him.
"Hmm?" he asked, continuing to rub the ointment into my back.
"I want to go home," I replied, causing him to halt.
"What do you mean?"