Chapter 141 Drunk Ida

Ida lay on the bed, her body trembling slightly, her booty and legs swaying with Paul's thrusting rhythm.

"Mr. Parker, your fingers are so damn good, teasing me just right. I feel amazing! Keep going deeper, ah," Ida groaned, already worked up just from Paul's touch.

Paul felt his fingers getting wetter, indicating that Ida's body had secreted enough fluids.

At the same time, Carol suddenly let out a scream, her body trembling, her back arching upwards continuously.

Paul felt Carol's vagin like an open floodgate, waves of wetness crashing against his glans.

"Ida, get ready, Carol has already orgasmed," Paul reminded, and Ida immediately excitedly twisted her booty.

"No, I can keep going. Don't stop, Paul—keep this going," Carol begged, grabbing his wrist.

Ida pulled Carol's hand away with a frown, pouting, "You've had your turn, now it's mine." When Paul pulled out, she quickly scooted her hips closer.

Paul grabbed his penis, rubbed the glans on Ida's labia, which were very smooth without pubic hair.

Paul slowly pushed open the gap between the labia with his glans, then slowly inserted his penis.

"Ida, your vagina is so tight. When's the last time you got laid?" Paul groaned, his breath hitching. He'd never been with a virgin, but he imagined this was what it must feel like.

"Since becoming Katelyn's subordinate, I haven't had sex with a man. That crazy woman treats me like a cow." Mentioning Katelyn, Ida's words were clearly full of dissatisfaction.

Paul slowly thrust his penis in and out of Ida's vagina, feeling the tight and smooth texture inside and the rhythmic pulsing around him.

"So tight, so good," Paul groaned, feeling like Ida's vagina was sucking his penis like a vacuum cleaner.

The thick glans dragged along Ida's walls, pulling out her wetness, which dripped down his shaft, onto his balls, and finally onto the sheets.

"Paul, speed up, let me enjoy it," Ida urged, her hand tapping his thigh.

Paul would of course fulfill Ida's wish, supporting her booty to quickly thrust his penis in and out of her vagina.

Paul's lower abdomen kept hitting Ida's booty, the muscles on her booty trembling constantly. The room was filled with sounds resembling applause and the sound of water when the penis thrust in and out.

"So good, so good, just like this, ah, I haven't enjoyed this in a long time, it's amazing, keep going." Ida's voice was louder than Carol's—she had been holding back for a long time.

Ida could finally release the long pent-up sexual desire in her during intercourse with Paul.

At this moment, Carol also crawled over, unhappily patting Ida's booty, asking Paul, "Paul, when is it my turn?"

Ida unhappily pushed Carol away. "Damn woman, stay away from me, I'm enjoying myself now, no one can stop me, not even Katelyn."

Paul looked at the fierce Ida in surprise.

'Is it because of the alcohol? The normal Ida would never dare to say such things to Carol.' Paul had a new understanding of the drunk Ida.

Carol wasn't thrilled either. Paul was supposed to be her guy, but now she had to share him with Ida.

Feeling upset, Carol decided to punish Ida, so she lay down.

Ida's ample breasts hung in the air, swaying with Paul's thrusts.

Carol took one of Ida's nipples in her mouth, while her hand moved towards Ida's lower body, quickly finding a sensitive spot, the pea-sized clitoris, which Carol's fingers teased.

"So ticklish, damn Carol, don't touch me there, ah." Ida wanted to push Carol away, but the stimulation of the sensitive area made her body very weak. Instead of pushing Carol away, her body trembled even more violently.

"Please, Carol, don't touch me anymore, if you continue like this, I will reach orgasm faster than you," Ida groaned, pleading.

At the same time, Paul also felt a stronger suction from deep inside Ida's vagina than before. He had a feeling that Ida was really about to orgasm.