S*x Toy Designer (1v1) - Chapter 8
The man showed no restraint, thr*sting deeply to her core. Each time he hit her deepest point, Chi Zaozao clenched her v*gina tightly, whimpering.
He found a rhythm, his thin lips curling into a smirk. He controlled his c*ck, lingering at her entrance, brushing her inner folds briefly before pulling back.
Chi Zaozao let out a soft whimper, her body inching closer, instinctively craving to engulf his thick member. “Faster…”
“Hmm?” He pulled out warningly, leaving only the tip inside her p*ssy.
A wave of emptiness hit her. She frowned, dissatisfied, her hands gripping his shoulders.
“Please…”
“Call me Master,” he instructed, easing his c*ck in slightly, then continuing, “And how should you be asking?”
“Please… Master… thr*st hard into your slave…” Her empty p*ssy pulsed like a needy mouth. His member was still three-quarters uninserted, teasing her as she shifted closer.
He smirked, pushing in further, hitting the folds inside her p*ssy. She cried out, “Ah!” He chuckled, pressing her G-spot with deliberate cruelty.
“Ah… faster… please…” Tormented, she pleaded, her brows furrowed.
His lips claimed hers, whispering against her ear, “Your Master hears your pleas. Now… let me show you what fast feels like.”
With that, he lifted her body. Startled by the sudden force, she clung to him, letting out a cry.
Her body settled firmly on his lap as he leaned against the bed, watching her panic with amusement.
He gestured to his c*ck, now withdrawn, glistening with her ar*usal fluid. “Ride it.”
She swallowed hard. Even without full penetration, he had reached her deepest point. If he went further…
He gave her no time to think, lifting her hips with one hand to align with her p*ssy hole, the other guiding his c*ck, inching inside.
“Mmm…” The thick member pressed tightly against her inner walls. She tilted her head back, m*aning softly.
He paused, looking at her. “Your turn.”
Her face flushed crimson. Bracing her hands on his shoulders, she moved tentatively at first, but dissatisfaction spurred her. Glancing at his smug expression, she gritted her teeth and quickened her pace.
His hands weren’t idle, alternating between smacking her whip-marked back and tracing the welts sensually.
“Ah…” She relentlessly stimulated her G-spot, even reaching her A-spot perfectly.
He smirked faintly, joining her rhythm.
Their bodies moved in sync, one rising, the other falling, filling the room with an intimate haze.
“Mmm… ah!” She tightened her walls, and he paused briefly.
As they clim*xed together, both panted softly. Chi Zaozao collapsed onto him.
No toy had ever given her such intense pleasure. Inspiration sparked, but with him still there, she didn’t dare act on it.
“Shower?” he asked, holding her, a faint smile on his lips.
She nodded weakly. As she stood, her legs buckled. He caught her, chuckling playfully. “Still want to kneel?”
She shot him a glare, opened her bag, and pulled out emergency contraceptive pills.
But he snatched a pink-packaged box from her bag.
Startled, she saw the dildo-shaped toy illustrated on it. She’d forgotten she’d packed the toy from work that morning!