NovelEnglishChapter 875: The woman's response grew more fervent, prompting him to place his hand over her mouth to stifle her expressions of pleasure. Instead, she teasingly sucked on his finger, skillfully twirling her tongue around it.
A tremor ran through him as he imagined what other delights her tongue might explore, overwhelmed by the thought.
The sensation of her tongue on his finger consumed him, and he found himself irresistibly twirling it inside her mouth, inching closer to her throat.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHis other hand caressed her cheek, feeling the warmth of her blush, as he vividly imagined a blushing Carrie. Despite the confusion, Kristopher struggled to visualize Aliza's features. Carrie's image stubbornly dominated his thoughts.
He becaware that her desire was unmistakably evident.
Reluctantly, he removed his hand from her mouth and sat up. The thought of seeing Aliza's face brought a sense of resistance. Impulsively, he turned her onto her stomach instead of facing her.
Not wanting to see the face before him and driven by the mental image of Carrie, his excitement only deepened. He gently spanked her, positioning her legs to kneel before entering her.
As his movements grew faster, his hands roamed to caress her breasts, each one held in his hand.
Her moans increased, syncing with his rhythm, eventually transforming into pained pleas. "No, don't." Kristopher's brow furrowed. He silenced her by gently holding her tongue, muffling the sounds of protest.
Fresh content available now galηovsMuffled moans escaped Carrie as her body trembled under his touch.
A profound warmth washed over Kristopher, causing him to consider stopping.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBut as Carrie's body convulsed, he was swept up in the intensity of her climax, and the wave of pleasure it brought compelled him to continue, matching his rhythm to her fervent reactions.
In room 1009, Aliza sat up on the large bed, her body marked with the evidence of what had transpired. Her flushed skin hadn't yet cooled, but the fire in her eyes had shifted-rage replacing desire.
The two men beside her, still panting from the effects of the drug, had barely begun to recover when they turned on the light and saw her. Not Carrie. Aliza.
They scrambled off the bed in horror, hastily grabbing their clothes.
The older man, his face drenched in cold sweat, bowed his head, stammering, "M-Miss Herrera, this 3. "M-Miss isn't our fault. We took the drug just as you told us to! We were out of our minds! You... you cin, and we didn't know it was you!"
The truth was, when Aliza had reached the doorway, the drug had already taken hold of them them e second they heard movement, their primal instincts had kicked in. They hadn't waited for her to enter; they had dragged her inside.
In their haze, they hadn't registered who was beneath them- -only that she was there: Atiza's crie's had sounded no different from moans of pleasure in their fevered ears. The younger man, still flushed from arousal, stole a lingering glance at her body, making Aliza's stomach churn.
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