Chapter 35: She Spat in my Mouth (R-18)
"Ahh... ahh..." Sara moaned, her voice spilling out shaky and loud as she rolled her hips, my dick buried deep inside her, the heat of her pussy gripping me tight. The bed creaked under us, the dim lights of brothel overhead swaying faintly, casting shadows that danced across her flushed skin.
"Aahgghrh..." I groaned back, the sound ripping out of me, raw and low, her slick pussy walls squeezing my hardness, sending jolts through my whole body.
My hands shot to her ass—firm, warm under my grip—and I grabbed hold, guiding her movements, pulling her down harder as she rocked her pussy against my dick.
The air in the room was thick, heavy with sweat and her sharp perfume, the muffled thump of the brothel's music barely audible through the walls.
"Ahhh... so good... ahh..." she gasped, her face tilting up, eyes half-shut as she rode my dick, her hands splaying flat on my chest, nails digging into my skin. Her dark hair spilled wild over her shoulders, framing her as she moved, lost in it.
"Ahhrghh..." I groaned again, my breath ragged, my hips bucking up to meet her rhythm, the heat building fast.
Her boobs jiggled with every thrust—full, bare, bouncing up and down in the dim light, hypnotic and impossible to ignore.
My hands slid up from her ass, drawn to them, and I groped both of her boobs, squeezing hard. They felt soft, big, familiar—like Aeri's—and the thought hit me sharp, twisting something in my gut even as my fingers sank into her flesh.
"Ahhh... huhh..." she moaned, her voice turning frantic, high-pitched as she looked down at me, catching my hands on her. Her smirk flickered back, sly and taunting, her eyes glinting through the haze.