Her gaze softens. With a blink, it was as if I saw her pupils as hearts for a moment. Heat must be getting to me; I'm seeing things.
"Okay..." Natasha'd whisper, maternal, comforting, and ever so inviting. "Then please, show me how thorough you can be..."
Another chain severs from within, filling me with much-needed vigor and amplifying my desire to perform. To satisfy the gaze before me.
My throbbing log slides into her gooey and slimy embrace once again. Sliding my arms under her breasts, looping around her back, and clutching around her shoulders, I firmly lock her in place to ready my hips.
I'm trying something I've only seen in the manhua I've read and studied, so we'll see how well this works, judging by her reaction.
"U-ugh...! Ngh! S-so rough...!" Her moans turn from sweet to guttural. I pivot my hips to swing like a pendulum from above, slamming my dick into her deepest part in strong, tectonic movements. Plaps echo against the pliable curves of our bodies as a fast orgasm builds within me.
"Huff...! Hhh...!" These movements are as stimulating as they are tiring, only possible because of how long my dick is. Dare I say that I can only do this because of my athletic prowess...
"I-I'm c-close, baby... let's...!" Natasha pulls my face close for a kiss that ties our tongues together in sloppy matrimony. I feel so numb, but my face tingles whenever we make braids inside each other's mouths. There's only pleasure to chase, a fire to douse, a hunger to satiate, and a thirst to quench.
"Together...! Together...!" I say, repeating again to tell myself when. Her insides start to clench around my dick, giving it another snug, tight hug. Her arms wreath across my neck, framing her already flattened breasts into my pecs. Our nipples rub against each other, sending shivers down my spine alongside a revelation.
My nipples have a noticeable amount of sensitivity on them.
"Oh, oh gosh, J-Jona...! Hnn, ngh, mnf...! So close...! I'm so close...! Baby, please!" Natasha's honeyed goading drowns my ears with fuel. As if trying to inhumanely penetrate her, my hips continue to smash with wild inaccuracy, leveraging my thickness to kiss her cervix regardless of angle; half-knowing that her subtle, clenching bursts means I hit a sweet spot.
Higher, higher, higher, up to the apex of pleasure we both climb like an elevator without a safety stop. The sounds of her wet, slimy snatch amplifies everything. A constant reminder that she seduced me under these sheets.
"Jona- Jona- Jona- I'm cu- uuuughrgh- mmiiiiiing!!!" Sparks reach my head as an unfathomable pressure surges across my entire penis, blurring my vision as I catch Natasha's face completely messed up from pleasure. Warm liquid surges through the iotas of space within her river-like cavern.
She's going to flatten my dick for real this time...!
"Ngh...! M-Me too...! Take it all, Natasha!!!" As her dam breaks, so does mine. Our liquids fight in waves, crashing against each other like two bodies of water colliding. I can feel her stomach bulge even more than my dick could do; signifying my victory, my conquest of inlaying her womb with my seed.
I pushed my dick so deep it feelt like I gained an extra inch. Her cervix made out with the tip so much the illusion of penetrating into her womb was very convincing.
In the afterglow of orgasm, I roll to the side of the bed, face flat onto a spare head pillow. I can hear her heavy breathing as the movements of the mattress communicate her worn legs flopping back down on it.
"Haaaah... haaaah... Are you trying to impress me... baby Jona?" Her strained voice wheezes.
I turn my head to the side and face her. "Just keeping my word, ma'am..." When I try to speak, my lungs gasp for air.
She smiles at me. "Being this reliable brings more trouble than its worth, you know?"
Somehow that feels both like a compliment and an insult. I just can't explain how.
She turns her head to the opposite side, "Glad to know we can use that bathroom right there to clean up..." she starts, chuckling with a sense of fulfillment. "I'm a mother of two but I still got it, huh?" Natasha whispers to herself.
"There's... a bathroom in each of these rooms...?" I bring up, using my wobbly arms to push my upper half up to sit down, leaning against the wall this bed is prompt against. I follow her gaze, lo and behold, there is indeed a bathroom with a classy white... bathroom... door. I don't know what I expected.
An idea pops into my head. A devious one. She'll definitely pick up on this. My dry mouth opens to hesitate, but in the end, words come spilling out of my mouth.
If she declines, she declines. Just have to ask.
"Do you, uh, want to wash up together...?"