ตอนนี้ปรับคำว่า "sensitive" ที่ซ้ำบ่อยในเสียงครางของบิวแล้วค่ะ เปลี่ยนเป็นคำที่แฝงความเสียวซ่านแบบเดียวกัน แต่หลากหลายและไหลลื่นตามโทนเร่าร้อนมากขึ้น:
Once their bodies sank onto the thick, soft mattress, the mature man wasted no time in beginning his lovemaking—direct and unhesitating. The faint fragrance of Bew's perfume wafted into his nostrils, channeling the desire originally sparked by Prao Napa through his touches on the body before him.
Yet no matter how fiercely aroused he was, Anuwat was in no rush. Every movement, every gaze fixed on Bew, was a slow, powerful release of his pent-up passion. Bew sensed she was merely the vessel for his needs—her graceful form lay submissive, offering no resistance. She was long accustomed to obeying his commands.
His large hands roamed, unfastening her uniform piece by piece—but not removing it entirely. Anuwat deliberately left it half-on; though he'd seen nurse uniforms his entire life, he never tired of making love to a woman still clad in one.
His expert caresses soon ignited desire in Bew as well. His mouth explored—nipping, licking, sucking—while his hands kneaded, sometimes firm, sometimes gentle, like a master at arousing a woman.
"Ahh..." Bew moaned softly as his tongue traced the valley between her breasts.
Slurp... slurp... slurp...
The renowned private-hospital director devoured her full, firm breasts, all the while fantasizing about Prao Napa's body. How intoxicating would those perfect breasts be? How wildly would they drive him mad?
But suddenly the image shifted—Dr. Teerapat, the young husband, embracing that exquisite form. Irritation surged in Anuwat; he vented it on Bew's writhing body. That damn doctor probably enjoys her every night.
His mouth trailed lower to her flat, toned abdomen, tense with shivers, before descending further. Ignoring propriety, he positioned his face at her mound of Venus. Strong hands pushed her smooth, rounded thighs apart until her knees nearly touched the sheets. Bew flushed hot all over as her benefactor grew increasingly rough.
"Ahh... sss..."
She cried out the instant his rough, slick tongue struck her slit, sweeping side to side. Her nectar flowed immediately. Anuwat dragged upward to her sensitive pearl, pressing and grinding until the near-twenty-five-year-old nurse jerked sharply.
Her hands clutched and pulled at his hair without restraint—she knew he wanted her to show passion, and she didn't need to fake it. His skilled oral pleasure nearly overwhelmed her.
"Ahh... sss... Director... it's too much..."
Bew's moans spurred Anuwat to quicken his tongue. Her beautiful thighs tried to close from the overwhelming sensation, but he forced them wider, pushing them forward so her mound rose higher to meet his mouth. More slickness coated him; he sucked noisily—slurp... slurp... slurp...
Overwhelming pleasure surged through her. Bew's heart pounded wildly; mouth agape, eyes fluttering shut, head thrown back on the bed—she moaned in pure ecstasy.
"Ahhh... I... I can't take it anymore..."
At her confession, Anuwat pulled away. He swiftly shed his trousers, freeing his thick, impressively long shaft—far beyond average. It made Bew's heart race every time. She could hardly believe a man his age remained so rigid and enormous, surpassing every younger lover she'd known.
Since he'd supported her years ago, Bew had willingly entered his gilded cage. He covered her tuition, housing, and ensured her career comfort through his influence.
Her sole duty: surrender her body for his pleasure. Early on, it was frequent—several times a month. Lately, only once or twice. Yet she never asked about other women; as long as the financial support continued.
Anuwat never forbade her from dating others, but Bew knew her position allowed no one else—only him.
"Mmm... gentle, please..."
Bew pleaded in a trembling voice as he entered, her body tensing at the overwhelming fullness. Their last encounter had been weeks ago; desire burned, but his size always made her clench.
Anuwat grinned wickedly, watching his thick weapon part her folds until fully sheathed. Her warm, slick walls gripped him deliciously—yet he couldn't help thinking how much more exquisite it would feel with Prao Napa.
"Ah... ah... ohhh... ah... ah..."
Bew's slender body shuddered with each thrust. Anuwat hooked her legs over his arms and drove deep, relentlessly—slap... slap... slap... thud... thud... slap... slap... thud... thud... thud...
He leaned forward, staring at her contorted beautiful face while imagining Prao Napa instead—that refined, ladylike features twisted in pleasure he gave her. How thrilling would that be?
"Sss... it's driving me crazy... ah... ah... ohhhh..."
Bew moaned louder, overcome by surging ecstasy. Anuwat's massive shaft never left her unsatisfied—his fierce skill far superior to past boyfriends who often failed to bring her to climax.
The bed creaked rhythmically—creak... creak... creak...—her rapid breaths mingling with his lustful panting. Despite their decade-plus age gap, they entangled passionately. His heavy hips slammed against her, driving his wrist-thick length deep.
"Ah... ahhh... I... mmm... ohhhh..."
Bew tried to warn she was close, but words failed—her body convulsed. Her inner walls pulsed powerfully around him—squeeze... squeeze... squeeze... Anuwat gritted his teeth, buried to the hilt, gazing down in satisfaction.
He flipped her onto her stomach; her perfect hips rose invitingly. She arched her back, offering herself fully. Anuwat caressed, then squeezed her flesh before slapping hard—smack! Red marks bloomed instantly on pale skin.
Thud... thud... thud... thud... slap... thud... thud... thud... thud... thud... thud... thud...
He pounded relentlessly, reaching her deepest core—stretching her until she felt breathless. Sometimes she curled to lessen the depth, though he knew and drove harder from sadistic pleasure.
"Ah... ah... sss... ah... ahhh... Director... I can't hold it... ah... ahhh..."
Bew's moans filled the bedroom—pleasure laced with pain, a mix she knew well from bedding the director. Sometimes she wondered if she secretly craved such intense, rough passion.
Anuwat drove her to another climax before his final furious thrusts—burying fully and erupting inside her, wave after wave, eyes rolling back in bliss.
Ah... Prao... He fantasized guiltlessly about another man's wife, then collapsed, embracing the soft, heated body of the woman beneath him.
Word of Dr. Prao Napa attending the executive meeting soon reached Dr. Wasan, infuriating him. Jealousy burned—he had more seniority, longer service, yet never received such invitations.
Dr. Wasan instantly knew Director Anuwat was biased—favoring the beautiful female doctor over him. But what could he do? The ENT specialist sat in the doctors' lounge, grinding his teeth in frustrated thought.