Quick Transmigration: The Journey of Meat Eating C96

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Chapter 96

“Mmm… mmm… ahh…”

After the initial stretching pain, the continuous thrusting of the man’s meat stick gradually awakened a tingling pleasure within Margaret’s flower-cave. Her body still felt uncomfortable, but the discomfort was no longer as unbearable as before. In fact, her small feet hooked around Alex’s broad back, and her little ass unconsciously moved to meet his thrusts, bringing their bodies closer and closer together.

As Alex thrust his narrow hips, he carefully observed her expression. Seeing the blush spreading across her pale face, which was still slightly ashen from the pain, he couldn’t help but feel a secret sense of satisfaction. It seemed his diligent practice of his bedchamber skills was paying off.

His thrusts were no longer as fierce as before, nor was his meat stick simply driving straight in and out. Sometimes he would thrust nine shallowly and one deeply, the shaft grinding against every inch of the tender flesh inside her flower-walls. Other times, he would thrust three times to the left and three to the right, his meat stick-head constantly changing direction within her jade-path. With her pitifully little experience in making love, how could she possibly be a match for Alex? Not long, her love-juices were flowing freely, and her eyes grew hazy with pleasure.

Suddenly, Alex felt his meat stick head strike a spot of exceptionally soft flesh. He raised an eyebrow, leaned down, and whispered in the girl’s ear, “Does it feel good, Lily?”

“Mmm… ah…” Margaret was too overwhelmed by his thrusts to speak. Besides, how could she possibly answer such a shameful question? She could only whimper softly, “I… I don’t know…”

“It’s okay,” Alex murmured, his voice low as he sucked on her earlobe. “You’ll find out soon enough.” With that, he arched his back and thrust his hips forward, driving his meat stick hard and directly into that soft spot.

“Ah!—” An indescribable, agonizingly sweet pleasure surged through her. Under the man’s fast and fierce thrusts, She broke down and cried out, “Ah… no, don’t hit there… It’s too much… Alex, please… it’s so strange, please spare me…”

The sound of Margaret’s moaning pleas drove Alex wild, his eyes turning bloodshot with lust. Instead of relenting, he accelerated his thrusts, fucking her with such savage speed it felt as if he would tear her apart. His massive, engorged meat stick withdrew completely before plunging back in, sending spurts of love juice flying all over the place. The junction of their bodies had long since become a muddy, lubricated mess.

The moaning pleas for mercy fueled Alex’s lust, his eyes turning red. He didn’t let Margaret go; instead, his thrusts became faster and faster, as if he wanted to tear her cunt apart. His massive, monstrous, meat stick was pulled out and thrust in again, her juices splattering everywhere. By now, their joined bodies were a muddy mess. The girl could only pitifully clutch her vulva, enduring the man’s repeated thrusts, his testicles slapping hardly, staining her with sticky, silvery fluid 

In this relentless, storm-like fucking, no amount of pain could distract Margaret’s mind anymore. Her legs rested limply on Alex’s shoulders, her small feet tensing with pleasure one moment and twitching with the body’s spasms the next. The moans from her small mouth grew weaker and weaker, and saliva uncontrollably dripped from the corner of her lips, only to be licked clean by the man’s scorching tongue.

“Does it feel good, Lily?” Alex asked, thrusting his massive meat stick head deep into Margaret’s cervix, forcing it open. The tender flesh of her womb clamped down on his shaft, sucking at it like a starving animal. He fought the urge to cum, his voice a low, measured rasp against her ear as he repeated the question: “Tell me… does it feel good?”

With every word, his meat stick hammered into her cervix with almost sadistic force. By the time he finished the sentence, the pleasure she had been hoarding erupted. She screamed, her womb gushing torrents of fluid that drenched Alex’s glans. A jolt of electricity shot through his loins, and he finally let go, his thick seed erupting in a massive torrent, filling her womb to the brim.

So hot… too much… Before she slipped into unconsciousness, that was the only thought that remained in Margaret’s blank mind. As for whether it felt good, she no longer had the strength to answer.

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