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Chapter 101
The man’s voice was hoarse and deep, possessing an almost bewitching, magical quality. Too shy to speak, Margaret—guided by Alex—undid his trousers, revealing his steaming, thick member. The moment her small hand brushed against it, she flinched as if burned. Alex pressed down on the back of her hand, directing her fingers to wrap around the massive glans. “Touch it, my dear.”
The young woman obediently moved her fingers; the soft, warm sensation drew a deep, ragged sigh from Alex. “Yes, just like that… touch that part too… mmm… and stroke the testicles…” His low, strained murmurs carried a raw, animalistic sensuality. The mere sound of his voice caused her intimate opening to weep, releasing a trickle of slick, lustful fluid that soon dampened the inner side of Alex’s thighs. Such teasing, superficial caresses were far from enough to satisfy him; as he guided his young wife’s hand to stroke him, his own desire burned ever more intensely.
Margaret, too, found herself in a state of exquisite torment. An irrepressible itch deep within her core made her instinctively press her legs together, rubbing them against the man’s groin. Her entire body burned, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and her delicate, closed folds twitched rhythmically. Sensing Alex thrust his hips forward to part those petals, she lifted her hips ever so slightly, allowing his massive glans to slide into her opening—accompanied by the wet, squelching sounds of their intimate union. “Mmm…” Although the man’s movements were gentle, his member—exceptionally thick—still caused Margaret some discomfort. She tried her best to relax, her body rising and falling rhythmically with Alex’s thrusts. The sensation of her tender flesh being rubbed felt strange, yet it brought her an overwhelming sense of pleasure.
Noticing that his wife was both more compliant and bolder than the last time, Alex felt a surge of satisfaction. Nibbling on the tip of her breast, he asked in a husky voice, “How does it feel, Lily?”
“Ah—mm—it feels so… full…” the young woman gasped. She was completely unaware of how seductive her own voice sounded—sweet and cloying, as if it were dripping with nectar.
“Only ‘full’?” Alex raised an eyebrow, pushing his meat stick deeper into her passage. Clearly dissatisfied with her answer, he shifted the angle of his glans, pressing firmly against the most sensitive spot deep within her. As soft, delicate moans escaped her lips, Alex responded by intensifying the friction of his thrusts.
Unable to withstand such treatment, Margaret could only wrap her soft arms around Alex’s neck, pressing herself against his chest. With a pitiful, kitten-like plea, she begged, “Don’t—stop pushing… Alex, I… ah… please… I’m begging you… mm-ah…”
“What did you call me?” It was evident that Alex was also displeased with how his young wife addressed him. Not only did he grind his meat stick more forcefully against her, but he also reached between her legs, beginning to knead her swollen, reddened clitoris. “Mm… Al.., Al…..” Margaret quickly corrected herself, trying to use her hands to stop Alex’s teasing, but he caught them in his grip and brought them to his lips, licking and kissing her fingers.
At this moment, the head of his meat stick was pressed firmly against the core of her flower. Because his member was so thick and long, a portion of the shaft remained outside the opening—a stark, raw, crimson contrast against the smooth, pale, and flushed pink of her skin. Sensing that Alex had ceased his thrusting, the young woman tilted her face upward; her hazy eyes were clouded with a misty, longing sheen. “Al…”
“Want me to move?” Alex released her hands and, exerting strength through his arms, lifted her rounded, perky bottom. “My sweet girl…” A smile played on his lips—one that blended raw desire with a touch of playful mischief. “I can’t thrust too hard, so… you take the lead.”
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