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Unexplainable

Katie, without saying a word, untied the knot holding her white halter top together, for the man whom she would be meeting frequently in the near future. Seated at the back, she had all the space to take that grey cardigan off, the one she used to hide the indecency of that revealing, bareback top, and a black, satin skirt so short she couldn’t run in it.

His hands then found their way under her skirt, which moved around her smooth, soft butt in the absence of any underwear, to cup a feel of her insecurity of that inner-nudity. You might call her a ‘plain Jane’, since she seldom went out in dresses, let alone skirts that showed so much of her long legs.

While he was running his hands all over her fair thighs, she had already begin to undo his pants, freeing that monster of a cock she knew all too well about how to relieve it. Following his ‘preferred’ sequence, she put her mouth above it to let some saliva coat the tip, before wrapping those pink lips around his little head.

Sucking very hard at the tip, she repeated that act for as long as it took for him to start trembling. Once she revived that cue, she relaxed her lips and slowly slid them down his shaft, listening to his helpless, masculine groans that signalled his submission to her. In a very weird way, despite the circumstances she was in, Katie found herself getting turned on by his reaction.

To see, or hear, a big, grown man shivering weakly to a small, young woman, gave her the sense of ‘power’. As she bounced her head at a slow pace on his dick, she could tell that he was occupying more space in her mouth. When she went as deep as three-quarter-way down his cock, which was all she could take, he began to make noises that sounded – satisfied.

Somehow, surprisingly or not, he was enjoying those few seconds she buried her face in his groin, with his cock down her constricting throat, immensely. She was at the hand-mouth blowjob part when he finally stopped her, to pull her hips towards the side where he sat at.

Head lying just an inch away from the door, her legs were spread apart for him to shove his face in between, tongue darting hungrily on her clit and everywhere to quench some thirst. Just as she thought he was the only one enjoying all that, she felt herself getting wetter. He managed to hit so many ‘right’ spot(s), so many times that she was getting lightheaded. There was even this urge to hold him down and guide him to where felt best.

Since she wasn’t in the position to control, she had no choice but to let him eat her out to the edge of orgasm, where she suddenly went berserk and directed his head (thus tongue) to that space above her clit – so she could climax.

Right at the time when she was still shaking all over, he brought his cock to that throbbing hole and popped it right in, amplifying the euphoria of that already-too-sensitive clit that was pulsating uncontrollably inside.

Against her wishes, these very phrases, ‘you feel fucking good’, ‘fuck me hard’, and ‘oh yes’, escaped her mouth. That man held nothing back from that point and rammed her pussy sore, splitting her vagina so wholesome-ly. To make every thrust count, he pulled all the way out of her pussy, maintained the same altitude he exited, and plunged that erection back in.

Katie’s mind was kept in an ever-confusing mode, for each time he yanked his cock away, and plunged it right into the deepest spot of her pussy. He repeated fucked her body, and mind, with so much pleasure that she could no longer tell if she disliked it.

That luxurious car barely moved an in on the outside, given how much force and G-force that was happening inside. His cock was completely covered in her juices that her body seemed to have trouble producing the previous time, and her pussy lips were so sore from stretching to its maximum width.

It was of course no need to describe how many times she came, from the unstoppable, inexhaustible stamina of that man. Still, he was barely containing himself, having plowed her so fast and continuously. Every time she came, he fell deeper into the ever-increasing pressure for an explosion he didn’t know what to expect.

After ten minutes of non-stop, violent pounding, he had no choice but to slow down. To his shock, she wrapped her legs around him and jerked her hips upward, swallowing his cock entirely. He was backing up to an upright, seated position when she suddenly pushed herself up, threw her arms around his neck, and slammed her groin at his.

That perspiration-drenched man gave her a grin just as he pulled her back into his chest, closing any remaining space between his cock and her pussy for that eruption that caused an orgasm for her.

Squirting one powerful load after another, he filled her emptiness with so much comfort that the last few thrusts forced some of him to overflow into the seats. Katie was barely breathing when she collapsed atop him, but he was in no better state either.

In that chest-to-chest position, he managed to tie the knot at her back for her, adjusted her skirt, before carrying her off his cock. For that ‘deal’ was done, he had no more business with her and let her out of his car.

After he drove off, that half-conscious girl just stood at that (carpark) spot, feeling globs of cum dribble down her thighs into the slippers she met him in. The next day, she had to call in sick for work due to the soreness she was in, and also the cum that was still appearing on her fingers no matter how much she washed herself the previous night.

Although she hated what she has to do, he seemed to have a way to make it worthwhile for her.

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Wrecked Party

‘KOR! Cindy is here!’

(I shouted my reply) ‘Ok? Why are you telling me that?’

‘Can she come into your room?’

(I lamented) ‘What for?’

My sister’s classmate then let herself into my room and came up behind me, cradling me in her arms to push her breasts hard against my back. Knowing what she was after, I couldn’t seem to forget what happened that night during her birthday party.

It was only a few days back, that I was invited to her (Cindy’s) birthday party, the sort where rich, spoiled millennials organised for their ‘affluent’ friends. It wasn’t until 12pm when I saw the other side of her, along with my sister and their classmates, getting wasted on shots after shots of Grey Goose vodka.

It was safe to assume that I spent more time figuring out how their games worked, than getting my face stuffed with alcohol. By 1am, everyone was either on their backs, or crawling around for some reasons. Cindy, the last to remain on her feet, fumbled a few steps before crashing into the lounge chair I was seated on.

Not only did the two other girls who were still awake catch us, they even cat called her as an encouragement. How else would I be not surprised at how quickly she unzipped her dress, revealing the pair of nipple stickers in place of a bra. The girls were clearly not in the right minds when they saw Cindy shove her boobs in my face, and cheered.

Those stickies were removed and my mouth found its way to her pointy, hard nipples. Unsure if it was the cold or the alcohol, she began moaning to the newfound silence from the two sleepy onlookers. While I used my teeth to nibble on her sensitive peaks, she went to work on my pants, stripping just enough to put her hands over my throbbing cock of steel.

I guessed I had enough when she tried to squat in that tiny seat to ride me, so I carried her to the bed where those two girls were sprawled on. When I dropped her on the bed, her legs had spread wide opened for me, not that I just went ahead with it. Something was clouding my head that night, something that made me put her knees together, raise them to her chest, and then penetrate her.

For a barely-legal girl whom just turned eighteen, she wasn’t shy at all to pry her pussy lips apart for my entry. Just like that, without any other contact with her pussy, I forced my manhood into her womanhood, an agonising inch at a time. Her eyes rolled white before I even started moving my hips, not that it would stop me either.

I held her knees together and thrusted my cock as deep, but as swiftly as I could. She made this long, low groan that her friends giggled at, in between those glances they stole at my cock. As I was standing on the ground when I fucked her, I had full maneuverability to go as fast as I wanted.

Out of nowhere, a fountain spewed juices from her clit, lubricating me up for an even faster tempo. It was almost magical to see her turn into a deranged, sex-overdosed girl from the model student my sister saw her as. My hips were just pumping and pumping, enthusiastic at owning this little, young thing in front of her friends.

When her feet finally fell away from my chest, I leaned over her and humped her towards the centre of the bed. Her friends, weren’t afraid to reach for my balls and cock, caressing them so curiously while I was shagging their friend. I believed one of them had a phone aimed at us at some point, but that jerking, salivating sight in front of me was too hard to resist.

The two girls requested ‘doggystyle’ halfway and I showed them just that, pounding the birthday girl from the rear until she was woke a few more friends, including my sister, up. While she was climaxing non-stop to my deep, hard strokes, I too, was about to reach my limit.

Towards the end, her tightness simply overwhelmed me to the state where I just fell backwards onto my ass, and let one of those girls jerked me off into the air. I couldn’t be more shocked when I looked around the bed and saw more horrified pairs of eyes on mine and Cindy’s bodies, both glowing from that intense sex.

(Cindy whispered) ‘I see that you are hard already?’

‘How can I not be? You’re hitting all the right spots.’

This time, in the privacy of my room, she spun my chair around and began with a slow, sensual blowjob. I returned the favour on my bed, eating her out for as long as she needed to orgasm once in my face.

The rest was pretty much history repeating itself, fucking each other’s brains out in missionary, doggystyle, and finally in her much-desired cowgirl stance. Her two friends too, didn’t miss out on the fun when they ‘joined’ us as onlookers, right next to MY sister.

Those two girls (NOT my sister), would be another story entirely on their own. Tarma, I think, was what a MFF gangbang was called.

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To Tame a Monster

‘Ahhh~’

I opened my mouth for the same white pill I took daily since we have gotten intimate. Being fully aware of my own sexual stamina, it was no secret that I noticed the changes brought upon by the unknown medication. My erection was harder, thicker on some occasions, and definitely longer-lasting.

Shelia had begun jerking me whilst I was on my back, enjoying the effortless foreplay. Although she was texting on her phone for the most part, it was still pleasurable for me.

‘Umm.. Ros is coming over. You won’t mind right?’

‘What is she coming over for?’

‘This. Can?’

‘If you want.. ‘

She flashed me a smile and dived straight for my cock, taking it wholeheartedly into her mouth for a slow, sensual blowjob I couldn’t keep my eyes open for.

It all began one night, on one of our dates. It was a normal day out for us. Dinner, and a late-night movie where our hands spent most of the show in each other’s pants. Our insatiable lust went from the staircase of the cinema, into the cab we took, and right up to floor she lived at.

As far as I understood about our relationship, we never crossed the lines that we didn’t speak about. So, for the past two months we were together, we did nothing more than just petting. In our case, ‘petting’ did include the penetration of my fingers into her.

That night, like any other, we stripped ourselves down to nothing once her bedroom door was shut behind us, for a pleasant, stress-free, act of mutual-masturbation for each other. At one time, we did 69 and she was really milking my cock dry with that skilful tongue of hers. When we were both breathless and more or less, done, she returned to my sight – with that pill.

All she asked for, was for me to trust her, and I unhesitatingly did.

A raging, brain-wrecking hard on then came about, rendering me desperate for some physical contact or whatsoever, still abiding by our unspoken, no-sex, agreement. But when I saw her bent over in doggystyle next to me, my mind needed no more explanation. I got on my knees, rammed my cock into her salivating pussy, and fucked. her. hard.

She never completed any sentence that night, be it asking me to slow down, stop, or when she begged for mercy. My hips were unstoppable, jamming her hole full of my cock over and over again. From how much force I had to exert to push my way into her pussy, I could approximate the time she would climax.

Nonetheless, I drove her crazy AND unconscious that night through endless orgasms. After she fainted a few times in doggystyle, I rolled her over and instantly resumed fucking her in missionary, no matter how hard she tried to push me away.

Simply put it, she was helpless against the life-draining orgasms electrocuting her whole body. That strong wave of energy that was gushing out of me, lasted for a good four hours to daylight. At 6am plus, she had became this lifeless, ragdoll my cock was still thrusting into.

Ultimately, the effects wore off and I could sense the tiredness consuming me. But above it all, was the urge to unload the overwhelming pressure in my balls. After her pussy attained another orgasm that shrunk her vagina by just a little, I collapsed on top of her and let my loin pushed out however much cum I had, right into her.

I remembered cumming and cumming for a long time, each time feeling ‘full’ and ‘rich’. We slept in that position for an unknown length of time, until we woke up to the scent of instant noodles, under a blanket that was placed over us.

Apparently, her mum entered the room at some point in time, failed to wake us up, decided to cook lunch, and even covered our promiscuous bodies up. When she crawled out from underneath, my cum literally poured out of her into the wet sheets she came countless times on.

One thing that I would never forget, was her satisfied, blissful, bedazzled look when she recalled what we did.

(Shelia exclaimed) ‘ROS! I MISSED YOU!’

The girls hugged for a long time, one fully dressed, and the other (Shelia) naked, not that they mind. Ros didn’t waste any time to get naked and into the bed where Shelia was fondling with my dick, which was all to ready to thrust into action.

Before any of them put any of their feminine parts within my reach, they had to form this agreement, for their own safety.

(Shelia to Ros) ‘After any one of us climaxed, we will switch over. Ok?’

Well, I had no say in that. Ros, the first to go under me in missionary, spread her legs wide for my cock to enter her raw. Somehow, that first ‘taste’ of a warm, moist pussy did the trick to tip me over the edge, and unleashed a machine-like pounding into her groin.

My thick cock stretched her pussy sideways and then plugged her deep lengthwise, caressing every inch of her vagina each time I pushed and pulled. Since I was kneeling upright while doing Ros, Shelia climbed over Ros in doggystyle and used the minor bumps of my stomach against her pussy, to help finger herself.

It was almost two-in-one, in terms of efficiency during sex. My cock, thrusting into Ros, my tummy, pushing Shelia’s fingers into herself. The same monster inside me had snuck out to take over my controlled tempo, unleashing hell for the first-timer Ros.

As soon as she received her first orgasm, I pulled Shelia’s waist to my cock and plunged it right into her. Unsure if the girls were making out, there was no other sounds besides the wild moaning sound from them. The whole cycle of alternating between Shelia and Ros went on for a long time, before Ros alerted me to the unconscious state Shelia was in.

Now that it was just Ros and I, we moved out of the bed and had her bent over the bed, in standing doggy. Little would I expect, that she would squirt within the first few seconds of my penetration, wetting the floor with her juices. I couldn’t stop myself then and just fucked her forward, a step at a time.

She was in bed, right over Shelia when another stream of juices came spraying out. Shelia woke up to that unspeakable wetness, but it didn’t take ‘long’ for me to knock her out again. Ros only soiled the floor from then on, followed by violent convulsions that made her just a little less appealing to keep fucking.

I didn’t wait for her to recover before going back to Shelia, whom was more than happy to wake up to my cock thrusting inside her. Ros managed to climb into bed and laid on her side like how Shelia was, facing towards each other’s drowsy expression. With one of their legs raised to their waist levels, I was free to fuck any of them (sideways).

The girls just moaned and made out and massaged clits whenever either of them climaxed. Like the new ‘usual’, three hours later, my body caught up to me and slowed down, to the opposite sensation of wanting-to-blow-my-load.

Since Shelia was mine (and vice versa) to begin with, I slipped my cock into her sleeping state and humped a big, continuous one into her pussy. She was smiling until she stopped, turned her head at me with a shocked look, and pushed me away frantically. That ‘misconception’ I had that I was just firing blanks was proven otherwise, when thick, white cum leaked out of her.

Still squirting aimlessly over their legs, the grin Shelia had was so suspicious, while she tucked my cock into Ros. Seconds later, Ros jumped out of bed with her hands over her pussy, displaying a constipated look before she sighed loudly.

Huge amounts of cum waterfall-ed out of her into the mess she made, and she then slumped onto the bed.

(Ros uttered worryingly) ‘fuck.. shit.. ‘

Of course, things wouldn’t go that south especially when we had a small stockpile of morning-after. Ros had to take one, but not Shelia since she was on the pill.

(Shelia to me) ‘I think let’s just keep this pointing to my dick to ourselves.’

Things didn’t go that way though, not when Ros was spending as many nights as I did, at Shelia’s place. Now, her mum has to prepare three bowls of instant noodles for us.

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Speechless

It was a strange sensation, to be walking beside a stranger I had not exchanged a single word with. She stood at about my nose-height, possessed a youthful, but mature body, one that was slim but not too skinny. Her long hair, curly at the ends, were neatly tied in a pony tail, almost reaching her lower-back at its tip. Even her uniform, from a JC I recognised, was tailored down to the last detail to flaunt her ample, body shape.

The whole story began when I started hanging out at a McD outlet near my place, to simply read a book (which is a rare occurrence) that I had impulsively bought. It was not until the third day of my ‘stakeout’, that I held my gaze at this fair-skinned, Orient-descend, student for a few more seconds, for her to throw an inviting glance at me.

I believed we could have communicated in either English or Mandarin if we chose to, but we didn’t. I just strolled behind her, catch her occasional peeps to make sure I was still there, until we arrived at a housing block right outside a park. We stepped into the lift, and she hit on the button three floors from the top.

In there, she stood close, coming face-to-face with me, at a distance I could breathe in the mix of fragrance from her perfume and uniform, while she probably took in my body odour. We didn’t move away until the lift stopped.

Once we arrived at an intermediate landing above ‘our’ floor, she put her bag down before helping me with mine. I was placed in front of a wall before she groped me at my groin, massaging in an up-down motion for an erection she knew I couldn’t resist. As I grew stiffer and bigger, she moved her hands to her skirt and reached under it, to do something similar to herself.

I stuck one hand out of politeness and she took it immediately, tucking my hand, palm-up, into her panties. Her warm, moist pussy was in my hand before I realised, thus freeing both her hands to undo my pants for me.

Our parts were out in the open, getting worked up by our hands, to generate moans we weren’t shy even one bit, to express. Wet fingers, warmed hand, flushed faces, perspiration-mapped shirts, only turned us crazier against each other. The faster she stroked, the deeper I fingered. We were constantly out of breath.

Before I was done, she stopped. She pulled my slimy fingers out of herself and turned to the steps, going on her knees very faithfully. All I had to do was to get on my knees, raise her skirt, and lower her panties. That glorious wedge of fleshy fairness was all mine to put my cock into, beginning with the unbelievably slow penetration of my dick.

Except, my intended ‘slow’ penetration, was promptly foiled by her tightness, despite she was dripping wet. I became the one to groan and jerk, to her insatiable desire to have me inside. There was nothing easy about that entry at all.

Once I was ‘in’, it was a series of rhythmic, controlled thrusts that got her into the mood. The two of us, standing at a staircase landing, banging butt-to-hips was hot to say the least, if not agonising for me who couldn’t move faster than a certain tempo. The biggest beneficiary, turned out to be her when she received orgasms after orgasms, shutting her vagina on my wrangled cock.

I was already due my ejaculation ten minutes into the sex. To signal the imminent arrival of my cum, I could only tap at her shoulder, for as long as she needed to make sense of it – with a grin thrown in my direction.

Couple that with a lip-bite, approving nod, I grabbed her waist and began to move faster. From where I stood, I watched my cock pierced her over and over again, each time coming out wetter than before, until I came. Because I was still in control, I continued to plug her with my dick, leaking white, viscous gel onto the ground.

The fun came to an end the moment I pulled my drenched cock out of her overflowing pussy, but that wasn’t all for her. With her feet wide open, she squatted and rubbed her clit, to expel the rest of my semen. While at that, she put my cock into her mouth and cleaned me up thoroughly, to the point I got hard again.

She helped me to the lowest step and let me catch a breather there, at the same time squatting over my cock with her knees tucked in. My cock went right into her without effort, surprising me with the much more ‘relaxed’ interior as compared to earlier.

She widened her feet shoulder-width, held my knees for support, and went on with her ‘work’. It was my time to be lazy and let her fuck me in this unconventional, reverse-cowgirl stance. I didn’t even need to keep my eyes open to feel that pleasurable sensation firing through my whole body.

After another ten minutes, I gave her the same tap on the shoulder again. Not only did she not slow down, her fingers at her clit made her vagina contract so much harder. I couldn’t last more than two minutes under those conditions, and simply blew my load deep into her space of debris.

In that position, she brought herself to climax another two times before getting off me. Although I was left to clean myself up, she waited for me to be done before splitting ways.

That, would give me another reason to get another book (digitally) so I could read it at the McDonald’s we met.

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(Angel asked) ‘你要我吸你吗？
Translation: Do you want me to suck you?

(I replied in shock) ‘Huh? 这里？现在？’
Translation: Huh? Here? Now?

‘Then? 要吗？’
Translation: Then? Want it?

‘可以改次吗?’
Translation: Can we do it next time?

(She impatiently said) ‘快点啦，什么改次。’
Translation: Faster la. What next time?

The once-demure girl showed her true self after we got together, not that I didn’t know of her background. In short, we have been hanging out since I wasn’t romantically interested into her. But she has been very caring and thoughtful, in ways I didn’t mind. I could see how hard she has been trying to communicate with me in English, and I was certainly moved by her efforts.

Now that we were an item, she relaxed a lot on improving her language, not that it was a criteria for me. It must have looked weird for a golden-haired, seemingly rowdy girl to be with me, who occasionally worked out and reserved. Out in the streets, she is my queen, in control of where to eat (very seldom fancy) and spend (shopping at small, independent stalls).

It has become a routine for us to hang out around either of our neighbourhood at the end of a date, chatting for up to an hour before we split ways. Like every couple, we kissed, made out, and even got a little touchy if there was some privacy.

That evening, we explored her neighbourhood and found a new corner, with complete discretion. I could only make guesses about her enthusiasm when she skipped the chatting part, and started making out with me. She was especially kinky that day, wearing a pair of hot pants and a t-shirt that was probably XS or smaller. She turned so many heads when we shopped, but I suspected there were more people who wondered about this big, hunky man with someone that small (and possibly very young).

Halfway through our intense kiss-a-thon, she took out the new pair of skirt she bought from Bugis street and put them on, removing her shorts from underneath after that. It wasn’t until my hand was invited under her skirt that I realised the absence of a underwear.

I could totally see how proud she was when I received that shock. Like how we petted in the past, she had my dick out of my pants and was stroking it, until she bun her hair up. There was no refusing her advances once she spouted them out, and I was left to watch her kneel between my feet.

Her lips went over my junk first, kissing it so passionately, before throwing a really, seductive glance at me. I watched her lips part for my cock and tingling sensations clouded my vision as soon as she teased the tip with her tongue. A bit more licking later, more meat entered her mouth, down to three-quarter of its length.

I didn’t expect her to go any further but she did, while touching herself. My mind was literally in pieces on the ceiling already, but she would always ‘calm’ me down, just to dazzle me again.

There was just something about having a thick, swollen cock in a small mouth, which was barely keeping you in. Put that together with her desire to please, satisfy and impress, it couldn’t get any more addictive for me.

Before she could go any faster, I stopped her and put her back next to me. It was my turn to return the favour, but she turned me straight down. Since that didn’t go that well, I put my fingers to good use and had her lean (her back) against my shoulder while I rubbed one out for her.

The reason I couldn’t break away from her pussy was because of how smooth, small and tight she was. It felt so surreal to have laid my hands on such a well-maintained, hairless groin, and labia that were neatly tucked inward.

At some point after the second orgasm, she got out of her seat and opened my knees wide. A flip of her skirt, a tilt of her back (forward), exposed the most pleasant looking pussy I have ever seen. If I had not known of her age, she could have easily convince me that she is underage.

I was in disbelief when she held my cock in her hand, tries to sit on it, fail, and then succeed after applying some saliva over it. It was more than the sight that got to me, when I leaned back and saw how I split her opening wider, to the point she had to spread her legs. I believed that she was already doing her best despite how slowly I penetrated her, as if it hurt.

At the halfway ‘mark’, I stood up and turned ourselves around to the bench we were sitting on. There was no other ways to do it. I had to thrust very slowly, coat more of my cock with her juices before making another thrust. It took us almost one full minute to get it in, much to her impatience.

Right after that, it was hell breaking loose once I rammed it in and out of her. Her knees gave way very quickly and we had to do it on the floor, still in doggystyle. Had I not put my hands over her mouth, she would be screaming for all to hear, yet whenever I asked if I should stop, she just shook her head wildly.

I decided to bite bullet and took things in my hands. With her waist held firmly in my palms, I pounded her with all my might. She was so unbelievably hot and tight inside, that I thought I was going to cum any time. However, things didn’t turn out that way once my dick was beyond its limit, succumbing to the overpowering pressure, that it lost sensitivity.

My hardness wasn’t affected at all, still causing convulsions for the girl, while she moaned hysterically into her hand. Driven by part-lust, part-duty, I maintained my strokes for a long time. I didn’t know how many times she came due to the tension around my dick, but she was leaking uncontrollably from the sex.

In a sick way, she did feel like a ragdoll who was begging to be fucked. It took me some time before I regained sensations in my loin, which didn’t make things any easier either. I was soon groaning with her in another position, reverse-cowgirl. It was slightly satisfying to see how much she wanted my thick cock, but her body couldn’t give in to her desire so easily.

She would gasp every time she rose, and moan every time she lowered herself. As for me, I was just enduring the brain-wrecking pleasure quietly, waiting for the moment to cum.

‘ANGEL! CUMMING!’

(She moaned) 你终于来了!’
Translation: You are.. finally cumming!

She bounced off my hips and put her mouth right back over my cock, half sucking, half jerking for my load. When the time finally arrived to blow my load, her mouth couldn’t hold all of them and sprayed as much cum, as fast as I pumped them into her mouth.

She got so caught with holding it in that she had began to swallow, a few mouthful before she could breathe. The shocked and confused girl couldn’t even stand up without my help.

We sat there in silence for a while before she threw herself into my arms, as if surrendering to my dominance. For a moment, I thought I sensed fear, and submission to the former emotion. There was nothing else I had to say, when I can feel everything.

(She whispered) ‘你下次就射里面吧，好吗？’
Translation: Can you cum inside me the next time?

With modern contraceptive so readily available, there was no reason to turn her down. She is a closet-sub inside her outspoken lian-ish personality.