Amanda's POV.
The sound of the water stopped, the bathroom door opened, someone with a burst of moist heat jolted me out of my drowsiness, and I struggled to open my eyes, the light overhead was blindingly bright.
How did I get here? It seems like ...... I was in a banquet and I was drunk, and then what?
My blurred consciousness recognized that this was probably one of the hotel's premium suites, and the entire room was fitted with at least two dozen lights, illuminating the room as if it were day. I had a splitting headache, my body was pulsing with heat, and I vaguely heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom.
I groaned and tried to sit up, but I couldn't even lift my hands, my body had no strength, I tried to breathe, but my breath was burning and made me dizzy.
So hot ...... I fumbled with my skirt, but how could I not remember whether my skirt was buttoned or zipped up, I just felt I was so hot and wanted to take my clothes off.
Water vapor's body covered up on me, the cold skin immediately made me feel much better, I moaned and was wrapped into his arms, legs habitually climbing on his waist. But the remaining sanity in my mind made me struggle to open my eyes and push the man's strong chest in front of me, the man ignored my resistance and even grabbed my hand and touched my body.
No, don't.
I became more and more frightened, the temperature of my body seemed to drop with it, and I spoke in panic: "No, let go of me, Nathan help me--"
Hearing such a whimper, the man in front of me seemed satisfied and gave a short laugh: "I am here."
Only then did I open my eyes to find it was Nathan wrapped around me, and my body immediately relaxed.
I was in a trance for a moment, followed by him biting my ear, and I was forced to moan before I realized that the cry was really like honey, sweet and creamy, with a long drawn out tone that made you blush. Even if I'm not quite awake now, I feel vaguely that such a moan is really slutty, and I can't help but bite my lips and whimper with a sobbing voice.
His finger against my teeth to pry open my bitten lips, low sexy voice in my ears: "Don't bite me."
Before I had a chance to say anything, my whole body was lifted up and he pressed me against his waist, and through a thin bath towel, I could clearly feel the sex organ being pressed against my cavity, making my mind burn.
We enjoyed sex with each other that everytime we'd rather die having sex with each other, and I kept dripping, almost making the thin layer of towel wet. He picked at the thin strap on his panties, followed by the thin piece of fabric being pulled out and flung woefully and lasciviously to the side. He scraped the wet entrance with his finger.
I had to bite my lip again, my chest was rolling, my brain felt like a pot of boiling water that was bubbling away, making it hard to hear what he was saying, and I couldn't help but shake my hips and plead for his name.
This time it finally got down to business. He pulled back the towel, lifted me up by the waist and half sat up, followed by him pressing my shoulders so that I engulfed the hot thing in a whole! I felt like I was being split by a sharp blade and couldn't help but scream, but then his hand went into my shirt and seemed to feel a little in the way and sighed.
The whole dress was also stripped off and tossed aside along with the soaked panties. I shivered from the top and tried to beg for mercy, but it was so long and so big that I had to bite my lip for fear that if I opened my mouth it would be a slutty gasp. He patted my waist and raised an eyebrow at me.
I understood what he meant and bit my lip, shivering and twisting my waist. I don't know if it was because of the psychological effect or the drug, but I felt him harden extra fast tonight, the soft flesh of my vagina constantly sucking passionately, the top opening against the innermost part, and he reached out and kneaded my chest, making me clench my legs and wrap him even tighter.
"Relax." He huffed backwards, slapped my ass and gave it a heavy squeeze with erotic implications, then clasped his hands tightly around my waist, and I felt like I was pinned in his grip and could only cry as the first wave of orgasm began.
The whole thing seemed to be soaking wet, but he seemed dissatisfied with such a slow pace, holding my waist and pushing hard against me, the frequency was much faster than my own efforts just now, I cried and screamed and moaned, dripping water flowing down the hole on his abs and all over his thighs, the sheets were wet. I went from screaming and moaning to crying, the waist is soft must get his support to kneel properly,I didn't know how many times I have orgasm, I did not think about anything, the soft flesh after the orgasm is trembling sensitively, I was worn to cry out. He seems to be not enough, his one hand pinched my nipples red, but the other hand groped to the top of the hole, after finding the sensitive point, he kneading it with the thumb carelessly.
I cried extraordinarily pitifully, moans and pleas disappearing in my face of absolute pleasure, leaving only me to keep screaming in my orgasm, over and over again,my body was so soft as a puddle to melt into his body.
"Ah-mmm!" Tears flowed along with the water from my pits, and the feeling of my body being completely opened was going to drive me crazy.
"Why did you drink wine handed to you by another man at a party?" His nasal voice was so heavy that I knew he was caught up in lust too, and I don't know if it was just me, but I actually heard some gnashing of teeth ......
I shook my head, my chaotic brain subconsciously retorted, how could that be? Our relationship is not as good as I thought anyway.
He pulled his sex organ out, turned the trembling me over and slapped my ass, a slap that caused me to whimper again vaguely with a sob, and he ordered, "Kneel down."
I obeyed his command and fidgeted with my body as he asked, spreading my legs slightly, kneeling on the soft quilt with my knees, my entire waist couching, this is his favorite position in bed.
He thrust his hard, huge sex organ to the end, and my whole body went numb, unable to even scream, my head buried in the pillow, making vague pleas for mercy.
I seemed to be screaming his name, I don't know, my brain made me remember only the pleasure, my body's thirst made me slutty, one moment I writhing and asking him to go faster, the next moment I crying for him to slow down. Perhaps my demands were so bizarre that he finally couldn't resist, reaching out and tightening his hand on my chest, holding my mouth in his wide hand, speeding up his frequency and pushing deeper and deeper -
I kept weeping and couldn't say anything, he covered my mouth so that I couldn't make a sound, and the only sound that could be heard in the whole room was the sound of flesh slapping and the rapid panting.
It was too fast ......
I couldn't cry out, the sharp blade in my body seemed to find the innermost hidden entrance, the mouth of my womb was only a narrow slit, but he was strong enough to break in there, constantly prying at that narrow slit, the soreness of extinction was driving me crazy! I clutched the palm of the hand he was covering me with, and the slight suffocating feelings made my body even more sensitive, especially since the position forced me to hold my back, with all my weight on the hole.
The multiple torments and pleasures of the suffocating sensation and the fingers rubbing the sensitive spot, and the sex organ that was constantly violating the opening of my womb, made tears roll down my face, and along with my body in a lustful flow of water, not a single piece of skin on my entire body was dry, and my hair seemed damp.
The hideous and thick sex organ made every sex violent and steamy, I wanted to cry but I had to admit that I feel so good that I couldn't scream and could only keep writhing like a slutty snake.
I couldn't see his expression, which made my body even more sensitive, and my pussy kept clenching. The pleasure lasted for a long time, almost the whole night, and I don't remember how many times he came, or how many times I came. The sheets were soaked, he carried me to the bath, and pressed me in the bathtub several times, to almost dawn, the last time finally ended, I really do not have the consciousness to think about the consequences, only remember a blink of an eye, I fell asleep.
When I woke up the next day, I struggled to open my eyes, not a single part of my body was not sore and soft, and it took about two minutes for the sound of breathing beside me to make me realize that there was a man beside me!
I was so shocked that I almost jumped up from the bed! I went to look at the man's face, while countless ideas flashed through my head on how to shut him up, but when I saw the man's face, my whole body relaxed.
Because this man is no other than my husband, Nathan. Memories of last night came flooding back to me. I breathed a sigh of relief and shook the jumbled thoughts out of my head. Looking at his delicate sleeping face, I was relieved and at the same time, my heart couldn't help but feel a sourness.
When I first met Nathan in middle school, I had a crush on him. I took advantage of my academic problems to get to know Nathan and maintained a seven-year-long crush until Nathan's mother became very ill and she wanted to see Nathan married before she died, and Nathan finally found me and offered to marry me by agreement. So Nathan became my husband.
He had a very handsome appearance, I had met his mother once, even when she was seriously ill she couldn't hide her amazing beauty, Nathan had inherited his mother's good looks gene, his blond hair made his skin look whiter, his clear pupils and deep eye sockets were mind-blowing.
I was really overwhelmed by the surprise and thought I could warm Nathan's heart and become his real wife, I ironed his clothes, cooked his dinner, and cared for his phone calls, but nine times out of ten when I called him, he wouldn't answer, and the text messages I sent were never being received. The marriage agreement is almost over, and Nathan has kept his distance from me. I've been married to him for almost three years, but it's still like we're strangers living under the same roof, and he doesn't love me or think I'm someone special.
