BXBX NOVEL Chapter 143 - The Swaying Car
Chapter 143: The Swaying Car
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I tried to open my mouth wide and wrap my tongue around Michael’s penis to keep my teeth from touching them.
I tried stimulating Michael’s sensitive foreskin by repeatedly swallowing. I heard Michael breathing harder. Then, he reached out and grabbed my hair. He straightened his back and started moving.
I choked on Michael’s movements. The dry feeling in my throat made me want to spit Michael’s penis out.
But when I looked up slightly and saw Michael’s intoxicated expression, I felt a never-before-felt pleasure. I was the only one who could control this man’s desires.
Thinking of this, the discomfort in my body lessened.
After I persisted for some time, I felt that the thing in my mouth didn’t have an intention to leave my mouth. Instead, it became harder and harder. In the end, I really couldn’t hold it in any longer and had no choice but to spit it out.
Michael didn’t force me. He only watched as I panted. He reached out and touched my head. He chuckled. “If you don’t know how to do it, then don’t try to be brave.”
As he said that, his penis dangled in front of my face. It was covered with my saliva and had a lustful luster. I finally managed to catch my breath. When I heard Michael’s words, I grabbed his penis and moved it up and down. Although I wasn’t good at oral sex, I had practiced my hand movements in bed over the past few days.
Michael bent down, lifted my chin, and kissed me.
His face was lustful, and my face was slightly red. Michael looked good from this angle in the dark of the car. I couldn’t help reaching out to his strong arms. I could feel the pulsing, vibrant muscles. I couldn’t get enough of them.
Michael reached for the last of my clothes and pulled me off the floor onto the car seat.
I wanted to be kissed so hard that I wouldn’t know what to do. The sex was the same as before. Michael was back in charge.
Michael reached deftly for my privates. His wet penis, which I had wet, pressed against my slightly constricted orifices. I could feel his urgency.
The veins on his penis throbbed as if he couldn’t wait to rush into the most intimate part of my body and start a crusade.
Michael held his hard penis, first the top, then the entire shaft, and slowly squeezed in. He was like a general waving a spear, and I was inch by inch swept away by him. I had a gash in my lower body from his blade, and I could feel the indentation as he attacked and finally managed to swallow the whole thing.
I closed my eyes and breathed in slightly. Whenever I had sex with Michael, his first entry was a challenge. It wasn’t until he came in and started pumping that I felt a familiar rush of pleasure in my lower body.
Michael lay on top of me, wrapped his arms around my thighs, and started pumping.
Our chests were pressed together, and I could feel my lower abdomen rising and falling with each of his movements, which made me feel even more strongly that Michael was inside me. It was a feeling of shame and excitement.
We kissed each other passionately, sending our love into each other’s hearts through the exchange of breath between our lips and teeth. This intimate behavior allowed me to understand more deeply the bond of mates. This kind of soul fusion and body fullness was something that no one else could give me.
We were extremely close in this narrow space in the car, and our scalding skin seemed to be stuck together all the time. Michael’s penis wantonly entered and exited my body. The primitive intercourse and skin matchmaking allowed us to become one in all aspects.
“Uhh... So hot... I’m burning up... I’m so hot...”
I felt my lips swell from Michael’s kisses, sweat dripped down my cheeks, and the strands of hair on my forehead were soaked. It was a blur before my eyes, and it felt damn good.
Michael’s thrusts became more ferocious, and his penis pumped like a machine, repeatedly hammering into me. In the back seat of the small car, the intense ambiance and the involuntary moans entered each other’s senses, filling the space around us with desire.
Waves of intense pleasure hit, and I felt myself being thrown from the sky, floating and sinking in the sea of desire. Michael’s kisses and nudges almost suffocated me, and I reached out and wrapped my arms around Michael’s neck as if I were in an endless sea, washed up on the waves again and again, and Michael was the only piece of driftwood.
Michael’s chest heaved up and down, and sweat dripped down his perfectly defined chin and onto my body. He smelled good.