Chapter 115 Despair
Two completely different lips kissed each other, exchanging saliva in their mouths, perhaps because they had completely let go of their desires, or perhaps because they had just kissed. Katniss, weak, was kissed by Nathan, not resisting but not responding actively either, just letting Nathan taste her sensual lips, her tender red lips changing shape in Nathan's mouth.
After a few kisses, Nathan left Katniss's lips, only to see a thread of saliva connecting the separated lips, transparent and constantly being stretched until it gently broke when stretched to the limit. Nathan licked his lips to taste the sweet liquid in Katniss's mouth, the first time tasting the sweetness of Katniss's lips, which seemed to excite Nathan greatly.
After a few more tastes, Katniss's aftertaste had faded, Nathan adjusted his breathing, then began to move again, the intense and rhythmic sound of their bodies colliding echoing in the bathroom.
"Dad, let's go to the bed, my legs are numb and tired." At this moment, with Nathan's thrusts, Katniss kept moaning, feeling weak from the climax she had just experienced. She had been supporting her legs with effort, and if Nathan hadn't held her slender waist with both hands, she would have collapsed by now. Katniss couldn't help but suggest to Nathan.
"Okay." Nathan had already noticed Katniss's weakness, and besides, he also felt quite tired in this position. Nathan agreed with Katniss and then prepared to pull out his penis from Katniss and return to the bedroom.
Nathan prepared to slowly withdraw his penis from Katniss's vagina. During this process, Katniss let out a relaxed moan, as if Nathan's penis was finally about to come out, allowing her to rest and relax briefly. However, when Nathan's penis was almost completely out, a hint of hesitation flashed across his face. He furrowed his brow and secretly looked at Katniss's expression in the mirror, seemingly making a decision but also afraid that it might anger Katniss.
Finally, Nathan gritted his teeth lightly, mustering up the courage to take a risk. Suddenly, he swiftly reinserted his penis, which had been pulled out to just the glans, back into Katniss's vagina, intimately reuniting his hips with Katniss's buttocks.
Katniss, who had already relaxed, was caught off guard by Nathan's move, letting out an uncontrollable scream once again. Although she had gradually adapted to the girth of Nathan's penis, each time he went in fully still brought her intense sexual stimulation. Her eyes opened, showing a mix of weakness and confusion, as the desire reignited after the climax due to this reinsertion.
Nathan reinserted his penis into Katniss's vaginal opening, using his hands to support her slender waist and slowly moving his steps. Katniss was forced to straighten up from the sink, moving slowly with Nathan's pace.
Sitting in front of the computer, I felt somewhat surprised at this moment, surprised by Nathan's boldness and approach. He actually wanted to maintain the rear-entry position and move with Katniss to the bedroom. I had seen this scene in novels and adult videos, but I had never practiced it with Katniss. I didn't expect Nathan to experience it first. I could only imagine, as maintaining this position while moving required a long penis to ensure it stayed embedded in the woman's vagina. Only Nathan could do this. If it were me, my relatively short penis would slip out of Katniss's vagina after a few steps.
Sensing Nathan's intentions, Katniss seemed to feel shy. She gently pushed Nathan's hands behind her back and started to wriggle her buttocks, seemingly trying to temporarily escape his penetration and control. However, with her body weakened and Nathan's desire strong, Katniss couldn't break free from his control. Nathan's penis remained deeply inserted in Katniss's vagina. Katniss stopped moving, not wanting to walk, but Nathan kept pressing against her from behind, forcing her to move while enduring his thrusts.
The sound of their bodies colliding was incessant as Nathan maintained his thrusts and pushed forward against Katniss, the two of them slowly walking out of the bathroom, tightly pressed together. As they reached the doorway, Nathan released one hand that had been holding Katniss's waist, casually turned off the bathroom light, but this action reminded him that the living room light was still on.
Nathan glanced at the light in the living room. Being very thrifty, especially with utilities at home, Nathan was very frugal. Instead of immediately returning to the bedroom with Katniss, he looked at the light above his head with a hint of stinginess. He continued to slowly move towards the switch of the living room pendant light while still thrusting into Katniss from behind. Throughout this process, Katniss struggled to maintain her balance and endure Nathan's thrusts, her soft moans like a kitten never stopping.
To reach the position of the living room pendant light switch, they had to pass by the sofa in the living room, with the switch located on the upper left side of the sofa. Katniss thought Nathan was heading to the bedroom, but the direction seemed wrong at this moment. Katniss couldn't discern Nathan's intentions, and although she had wanted to resist earlier, she now knew she couldn't escape and had to give up resistance, letting Nathan do as he pleased.
When Nathan's thrusts with Katniss reached the sofa, his gaze fell on the sofa, and his eyes suddenly lit up. Leading Katniss to the edge of the sofa, he stopped thrusting. He gently kissed Katniss's earlobe, then used his hands to press gently on her shoulders, ensuring his penis never slipped out of Katniss's vagina throughout.
"Katniss, come, kneel on the sofa." Nathan gently pressed Katniss's upper body onto the sofa, speaking softly to her. At this moment, I knew Nathan wanted Katniss to kneel on the sofa, then hold onto the back of the sofa with her hands, engaging in doggy-style sex with Katniss. Although not on the bed, this position was the standard doggy-style. When a man is having sex with a woman, 80% of men prefer doggy-style because it's a position that gives men the most sense of achievement. The woman is on all fours like a dog, being penetrated, satisfying a man's ego the most.
However, Nathan underestimated Katniss's determination at this moment. Realizing Nathan's intentions, she began to struggle violently. The intense resistance in her heart seemed to give her unusual strength, catching Nathan off guard and almost letting Katniss break free. Perhaps at this moment, Katniss was starting to sober up, as the alcohol gradually faded. She was beginning to realize what she had just done, actions she would never do for Nathan under normal circumstances, but she had just done them for another man. She might be feeling regret at this moment, but she had already aroused Nathan's desire as a man, and her regret was now futile.
Katniss's hands were pressed onto the sofa by Nathan, her hands flat on the sofa, but her lower body still standing straight. Under the influence of her inner strength, her legs, which were already weak, straightened with force again, but it was uncertain how long she could hold on.
After pressing Katniss's hands onto the sofa, Nathan shifted his focus, starting to press Katniss's slender waist with both hands, wanting her to kneel completely on the sofa. However, after several attempts, Katniss remained defiant, keeping her waist and legs straight, exhausting Nathan without success. Eventually, Nathan gave up on this idea. Instead of exerting energy to get Katniss into a doggy-style position, he decided it was more practical to continue thrusting into Katniss until she was completely lost in pleasure. This was my thought, but whether Nathan shared this thought at the moment, I cannot say.
Katniss's body took on an 'n' shape, with her hands on the sofa and her legs at the edge of the sofa. Nathan's hands continued to rest on Katniss's slender waist, but he no longer pressed down forcefully. After adjusting his breathing, Nathan resumed thrusting.
Various sounds of lovemaking echoed in the living room. With Katniss's upper body pressed low, Nathan's view clearly showed his penis continuously thrusting into Katniss's vagina. Each thrust from Nathan brought out a large amount of vaginal secretions from Katniss, which flowed down Nathan's penis and onto his scrotum as it swung back and forth with his movements. The area where Katniss and Nathan stood was covered with droplets of vaginal secretions.
As Nathan continued thrusting into Katniss, he occasionally used his hands to gently stroke Katniss's jade back, slender waist, and buttocks, as if caressing a beloved pet. Katniss's hair hung loose, covering her cheeks, and she seemed to have no strength left to moan, only panting heavily with Nathan's thrusts. Her 34D breasts, hanging below her chest, swayed back and forth with Nathan's thrusts.
Throughout this process, Nathan never gave up his attempts to make Katniss kneel. He occasionally pressed Katniss's waist gently while thrusting, trying to get her to kneel, but despite being drenched in vaginal secretions from Nathan's thrusts, Katniss remained steadfast. Her legs, bent by Nathan, straightened with force once again.
At this moment, the two seemed to be engaged in a battle, a war between just the two of them, each striving for the final victory, fiercely confronting each other. However, Nathan clearly had the advantage, as his standing position allowed him to conserve a lot of energy, while Katniss had already climaxed once and was maintaining a physically demanding position. It was like a prolonged battle, waiting to see who would emerge victorious in the end.
Nathan continued to thrust into and withdraw from Katniss's vagina from behind, having already ejaculated from oral sex with Katniss earlier, making him particularly enduring this time. It had been 7 to 8 minutes, and there was no sign of ejaculation on Nathan's face. After this long period, Nathan seemed a bit tired. Slowly, he lifted one leg and placed his foot on the sofa, bringing his foot close to Katniss's head, on the same plane.
Balancing on one foot, with the other on the sofa, Nathan thrust his hips forcefully, causing Katniss's buttocks to turn red from the impact. It was unknown whether Katniss's buttocks would swell after lovemaking. Nathan occasionally tried to press Katniss's waist to make her kneel, but Katniss, despite being drenched in Nathan's secretions, persisted in her stance, causing Nathan to eventually give up.
Nathan removed his hands from Katniss's waist and placed them on his own waist, as if clasping his waist with both hands. Nathan continued to move his hips back and forth, arrogantly enjoying the sight of Katniss's body. Meanwhile, Katniss could only passively endure, her hair disheveled, unable to see her expression at this moment.
After another 3 minutes, Katniss's body began to tremble slightly, a sign that she was about to climax again. Katniss, of course, understood her body and knew she was about to climax. Her legs also began to tremble slightly, as if feeling unsteady.
"Dad, wait, wait, let me rest for a moment." Sensing her impending climax, Katniss wanted Nathan to pause for a moment to delay her approaching climax. For some reason, Katniss didn't want to climax at that moment. However, when Nathan heard Katniss's words and paused briefly, he inexplicably smiled, not a sinister smile, but one that seemed mischievous. After a brief pause, Nathan resumed thrusting, with even greater force and speed than before.
"No, Dad, please, let's go back to the bed, okay?" Seeing that Nathan ignored her and continued thrusting harder, Katniss, still standing on her legs, pleaded with Nathan to return to the bed. However, Nathan, driven by desire, paid no attention to Katniss's request, continuing to thrust and twist his hips with force. The sound of their intimate friction never ceased.
"No, no, stop," Katniss, realizing that Nathan was completely disregarding her, shook her head and screamed in refusal. Despite her verbal rejection, her body continued to cooperate, enduring Nathan's thrusts and penetrations, allowing his penis to smoothly move in and out of her vagina.
"No." As Katniss reached climax, her vaginal opening, filled by Nathan's penis, sprayed more secretions. Nathan's abdomen, pubic hair, and scrotum were covered in her fluids, which flowed down their legs to the floor.
Katniss let out a lustful cry as her climax approached, mixed with a desperate sigh. She had been keeping her legs straight, but now she could no longer muster the strength. Her body was like a bridge, collapsing slowly under the weight it had borne.
In despair, I watched as Katniss's body slowly sank, her legs beginning to bend, until Katniss unwillingly knelt on the sofa, the standard doggy-style position now fully formed.
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