Chapter 327
In my imagination, Nathan must be waiting for Katniss's climax as usual, motionless. After all, that was how it always played out before. But what happened next made me doubt my judgment once again.
Katniss, still immersed in the afterglow of her climax, her body trembling not yet subsided, seemed to have passed the middle part of her climax and was progressing towards the lingering pleasure. However, Nathan, at this moment, didn't wait for Katniss's climax to end before actively thrusting, appearing very impatient.
Katniss, catching her breath slowly, did not expect Nathan to be so ungentlemanly, not waiting for her climax to pass before thrusting a few times. Katniss was already feeling weak from the climax, and the sudden friction of the genitals made her cry out in surprise. Perhaps because the climax had not passed, Katniss's moan sounded sharp and satisfied, and due to her physical weakness, her hands instantly lost strength, slipping from the windowsill and her body sinking down. She ended up lying on the bed with her legs stretched back, while Nathan, noticing Katniss's movement, showed a reaction speed that was extremely mismatched with his age. He instantly spread his legs apart as Katniss's legs stretched out between his, and at the same time, Nathan pressed his hips down, directly onto Katniss's body, to keep his penis deeply inserted in her vagina without pulling out.
Katniss lay on the bed, her full breasts pressed against it, squeezing out a round side breast between her chest and the bed, looking very sexy and full.
Breathing heavily, Katniss, lying on her side, found her previously steady breath becoming irregular again.
With her eyes closed, Katniss lay on the bed breathing. Normally, Katniss would turn her head to glare at Nathan, even if not truly angry, she would show a hint of annoyance. But this time, Katniss just lay there with her eyes closed, breathing quietly without any reaction. Perhaps she didn't have the strength to blame Nathan at that moment, or perhaps she accepted Nathan's sudden sexual behavior.
Nathan propped his hands on either side of Katniss's shoulders, his upper body raised, his hips tightly against Katniss's buttocks, as if doing push-ups.
After adjusting his hands and body posture, Nathan began a different kind of "push-up" movement.
The sound of physical impact echoed in the room again. Since Katniss was lying on the bed at this point, her buttocks were not as taut as they were during the doggy style position earlier. Her buttocks were relaxed in a normal, unrestrained state, maintaining their fullest normal elasticity and fleshiness. So when Nathan's hips hit Katniss's buttocks, it sounded very loud, and the elasticity of Katniss's buttocks seemed to give Nathan a bit of strength, making his thrusts seem more effortless, and the waves created by the impact on Katniss's buttocks appeared broad.
Katniss lay weakly on the bed, her body being thrust up and down by Nathan. Every time Nathan's hips came down, Katniss's body would half-disappear because she was deeply buried in the mattress, and when Nathan's hips left Katniss's buttocks, her body would reappear. Katniss whimpered softly with each of Nathan's thrusts, and when Nathan exerted too much force, her moans grew louder.
In the midst of Katniss's sexy and round buttocks, a penis covered in fluid kept entering and exiting, each time bringing out a large amount of arousal fluid and remnants of Katniss's climax.
Nathan's thrusts became faster and stronger, Katniss's moans grew louder, and the sound of their bodies colliding became louder, as if Nathan was heading towards his climax of ejaculation. As Nathan's thrusting intensity and speed increased, Katniss could no longer remain quiet. She lay on her side on the bed, her cheek involuntarily lifted, her face turned towards the window, but her chin did not rest on the bed. Instead, she tilted her head back, displaying her flexibility, almost forming a right angle between her head and back. Katniss's eyes were still closed, her red lips parted, emitting pleasurable moans, and as Nathan's thrusting speed and intensity increased, Katniss's moans gradually turned into continuous lustful cries.
Nathan, sweating profusely, continued thrusting into Katniss, his body drenched in sweat.
After about five minutes, Nathan suddenly stopped thrusting. But this time, it wasn't because he was tired or had ejaculated. After stopping, he somehow found the strength to lift Katniss's slender waist with both hands.
Since Katniss was lying on the bed at this point, being suddenly lifted by Nathan at the waist caused her buttocks to rise along with her waist, and her legs knelt on the bed again. However, Katniss, perhaps out of exhaustion, did not have the strength to support her upper body with her hands, so her hands and upper body remained still.
As her waist was lifted, her chin touched the bed directly, and she seemed resigned to let Nathan do as he pleased, still lost in the frenzy of Nathan's recent thrusting.
Nathan swiftly lifted Katniss's waist, almost in an instant. After lifting her waist, Nathan maintained the posture of fully inserted penis and transitioned from kneeling to squatting, assuming a horse-riding stance.
After adjusting everything, Nathan held Katniss's slender waist and continued thrusting, starting with the same fast speed and intensity as before. Katniss, like limp mud, was lifted by Nathan around her waist, moaning loudly. She was like a leaf, letting Nathan have his way, swaying back and forth in his arms, her head moving with her body, her hair flying, no longer the gentle lover he was before.
"Good, keep going, harder."
At this point, Katniss seemed not to be angry at Nathan's frenzy, but instead, amidst her loud moans, she interjected some words of encouragement. Surprisingly, these words were words of encouragement for Nathan, whereas in the past, Katniss would have asked Nathan to be gentler, slower, and shallower. But this time, Katniss was actually encouraging Nathan, acknowledging his sexual prowess. Upon hearing this encouragement, Nathan accelerated once again, surpassing his previous speed. Nathan's waist and hips seemed like an endless motor, as long as the power increased, his speed would only get faster.
Watching Nathan thrust so wildly, I found myself worrying in a way that didn't match the current situation, 'Will Nathan end up dying on Katniss's body in the end?'
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