Chapter 72 Avalokitesvara
As I read this, I couldn't help but glance down at my already flaccid penis and feel a twinge of envy. Nathan was able to embrace Katniss face to face, ensuring that his penis stayed deeply inside Katniss's vagina without slipping out. This required a fairly long penis, which I knew mine couldn't guarantee to stay securely inside in that position. The image of their waltz-like dance kept replaying in my mind.
Despite not wanting to face it, in a conflicting state of mind, I didn't want to miss any exciting details between Nathan and Katniss. Trembling, I reluctantly opened the surveillance camera in mine and Katniss's bedroom, even though my heart was torn. As the monitor flickered to life, everything in Katniss and Nathan's bedroom unfolded before my eyes.
Katniss and Nathan were still standing face to face, with Nathan gently thrusting in and out. Gradually, Nathan sat on the edge of the bed with his back to it, moving slowly and steadily. He carefully controlled his penis, ensuring it stayed inside Katniss without slipping out.
As Nathan sat down, he carefully guided Katniss's waist, and she squatted along with his movements, eventually ending up straddling Nathan's thighs in a horse-riding position. Katniss's arms were wrapped around Nathan's neck, eyes half-closed, head tilted back, hair cascading down her snowy back, and toes lightly touching the floor. This position accentuated Katniss's full breasts, pushing them towards Nathan.
After completing this series of movements, Nathan didn't rush to thrust, but instead, his gaze lingered on Katniss's ample breasts. Due to the position, with Katniss higher than Nathan, his face was directly in front of her breasts. Nathan's eyes gleamed with greed, as if he couldn't get enough of Katniss's breasts. He eagerly pressed his lips against her nipple, greedily sucking on it.
When Nathan kissed Katniss's nipple, her sensuous lips parted slightly, releasing a fragrant breath that even lifted a few strands of white hair on Nathan's forehead. To my surprise, Katniss didn't resist Nathan's advances on her breasts; instead, she tightened her arms around his neck, pushing his face harder against her chest. Nathan's mouth flattened Katniss's breasts, causing them to swell and change shape as she moved up and down with him.
The crisp sound of their bodies colliding echoed once again, lifting waves in Katniss's ample buttocks.
Perhaps stimulated by the dual sensations from her vagina and breasts, Katniss couldn't resist Nathan's gentle assault and began to moan softly, a sound that acted as the most potent aphrodisiac for a man. As Nathan continued to suckle, his penis slowly and firmly began to thrust upwards. Although his movements were gentle, they were powerful, causing Katniss's body to move along with his rhythm. The dark, robust penis slid in and out of Katniss's vagina, tantalizingly visible between her thighs. With Nathan's mouth firmly on Katniss's nipple, her breasts swayed and changed shape with her movements.
The crisp sound of their bodies colliding resumed, causing Katniss's full buttocks to ripple with each impact.
Perhaps due to the stimulation from her vagina and breasts, Katniss finally succumbed to Nathan's gentle yet intense lovemaking, emitting a soft, alluring moan. Throughout this process, Katniss kept her eyes closed, perhaps out of fear. The video captured their tender and intimate connection, a moment only shared between Nathan and his lover.
Watching Nathan and Katniss's intimate encounter, my flaccid penis began to show signs of arousal. I couldn't help but chuckle bitterly as I looked down at my slowly stiffening penis. What was wrong with me? Did I truly enjoy this conflicting sense of excitement? Since falling ill, achieving an erection had been a challenge. Seizing this opportunity, I began to masturbate slowly. How pitiful I felt, my beloved Katniss making love with someone else while I, her lawful husband, could only watch and masturbate, feeling utterly pathetic.
After about 5 minutes, Nathan grew tired and ceased his thrusting. This position was particularly strenuous for a man, especially for an older man like Nathan. I could see the glistening sweat on his forehead. After stopping his movements, Nathan alternated between kissing and sucking on Katniss's breasts. Katniss, aside from occasional shivers, remained still, silently savoring everything Nathan offered.
After a while, Nathan reclined, releasing Katniss's waist and holding her hands instead, guiding her to adjust her position. Once they settled into the standard missionary position, my heart swelled with jealousy once again. Katniss and I had tried this position a few times, but she didn't enjoy it, so we abandoned it after a few attempts.
In this position, Katniss didn't resist either. As Nathan guided her hands to adjust, Katniss straddled Nathan's hips, both remaining motionless as if waiting for something. Nathan awaited Katniss to take the initiative to move up and down, signifying her surrender to him. Katniss, on the other hand, waited for Nathan to lift her passively, unable to convince herself to take control. They seemed locked in a stalemate, with Nathan's penis deeply embedded in Katniss, the connection unbroken.
Ultimately, Nathan broke the deadlock by gently guiding Katniss's hands, prompting her to reluctantly open her eyes. Her gaze, filled with confusion, softened as she looked at Nathan. After a long, tender gaze, Katniss sighed softly and, with a slight lift of her hips, Nathan's penis slowly emerged between them. As their bodies finally separated slightly, a thick, dark penis connected them, coated with the fluids of their lovemaking. Nathan's scrotum, wrinkled and covered in pubic hair, was now moist with their shared essence, the fluids trickling onto our bed.
As Katniss raised her hips to a certain height and paused, both she and Nathan moaned softly, relishing the stimulation of their bodies rubbing together. When Katniss lifted her hips to the point where only Nathan's glans remained inside, she clenched her teeth tightly, preparing to sit down firmly. At that moment, Katniss's gaze inadvertently fell on our wedding photo. In the end, she faced the reality, seeing herself with her beloved husband, and a hint of panic flashed in her eyes. In her panic, she lost control and suddenly sat down, resulting in a loud collision as their hips met once again.
Simultaneously, Nathan and Katniss let out a moan. Nathan, still savoring the tightness and warmth of Katniss's vagina, anticipated her next move. However, Katniss, fixated on our wedding photo, bit her lower lip hard, her face contorted with guilt and anguish.
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