Chapter 27 Filling with Lust

The room was tidy and bright, with a light yellow fabric couch left behind by the previous owner. One of its legs was lame, which Maggie had leveled out with old discarded notes.
She was stripped naked, kneeling on the couch, her pliant waist hollows tempting. Harold's broad and scorching chest pressed against her bare back, their breaths merging and the temperature rising.
He sucked on her earlobe, rough fingers manipulating and tormenting her tender nipples, creating tantalizing and alluring shapes.
Her body felt electrified, covered in a tingling sensation. Maggie's fingers curled tightly, and her soft moans filled the air like water.
Her body trembled, twitched, but she couldn't escape him. The man was like an impenetrable fortress, leaving her with nowhere to run.
The creases on his dry palms overlapped at her glistening intimate area, as his fingers penetrated her pussy, his lips and tongue passionately kissing her.
When the thrusting was deep, the tongue probing was deep. When the thrusting was shallow, the kissing was shallow. Both of her entrances were sealed tightly, depriving her of breath, assaulting her will. Then, without any pattern or rhythm, Harold's arm muscles tightened and his fingers thrust and twisted with even more intensity.
"Don't come so fast...ah..." Maggie's eyes became hazy and unfocused, clenching her inner muscles, her hips giving a short jerk, and a clear and translucent fluid gushed out, splashing onto his thick and intimidating dick, igniting an immediate and fervent passion, burning like a wildfire.
She convulsed and went limp, crying and wanting to bury herself in his arms, but Harold clamped down on her waist forcefully with his palm, and his member penetrated her drenched pussy.
Harold's eyes were like lamps, a blazing fire, "So tight. Relax. Don't resist me."
His scorching heat erupted like a rushing mountain flood, rushing forward, brutal and piercing, his eyes steaming crimson.
He pulled out his throbbing member completely, then thrust it back in again and again, his strong waist grinding against the sensitive flesh pearl within her passage each time it descended.
Maggie was on the verge of losing herself in these intense thrusts, her tongue slightly sticking out, her face flushed, her limbs uncontrollably spasming.
A second wave of climax surged within her passage, approaching through the friction and constriction, feeling like she had been struck by electricity.
Her whole body was covered in a dense layer, invading every inch of her skin.
She felt like she was about to be fucked hard, and her abundant fluids were spurting out. Harold didn't stop and continued fucking her roughly, making her hoarse and bouncing, as if he wanted to penetrate her uterus and reach the depths beyond her reach.
Maggie's consciousness became blurry and she gradually couldn't kneel anymore. Her waist went weak, unable to catch her breath, and she collapsed like mud.
Harold pulled her up, grinding his dick in her pussy with shallow and deep thrusts, while his middle finger slipped into the corner of her mouth, prying it open and teasing her tongue.
"Breathe, you just haven't been fucked enough."
She opened her mouth, breathing heavily, saliva overflowing from the corners of her mouth, sobbing and whimpering, falling weakly.
Her peach-shaped buttocks swayed and twisted, her tight pussy clenching and squeezing, instinctively wanting to take in and push out that rock-hard dick that had reached its limit.
"Mmm...I'm coming..."
She felt completely satisfied and came twice, disregarding anyone else. Harold clenched his teeth and his tense muscles and ribs appeared and disappeared, swallowed by the flowing sweat.
Maggie's legs were on the man's shoulders, his big hands pressed down on her waist, pounding into her hundreds of times like a pile driver, fierce and ferocious. Her long inner walls were completely filled, reaching the tight and warm entrance, causing twitching and tingling sensations.
The whole room was filled with the sound of squelching.
The phone lying between the sofa cushions, pressed against her lower back, suddenly rang out, causing Maggie to shudder all over. Harold, buried inside her, trembled, and his waist vigorously sank, thrusting into the deepest part.
He let out a low growl before ejaculation, his muscles violently swelling and twitching, sweat dripping onto Maggie's naked and swollen tits.
"I'll fill you up, okay?"
She felt weak and powerless, unable to make any effort. Numbly, she accepted the hot flow that filled her, semen scalding her deepest part, covering it like fire on the grassland. Maggie's abdomen twitched unconsciously, and her cerebral cortex exploded with white light, gushing out a stream of water.