Chapter 32 Intimate Encounter

"A sham marriage? Has he ever touched you?"
Harold stared at her with a deep, intense gaze. Maggie's innocence, obedience, and tenderness were enough to entice.
The pure desire deep within him had an alluring power.
Men had little self-control; they couldn't hold themselves back.
"No," Maggie's attention wasn't focused on this. She couldn't swim, and the fear of choking on water made her cling to his waist with her legs, and her arms wrapped around him. "I'm scared."
Harold's emotions had undergone turmoil, observing her. Maggie's eyes were timid, like reeds in the spring, gently swaying, tickling him.
His hands gripped her round and smooth buttocks, feeling like tofu. She clung to him tightly.
Her translucent chest appeared in Harold's sight, its deep groove filled with clear water. It trembled and quivered in the rippling waves, teasing his skin.
The man's Adam's apple rolled twice as his voice became hoarse. "Then go up."
"But aren't you still going to teach me..."
Her wet hair brushed against his chest, and ambiguous desire rapidly spread between them. Harold's breathing became erratic. "I can't teach you."
"Is it because I held you too tight?"
Maggie sunk into the whirlpool of water. Her undulating white abdomen, like a pool of milk, pressed against the man's well-defined abdominal muscles, causing friction.
She felt the swelling underneath Harold's swim trunks, hard and poking against her thighs, pushing against the edge of her underwear. Maggie trembled.
Harold left a series of damp, hot, and passionate kisses on her shoulder, neck, and collarbone. The attack became fiercer, nibbling and burning her earlobe and the corners of her mouth, igniting a fervent heat.
Their tongues entangled, his hand gripping her waist, grinding and thrusting against her eager body. His throbbing member, separated by the elastic fabric, forcefully desired to penetrate her entrance.
The water beneath them experienced a surge, flowing to the other side. Maggie's intimate area was rubbed and sore, her eyes reddened with pain. "Shall we go up? I'm afraid of the water."
Harold lifted her towards the edge of the pool. They hadn't had enough in the water, and their kisses grew even more passionate, creating a hurricane of desire in their mouths.
Maggie remained weak in her place, her wet bra lifted, exposing her prominent and plump breasts above the water. Her nipples turned crimson from the stimulation of the cold water.
Harold kneaded and grasped them, lowering his head to suckle and bite, leaving a bite mark on her nipple. Maggie felt both pain and itchiness, screaming and wanting to escape. But under her feet, there was a weightless feeling of undulating and swaying.
She panicked, struggling to break free from his shackles, crawling onto the poolside.
Just as her buttocks emerged from the water, Harold grabbed her waist, his fingers pulling her thin panties to the side, exposing her delicate and moist opening.
His rock-hard flesh, forcefully thrust into her body, causing Maggie to scream.
The tight and wet passage threatened to overwhelm him. Harold let out a deep, low pant, the veins on his forehead like they were about to explode from beneath his skin.
"You're too tight...don't..."
Maggie leaned on the edge of the pool, trembling all over. Because she was clenching too tightly, her buttocks received a slap.
The man's scorching hot breath sprayed onto her bare back, causing her skin to shiver. "You know how to tighten, you're so hot inside."
Tiny water droplets filled her tunnel, abolishing the air. Harold's scorching heat invaded her fiercely and roughly, tormenting her savagely.
His scrotum slapped against her buttocks, accompanied by the sound of splashing water. Her entrance was stretched to a thin layer, while the tender flesh at the base of her buttocks was struck, turning a bright red.
The place where they joined sank in the water, then floated to the surface, with the heat inside her and the cold water creating a wonderful sensation.
Maggie moaned, her spasms unable to stop when she reached her climax.
Twisting and unable to resist the demonic pleasures, the meat inside the corridor curls up as the scorching hot rod forcefully pummels it again and again.
A tingling current surged through her body, and water sprayed out from the orifice, crystal clear and slender, drenching Harold's throbbing dick...