Chapter 33 Continued Intimacy

Her buttocks were as smooth and round as jade, resembling a pile of snow or crimson fat, rippling like spring water. Crimson flames surged in Harold's eyes as he passionately thrust forward, causing waves to surge and ripples to form at the point of contact.
His dick penetrated her tight entrance, giving her a strong sense of being pierced and possessed.
A large amount of liquid gushed out from her orifice as she meekly pleaded, "It's too deep, could you please go a bit gentler?"
The flesh walls became even wetter and tighter, making Harold's coccyx tingle and heat rush to his head. His brows furrowed with a grimace as he hissed and panted, thrusting nonstop. The splashing water engulfed the dim lights, as well as his eyes.
Harold suppressed the urge to ejaculate and gradually pulled his dick out from her delicate and tender flesh. He picked up Maggie, who was now limp on the shore, and leaned her against the floor-to-ceiling window.
The private swimming pool of Hongu River was adjacent to the bustling Camphor Avenue, with vehicles flowing by and thousands of sunbeams pouring in.
The glass was one-sided, and Maggie was unaware of it. The feeling of shame from being naked caused her to panic and tremble. Harold's broad and sturdy body felt scorching like a steel plate that had been tempered for one hundred days, imprisoning her. He lifted one of her legs and forcefully thrust his massive and aggressive member into her overflowing hole.
"Ah... Not here..."
Her passage was filled by the swollen rod, and Maggie, feeling both sensitive and ashamed, could almost hear her ears bleeding. Her back was pressed against the cold glass, and the sounds of car horns and people in the street like an illusory phantom.
She was so shocked. The flesh of her orifice tightened, resisting the thrusts and resisting the man who persisted in going shallow and deep, as if it were a matter of life and death.
Harold's scalp tingled from the pressure, and a muffled roar erupted from his throat. His arms encircled her fragile body, his well-built muscles bulging with strength, prominent veins pulsating on his skin.
Thick, white semen sprayed onto her lower abdomen, spurting for dozens of seconds. Exhausted, Maggie nestled in his embrace, and Harold wrapped her in a towel. "Maggie, I'll take you home."
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Nick wasn't there, so Harold drove the car.
Maggie's underwear and pants were too wet to wear, and her sweater dress felt empty. Harold's driving skills were smooth, allowing her to sit in the passenger seat, feeling drowsy.
Her ex-husband, Matt, and his group of rich kids often went to the Rocky Mountains to race on the winding mountain roads. They would modify their cars into sports cars and perform various difficult maneuvers even at the verge of the speed limit, showing their passion for speed and excitement.
They didn't behave any differently in the downtown area, simply paying off fines and tickets with their wealth.
Whenever Maggie rode in his car, she would be on edge, with her heart in her throat.
The car parked at an intersection, the passion having cooled down. A serious expression seeped onto Harold's face, an unconscious professional mask. He tore apart a new cigarette wrapper, "Maggie, are you hungry?"
Maggie gazed at him, her voice somewhat hoarse, "You haven't eaten yet?"
He exhaled a wisp of smoke towards the window, his hand resting on the windowsill. The wind blew the smoke outside, so it didn't reach her. "No."
"Are you picky? There's only a pasta restaurant nearby." She had just moved here not long ago; the Magnolia TV Station had a cafeteria, convenient for three meals a day, and she hadn't eaten at any nearby restaurants.
Maggie led him into an Italian pasta restaurant, the dining area tidy.
Being close to the coast, seafood noodles were common in Washington D.C.
Harold didn't have high food requirements, stumbling upon this place while favoring noodles.
He had previously been the president of the City Municipal Government for a two-year term, going to the grassroots to understand public sentiment, making a splash, eating and lodging with village residents, navigating the situation, never putting on any official airs.
He didn't mind the cramped and noisy club, and Maggie didn't have anything to say either. They chose a seat closer to the inside; she folded a napkin and wiped the table twice.
The two sat facing each other as the pasta was brought to the table. Maggie's gaze locked onto a row of canned beverages and wines displayed on the wall for sale, unable to look away for a long time.
Harold noticed, "What do you want to drink?"
She came back to her senses, "Just some soup."
His amusement was evident, "Feel free, okay? Go ahead and get it."
Certain that she desired it, Maggie found it hard to hide anymore. She had the owner bring a bottle of Eminor wine.
Harold glanced at it, "Wine?"
Maggie had no intentions of opening the bottle, "My father loved to drink it. Since he's no longer here, I thought I'd buy a bottle when I came across it."
Eminor wine was quite common in the Southern City of S, but Radiant City was located in the north, making it difficult to come by.
It held a meaning for Maggie; her childhood had been blissful and warm. Her mother had a gentle and considerate personality, while her father was humble and polite.