Chapter 4 Siren

Maggie started crying again, with an unsatisfied sob, her delicate cries mingled with pained, soft moans. The slender white legs were entangled together.
The pink vagina, however, remained exposed to the air, like a tender baby's mouth, eagerly seeking something to suck on...
Harold could hold it anymore, reacting instantly.
A vein dilated along his forehead, throbbing slightly, as if set ablaze by a hot pepper, his manhood growing harder and harder.
He told himself that he must go now, from Hall A to Hall B, avoiding his government colleagues, only to steal a moment of pleasure.
Whether by chance or by someone's intentional hand, they had sent this seductive and alluring Medusa to entice him.
It hit him like a powerful drug straight to the chest.
He moved, reaching for the belt on her wrist.
As his eyes lifted, he saw her face, filled with sensuality and innocence, and her trembling breasts, as soft as tofu.
But his gaze then lowered to her glistening and inviting cunt.
He pondered silently that he should not give her any opportunity. One misstep and everything would be ruined. The belt tied in a knot was not containing her sensual desires, but rather his. Maggie sensed someone approaching. She was completely under the influence of drugs, twisting and grinding her hips against his trousers. "Mmm, ah..." as soon as she broke free from the restraints, she grabbed his hand and pressed it against herself, pleading, "Please, put it in, please..."
His eyes stung intensely, his throat dry, as he uttered in a low, husky voice, "Stay here. I'll call an ambulance for you."
She forcefully shook her head, crying, "I don't want the ambulance. Please, just help me. It's so itchy down there."
He was already being guided by her hand, feeling her incredibly wet and slippery flesh. It was as if she was tempting him to grind against her, leading him into sin. With delicate breaths and alluring beauty, the woman murmured, "Put it in, please, whatever you want."
He curled his fingers and his knuckles brushed against her clitoris, causing Maggie to moan, "Ah," in a soft and tender voice that was seductive and bone-melting.
Harold's desire surged like a terrifying storm, and he covered her mouth, saying, "No screaming allowed."
Having said that, he inserted two fingers into her, sliding smoothly into her tightness. His fingers were long and finely shaped, with calloused fingertips, and as they teased certain spots, she trembled uncontrollably.
Her knees gripped his arm, and she sobbed, "Not enough, not enough, I want more."
From somewhere, the man took out a piece of mint candy. With numerous government meetings preventing him from smoking, the refreshing taste of mint candy stimulated his senses and kept him alert.
He leaned down, pulling out his hand and gripping the candy between his fingers, then pushed it deeper inside her. The intense heat quickly dissolved it.
Inside her cunt, cold and hot sensations alternated repeatedly, driving Maggie crazy as if she had touched a lightning bolt during a thunderstorm.
Her entire being was on the verge of shattering and falling apart. Her buttocks moved uncontrollably, and she sobbed wildly, her juices splattering and squirting out, experiencing intense pleasure.
Harold couldn't move away in time, and it sprayed all over him, sticking to his chest, neck, and even his lips and prominent nose, shimmering and glistening.
...
Maggie lost all consciousness, lying limp and numb on the bed. However, the man's private part was swollen to the extreme, his robust chest resembling a layer of fiery red wax, and the veins on his neck pulsating vigorously. He wiped away the moisture from his lips, grasped her ankles, and flipped her over so that her round and perky buttocks were exposed, exposing her shy anus. The small hole and the panting fan never stopped.
One hand could press down on Maggie's waist, but the force was fierce, as if it wanted to break her.
Harold had a touch of violent cruelty deep within him. Desire burned fiercely, but he was reluctant to release the wild heat. He forcefully poked at her thigh, separated by his trousers. Maggie whimpered in pain. Using both her hands and feet, she crawled to the side. Harold's eyes turned red and he pulled down his zipper.
She instinctively looked back and saw that his dick was well endowed, which was hard, thick, and bent, with several thick veins pulsing.
"Close your eyes." With his thumb, he pried open a secluded hole in the small hole without waiting for Maggie's reaction, and forcefully thrust himself inside.
The soft flesh tightened around him, almost choking his rationality.
Harold's throat let out a hoarse and seductive muffled roar. After just that one thrust, deep and forceful, Maggie was in so much pain that she couldn't find her voice.
But her body was more honest than her senses, and she couldn't help but reach climax again, her lower abdomen uncontrollably convulsing and contracting.
Harold's chest heaved violently, and he twitched twice. "You certainly know a lot."
That mouth below could spray and entwine.
His features were deep and his masculinity very pronounced.
At this moment, there was a hint of ferocity, and he grabbed her waist and began thrusting forcefully.
A series of footsteps rapidly approached from the end of the corridor. The sound of leather shoes hitting the ground made a chilling thud, and eventually stopped outside a wall. Someone turned the doorknob and then banged on the door, shouting, "Is there someone inside? Why can't I get in! Is this really the room that Mr. Williams arranged for me?" Maggie recognized this familiar voice and suddenly regained her senses, while Harold behind her became more alert. The debauchery and passion in their eyes instantly disappeared.