Chapter 58 Waterbed

Her eyelashes fluttered rapidly, like butterfly wings in flight, with a tinge of redness in her eyes, as if she were about to cry.
Women's tears were both cunning and weapons.
But even a strong-hearted person like Harold could be softened by the teardrops falling from her eyes.
Harold didn't suspect anything between them.
He had immersed in the power struggle for many years, climbing to his position through patience and his own judgment. Maggie was straightforward in her thoughts.
He loosened his grip and held her tighter in his arms, "It's okay, why are you crying."
Maggie evaded his kiss and pouted, "You stood me up first, falsely accusing me and even pinching me."
Harold chuckled, his actions were cruel, and he twisted her peach-shaped buttocks, making them red and swollen. His palm then slipped inside her underwear, gently or heavily rubbing.
The sensation was too comfortable, the full and elastic flesh petals trembled with each touch.
Caressing made Harold's Adam's apple roll, his desire heightened, his breath as hot as rolling heat waves, "I serve you, okay?"
His towering figure made Maggie's flat shoes only reach his throat.
Approaching her with his imposing body, she had nowhere to escape and fell onto the soft stool for changing shoes.
Harold squatted between her legs, pulled aside her underwear, and wrapped his mouth around her tender private area, fiercely biting for half a minute, causing the swollen flesh pearl to congest.
The tingling itch electrified her scalp, filling her blood vessels. Maggie couldn't resist, weakly pounding his shoulder, pulling his thick, dark, and short hair, whimpering and moaning with a touch of tears, soft and glutinous, arousing pity.
At the height of desire, it sounded tender, as if not fully ripe, between the innocence of a young girl and the charm of a married woman. Her moans stimulated his desire for domination, his destructive cravings.
She was lifted up, with his arms wrapped around her waist.
Like a solid bronze wall, they stumbled into the bedroom separated by beaded curtains from the hallway. The pink wall lamp cast a dim and hazy light, with the central round bed enveloped in bright red drapes.
Her dress was blown away as if by a gust of wind, and Harold's tongue glided over her cleavage, fully focused on biting and nibbling her nipples. The pink areolas were soaked in saliva, resembling blooming flower buds, standing erect and swollen.
As the two rolled onto the bed, the mattress bounced up and down, creating a turbulent and restless wave, making them intensely hot.
He unbuckled the belt buckle, and a forbidden color gleamed in his dark eyes. "The room you booked?"
"Yes... um, yes..."
Maggie crawled, with Harold's scorching hot member pressed against her legs, and before she could finish speaking, he rudely thrust into her core.
Her pussy was wet from being licked, the friction of his dick rushing in and out sounded delightful.
Her soft waist was gripped by Harold, his abs rock hard, no longer holding back. The muscles in his shoulders and back tensed violently as he thrust.
The undulating waves of the water bed clashed with the rhythm of the man's pounding dick.
It relentlessly hammered into her tight, hot entrance, never pausing, never giving any respite.
The swollen, engorged head of his massive member pummeled into her deep, tight, and scorching-hot passage.
Every cell in her tunnel of pleasure burst into flames, screaming with ecstasy. Maggie screamed in pleasure, her breasts bouncing uncontrollably, and her cheekbones blushing a pink hue.
She was overwhelmed with pleasure, her mind drifting away.
Her ass was raised high, her pale and tender buttocks trembling with each thrust.
Her legs spread apart, revealing her wet and tight pussy, which tightly wrapped around the thick, pulsating purple veins of the man's cock. The muscles of her anal passage contracted and trembled along with her movements.
In Harold's crimson eyes, the sight was stimulating. He felt the flood of her passion and her tight pussy convulsing uncontrollably.
Unable to hold back any longer, he let out a low growl and ruthlessly pounded into the wet cavern between her thighs.
As she climaxed, Harold's muscular body was soaked, shouting her name while shooting forth a scorching stream of warmth.
The intense sensation shattered Maggie's consciousness, and she looked at him dazedly, "Inside, again!"
His rough fingertips grazed the tender lips and swollen flesh of her delicate pussy. It was slippery, and a few strands of diluted cum mixed with her arousal flowed out, causing Maggie to tremble uncontrollably.
He buried his head in her flushed and overflowing chest, gently kissing it. "It's so tight, even it wants to devour."
Maggie was too weak to argue, her chest heaving with lingering waves of pleasure.