Chapter 41: Doggy Style, Climax, Loss of Control

As the pleasure surged, it felt as if my brain momentarily went blank.
The icy touch awakened Monica's wandering consciousness. She took a breath and moved her ankle, finally freeing her whole body from the trembling numbness.
Steven put on a condom and lifted her up from the ground, pressing her against the mirror from behind, and inserted a leg in between hers. The wet and hot inner walls, having experienced two orgasms, made it easy for the penis to enter.
Monica had no strength to resist and obediently let him penetrate deep into her, his hard and swollen glands forcefully hitting the wet and hot flesh at its core, sending sharp waves of pleasure through her body.
Sweet moans flowed from her lips as she weakly supported herself against the mirror. Her body began to tremble involuntarily, her waist and abdomen tightening as she continuously swallowed and clenched the fully filled passage of her vagina.
"It feels so full," she subconsciously whimpered, her breath in disarray. "Ah... it's all the way inside..."
The deep thrusting made her unconsciously twist her body, unsure whether she wanted to accommodate or escape. The soft and round flesh of her buttocks rubbed against his abdominal muscles, creating a wet and slippery area.
Steven held onto her waist and thrust inward, causing a loud splashing sound.
"Does it feel good?"
Monica bit her lip and whimpered, refusing to answer.
He pulled down her skirt's zipper, removed the fabric, and the mirror reflected her snow-white shoulders and the lacy bra that enveloped her plump and tender breasts, which swayed and trembled with her movements, like whipped cream being stirred.
Unhooking the clasp, slipping off the shoulder straps, he placed his palm on her brightly red nipple and gave it a teasing slap before tightening his fingers, kneading the soft flesh.
It didn't take long for him to elicit short moans from her.
Monica sat in his lap, leaning against his chest, continuously jolted upwards by his thrusts. Her legs subconsciously wanted to close together but were separated by his knee, exposing the decadent image of her intertwined legs more clearly in the mirror in front of them.
"Baby," Steven raised his hips and slowly thrust, gently biting her neck.
"Look at the mirror, look at what we're doing."
Monica looked dazedly ahead, where their bodies were connected. The thick and hard penis stretched the small, wet, and red entrance, pulling in and out. The bulging column disappeared into her deepest core with each movement he made.
This extremely erotic scene made her body feel even hotter.
He suddenly thrust harder, causing Monica to lean forward and weakly rest against the mirror. The hot breath from her red lips fogged up the smooth surface, creating a hazy mist that obscured her passion-filled expression, arousing curiosity while half-concealing her beauty like a seductive figure.
"It's so cold..." she whimpered, her skin trembling from the cold.
Soon, he held her again, pulling her in, and her back was pressed against his warm and solid chest, her heart pounding violently.
From behind and then from on top, the penis directly penetrated her cervix.
Although Steven didn't use much force, Monica found it difficult to endure. She tried to climb up, supporting herself with her hands on his legs.
However, her whole body felt weak and powerless.
Just as she managed to raise her waist slightly and let go of a small part of the penis, her trembling waist gave out and she fell back heavily, swallowing the entirety of the organ again, letting out a deep cry.
He wrapped his arms around her tightly and continued in this position, posture lifted waist constantly topped, eyes always falling on the mirror, capturing every detail of her passionate expression.
The sound of thrusting water rang clear and crisp, and Monica was quickly brought to climax, with fluids spraying and splashing on the mirror.
She leaned against him in a daze, panting, and Steven kissed her cheek a few times before pulling out his member. His thick and long member remained erect, without any signs of going soft.
He carried her to the edge of the bed, positioning her in a kneeling posture, and entered her from behind.
Compared to before, this position made it easier for him to exert force. As a result, Steven's thrusting became unrestrained, almost completely pressing her down, rapidly and deeply pounding.
"It's too intense... Ahh... Be gentle..." Monica bit her sheets, moaning incessantly. Her slender body became covered in a thin layer of sweat, and her legs were so weak that she could barely kneel.
"I can't be gentle." His tone was ruthless as his fingers repeatedly caressed her beautiful spine.
He forcefully thrust his waist, pounding her wet and soft entrance, sucking on his member, arousing a bone-deep tingling pleasure.
Steven heavily gasped, unable to hold back as he increased his intensity. The intense slapping sounds echoed in the quiet room, accompanied by her intermittent crying and gasping, igniting a burning desire.
After a few strokes, Monica couldn't take it anymore.
With teary eyes, she cursed at him, but after he forcefully pounded her twice, she humiliated herself and begged him to stop, calling him "brother."
She was pitiful yet cute.
As he continued deep penetration and forceful thrusts, the pleasant soreness in the depths of her core continued to swell.
It felt as if she were constantly being filled with water inside a balloon, heavily weighing down on her, on the verge of bursting.
Monica panicked, desperately trying to suppress her urge, but when she attempted to tighten her lower abdomen, she unintentionally made him let out a soft "sigh".
His hand landed on her buttocks with a slap.
"I don't want to...," she cried intermittently, "Stop... I... Ahh..."
"Baby, do you need to pee?" Steven's hand reached the little fleshy bead hidden in her flower petals, soothingly coaxing her with a gentle tone, "It's okay, don't hold it back, just let it out here."
How could Monica do such a thing?
She vigorously shook her head and crawled forward with all her strength, but she was quickly caught and his member was once again embedded in her wet and soft entrance, forcefully teasing her.
The intense sound of thrusting water resounded once again as Steven firmly thrust into her entrance, hitting the sensitive folds deep within her core, vigorously grinding with the head of his member.
At the same time, his fingertips manipulated and toyed with her clitoris, stimulating it with flicks and pinches, tormenting Monica to the point where she almost completely lost control. Her face buried in the crook of her arm, she cried incessantly, completely abandoning her dignity and pride, incoherently begging for what he wanted to hear, as long as it could make him show mercy.
"... Not... too hard... brother... Steven... it's so ticklish... it's going to break..."
"Be gentle... be gentle... please, brother... I can't take it anymore... don't hit there... please, please!"
Her moans abruptly stopped.
Right at that point.
"Crack!"
The stretched-to-the-limit balloon burst, and a certain string in her mind snapped.
Monica could no longer control herself, crying out in orgasm. Her entrance clenched around his member, spraying liquid, and at the same time, her tiny urethra was also being stimulated by the pounding.
She opened the valve, but she couldn't hold it in anymore. The liquid flowed out, trembling, and splashing in arcs, accompanied by her rapid breaths.
It was like an explosive release, completely uncontrollable.
"Baby, you're amazing," Steven continued stimulating her swollen clit, rewarding her with kisses on her ear. "Does it feel good? Would you like to pee a little more?"
Monica's legs trembled, she tilted her head, crying and whimpering.
Just when the flow of urine was about to stop, he coaxed and pinched her, causing her to involuntarily release a small stream of warm liquid.
A complete loss of bladder control.
She collapsed in his arms, tears streaming down her face, her body trembling with every touch.
She thought he would force her to continue urinating and sobbed, "Don't touch... please... I can't do it anymore..."
Steven turned her face towards him and kissed her, laughing softly. "You're so good."
He brushed away the sweat-soaked hair from her forehead and resumed his movements.
After orgasm, her tender vagina tightened even more, not to mention how pleasurable she felt. He was having some difficulty thrusting due to the tight squeeze. He thrust a few more times with a taut waist and abdomen, gasping, and ejaculated.
The room gradually returned to silence, only the chaotic sounds of their breaths intertwining, immersed in the ecstasy of sexual climax.
It took at least five or six minutes for Monica to slowly descend from the clouds, regaining her consciousness and control over her body. The post-orgasmic weakness swept over her whole body, making it difficult for her to distinguish between reality and fantasy.
It was incredibly debauched.
"Was it good?" Steven asked as her gaze became clearer, pinching her cheek.
Returning to calmness from the intense climax, Monica realized belatedly what had happened. She couldn't believe it, tears filling her eyes almost instantly, unable to imagine that she had actually lost control and wet herself.
Moreover, just a moment ago, she had been pleasured to the point of urinating.
"...Steven!" She grabbed a pillow beside her and weakly threw it at him, her voice filled with embarrassment and shyness. "You pervert! Go to hell! I don't want to see you anymore!"