Chapter 52: Against the Wall

Monica hung weakly on Steven's body, her cheek against his shoulder, her gaze hazy and her breath rapid.
The intense movements made her sweat a lot, strands of hair stuck to her skin, her ample soft breasts pressed against his solid chest, deforming and rubbing against him with each breath, creating an itchy and numbing sensation.
He was hard everywhere, truly detestable.
Holding her, Steven took another step, thrusting his swollen penis forcefully into her vagina, abruptly swiping across a sensitive fold. Monica could only manage to let out a sound before her whole body trembled as if electrocuted, and she involuntarily tightened her legs wrapped around his waist, sobbing and panting.
'... I can't take it anymore...'
He stopped, holding her buttocks and lifting her up a bit, then kissed her neck and asked, 'Don't what? Don't do it here?'
All she knew was to pant in bewilderment, 'Please... don't move...' 'How can you make love without moving?'
He bit her neck, laughing, 'That seems a bit difficult.'
Steven pulled out his penis, carried her a few steps, pressed her against the wall, and thrust back in. 'Is this okay?' he gently moved, softly asking her, 'Do you still want it?'
The wet sound of her vagina being squeezed out could be heard as Monica's back started to feel numb, and she softly gasped, 'I still want it...' 'Good.'
He gradually increased the intensity, quickly controlling the rhythm, fiercely thrusting hard and fast, shattering all the moans that came out of her mouth.
Leaning against the cold wall, with his hot chest in front of her, a double attack, Monica had no way to retreat or dodge, she could only tightly hold onto him, forced to accept all of his movements. His penis was already long, easily able to penetrate deeply with the help of gravity, entering her cervix without much effort.
She couldn't handle being penetrated so deeply each time, tears never ceased, her legs trembling against his waist, orgasm after orgasm consuming her, making her feel like she was about to die.
Steven kissed her cheek, softly soothing her, 'Baby, after we go back, let's meet every day, okay?'
Monica was deeply immersed in desire, completely unable to attend to respond to Steven’s question. She could sense that he was saying something but her brain was too fogged.
Monica grabbed on to his shoulder, with a moist redness at the corner of her eye, wanting to hide under his waist but lacking the strength, her whole body sinking heavily, hitting the hard and solid head straight in the deepest part, emitting a trembling sobbing gasp.
It was late at night, and outside the window was silent, with only a small lamp lit at the bedside of the room, the dim light spreading out, like expanding water ripples, slowly becoming lighter at the wall.
The intense sound of thrusting water rang out, mixed with her intermittent low cries and moans, weaving into a seductive rhythm of desire in the room, ambiguous and sensual.
Pleasure is always mutual, and after Monica was sprayed by him again, Steven felt a stronger tingling sensation in his lower back, gritting his teeth and panting softly, "Baby, call me."
She had long been lost in the pleasure, whimpering and calling out to her brother and husband, he blocked her lips, entangled her tongue, and kissed her affectionately, "Do you want your husband to ejaculate for you?"
"Yes... ejaculate quickly..."
He exerted force in his waist and suddenly thrust hard, his glans directly penetrating her cervix, smashing a chorus of splashing water. Her tender pussy tightly squeezed, as if it wanted to squeeze out the semen from the small eye at the top.
He breathed heavily, gritted his teeth and groaned, and shot everything into her, tightly tightening his waist and abdomen.
The confusing desire gradually subsided, and the room returned to silence. The two sweaty bodies embraced each other, breathing slowly back to reality from the climax.
After Steven finished, he was still clingy, holding her and kissing her, lingeringly kissing her cheeks, nose, and forehead, licking away the tears that hadn't dried in her eyes, soothing her in a hoarse voice.
Monica enjoyed this intimate tenderness afterwards, getting more and more dependent on him in a daze, letting him carry her to the bathroom.
As a result, they did it again in the bathroom.
Monica didn't know why Steven could get hard so quickly.
The hot water from the shower poured on their bodies.
He was originally wiping her, but the friction and collision of their naked bodies ignited sparks of desire, and they slowly started to kiss and entangle with each other.
After turning off the water, he wrapped a towel around himself and went outside to get a condom.
When he came back, he pressed her on the sink and penetrated her again.
In the end, the towel on the sink was wet, not knowing if it was her fluids or the water from the bathroom.
The next morning, Steven was awakened on time by the alarm clock. He turned his head and saw the person sleeping soundly next to him. He touched her cheek and couldn't help but lean down for a shallow kiss.
Monica felt something bothering her in her sleep, frowned and hummed, and randomly waved her hand to drive it away, but he caught her fingers and kissed them gently.
The intimate playfulness came to a temporary end. He got out of bed, washed and tidied up neatly.
After everything was done, he looked back at the person on the bed and then quietly closed the door and left.
The morning air was clear, and the wind carried the morning dew, refreshing the spirit and bringing a slight coolness that could be felt in every breath, making one feel rejuvenated.
As Steven walked out of the elevator and was about to go towards the entrance, he saw a young man coming in from outside.
He was walking with a gentle demeanor, a heavy camera hanging around his neck, and flipping through the photos in the camera while walking, with a focused and serious expression, as if he had just come back from taking pictures.
There weren't many people in the hotel lobby in the morning, with some tourists...
The guests set off early in the morning and gathered in small groups outside the door, chatting while waiting for the car to arrive.
The receptionist at the front desk yawned heavily in the empty lobby, and the sound of water in the artificial rock pool seemed particularly clear.
Steven slowed down his pace when he saw a man walking straight towards the elevator, but he didn't think of avoiding him and continued walking.
Lawrence was engrossed in looking at the photos he had just taken, occasionally glancing at the ground.
Suddenly, he was caught off guard when a shadow covered his vision. He immediately stopped and moved to the side, but it was too late. Their shoulders collided, forcing them both to stop.
"Sorry," Lawrence put down his camera, "I didn't watch where I was going, I'm sorry."
"It's okay," Steven casually replied, brushing his shoulder and walking ahead as if he didn't care about the incident.
Lawrence gently rubbed his slightly sore shoulder and looked back, but the man's tall figure had disappeared at the entrance of the hotel.
It's strange, he seems familiar somehow.