Chapter 1410
Toby was thrilled, his excitement palpable as he searched for the source of the sound. Eventually, he pinpointed the origin: in the garden outside, he could vaguely make out the silhouettes of two people entwined and moving together.
The audacity of making love in the garden caused Toby's blood to boil, his penis straining painfully. As a young man brimming with hormones, he could scarcely withstand such a sight. He strained his eyes, trying to distinguish their features, but the distance, the night, and the trees cloaking them made it impossible. However, he was certain they were from the hotel, either guests or staff.
Fixated, Toby tried to discern their positions. One standing figure seemed to be a man, while the other, bent over, appeared to be a woman. The man was gripping the woman's hips and thrusting vigorously, the sound of their collision resonating clearly even to the second floor. It suggested the woman had a substantial backside, amplifying the sharp, resounding slaps.
The man's boldness astonished Toby; he marveled at how they weren't afraid of being seen from above. Licking his dry lips, he couldn't help but feel a tinge of envy. While he had experienced intimacy with Maddy, it was always within the confines of home or a classroom at school, never out in the open. Although he had suggested it to Maddy, she had declined, deeming it unsafe, which had left him deeply frustrated.
After watching for a while, Toby's body grew increasingly heated, the desire scorching through him. Observing others making love felt like a futile tease, offering neither satisfaction nor solace. Almost instinctively, he pulled out his phone and sent a text to Maddy, asking if she was awake, but received no response.
His intuition had been correct, and he smiled bitterly. It seemed that tonight held no opportunity for him. His gaze returned to the two figures below who were still engaged in their passionate act. Suddenly, a thought struck him—could those two be Maddy and Zane? The mere idea filled him with anger. The more he watched, the more the silhouettes resembled Zane and Maddy.
The man had been thrusting for at least ten minutes, each movement powerful and unrelenting. The intensity made Toby feel inadequate. Though he prided himself on his sexual prowess, he could manage such a rapid pace for only three minutes before climaxing. This man, however, had maintained it for over ten minutes without faltering. It was no wonder Maddy was reluctant to part ways with Zane; Toby's own abilities seemed lackluster in comparison.
At that moment, a boy emerged from the bathroom, looking drained and slightly dazed. Noticing Toby by the window, he grinned and said, "Toby, what are you looking at? Let me see too."
"Nothing, just a bug flying in," Toby replied, startled. He quickly closed the window, unwilling to let anyone witness Maddy and Zane's tryst.
"A bug flew in. God, what's the point of staring at the bug?" the guy chuckled as he climbed into bed. After masturbation, he was clearly tired and drifted off to sleep.
Sleep eluded Toby, the relentless sound of the rhythmic pounding haunting his ears. In his mind's eye, he envisioned Maddy with her full, perky butt, allowing Zane to thrust deeply into her vagina, her moans of pleasure filling the air. The man’s hips slapped against her buttocks, creating waves of sensual motion, and vaginal discharge trickled down from their point of union.
Toby's mind screamed in fury, his fists clenched tight. He could no longer endure the burning jealousy within him. He couldn't stand by while the woman he loved was claimed by another man; he had to reclaim her.
Rising quietly from his bed, he dressed, and slipped out the door. The hallway was silent in the dead of night, the only sound a faint buzz from the bug zapper, occasionally punctuated by a sharp zap of an insect meeting its end.
Toby hesitated, uncertainty gnawing at him. What would he do once he got there? Beat Zane to a pulp? That would surely get him expelled the next day. Plead for Maddy to leave Zane? That would only make her despise him more. Or perhaps join them in a threesome? The mere thought made him despise himself.
Maybe those two shadows weren't Zane and Maddy after all. While Maddy was indeed uninhibited, she was also cautious, never engaging in sex outdoors. This was the hotel garden, after all; she wouldn't risk such an encounter there. It was more likely to be hotel staff who felt secure in their familiar surroundings, bold enough to take such a gamble.
No matter what, he had to confirm his suspicions; otherwise, sleep would elude him that night. With a heart filled with unease, Toby slowly made his way downstairs.
Meanwhile, in the garden, Jillie and Kevin’s intergluteal sex had reached their orgasm.
Kevin held onto Jillie’s smooth, ample buttocks, thrusting his cock vigorously between her luscious cheeks, his hands slapping against her firm flesh, leaving it reddened with each contact. Jillie's suppressed moans filled the air, mingling with the distant sound of crickets and the rustling of leaves in the autumn breeze. The friction of his penis against her tight, soft flesh was pure bliss.
"Oh yes...Kevin...I can't..." Jillie gripped the chair's armrests tightly, her knuckles turning white from the strain. Beads of sweat dotted her forehead, and her face flushed with arousal, a far cry from her usual composed demeanor. Kevin's relentless fervor was overwhelming; she could feel his hot penis pounding between her cheeks without pause. She couldn’t tell how much time had passed, but it was undoubtedly longer than any session with her husband, making it difficult for her to withstand. Her legs were weak, and her buttocks, having endured countless thrusts, were tingling and numb. She feared she wouldn’t be able to walk back to her room.
Actually, this intergluteal sex position was almost indistinguishable from actual intercourse, at least from Toby's perspective. But Kevin, having learned his lesson, kept his penis thrusting vigorously between her buttocks, pulling back whenever the glans touched her labia. This teasing drove Jillie crazy. Every time her labia were touched, her vagina itched, and vaginal discharge flowed, making the area between her buttocks slick and Kevin's thrusts smoother.
Jillie felt a twinge of regret for having been so strict with Kevin earlier, as now she dared not make any move beyond the bounds of restraint. Her vagin burned with unfulfilled desire, and her vaginal discharge flowed freely. The very cock that could ease her desire was so close, yet it remained just beyond reach, hesitant to enter her. She was too embarrassed to ask Kevin to penetrate her, so she arched her ample buttocks back, lowering her waist to present her vagina in an open invitation. This stance signaled Jillie’s total abandonment of her modesty, exposing her last uncharted territory and silently awaiting that final moment of penetration.
However, Kevin failed to perceive Jillie’s subtle shift in demeanor. For him, the chance to have intergluteal sex with Jillie was already an unexpected boon; he dared not wish for more. He simply wanted to relish the pleasure of his large member being enveloped and squeezed by her plush buttocks. As Jillie raised her hips higher, he grew more cautious, fearing that a slip might lead to accidental vaginal penetration, unleashing Jillie’s unending wrath and, worse, alerting Audrey. That was an outcome he desperately wanted to avoid.
Thus, as Jillie pushed her buttocks backward, Kevin would instinctively withdraw, ensuring only half his cock ventured into her cleft. Whenever the glans accidentally grazed her labia, he would quickly retract, not daring to linger, leaving Jillie to tumble back into a chasm of yearning just after tasting a fleeting moment of pleasure. This left her inwardly fuming at Kevin’s cluelessness.
Despite her overt signals, Kevin remained oblivious. Was he exacting some form of revenge upon her? Perhaps she had indeed gone too far earlier. But what could she do in such a scenario? She couldn’t possibly plead with him outright, as that would render her even more audacious than Maddy. Biting her lip, she endured the ever-intensifying internal heat, knowing that soon she might discard all pretense of dignity. She would beg like a desperate woman, and penetration would become an inevitable conclusion.
Toby reached the first floor, seeing the empty front desk. The staff were probably asleep or with their lovers. Thinking of the two figures in the garden, he felt nervous and quickly walked to the door. But as he stepped onto the stairs leading to the garden, he stopped. What if those two were really Zane and Maddy? Could he pretend not to see? If he caused a scene, would he still have a chance with Maddy? Maybe he should go back to sleep.
But he was already on the first floor. He couldn't resist checking. If it was Maddy and Zane, he'd walk away and never be sincere with Maddy again. If not, he could sleep peacefully.
Finally, he made up his mind. He decided to take a glance at the garden from a distance. If it turned out to be Maddy and Zane, he would turn away and never again be sincere with Maddy. If it wasn't them, he could at least sleep soundly tonight.
Toby walked down the stairs, heading to the garden. Suddenly, a voice behind him said, "Toby, why aren't you asleep yet?"
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