Chapter 1792
"Wow!"
Kevin inserted his penis into Cynthia's vaginal opening, feeling the glans rubbing against the soft and slippery folds of her vagina. The stimulation and pleasure excited him immensely, causing a sudden urge to ejaculate with each deep thrust of his cock.
He had to tightly clench his anus, holding back the semen like holding in pee. This was his first time making love with Cynthia, and he couldn't let her think he was inferior to Edgar. Sleeping with a married woman was like having a competitor waiting to be surpassed. If Edgar were skilled in this area, Cynthia wouldn't have been so easily won over.
Cynthia writhed her hips, matching the rhythm of Kevin's penis thrusts. Her thighs tensed, lifting her waist, guiding his cock into her vagina. Their bodies pressed together, with her thick mons pubis rubbing against Kevin's hips, their pubic hair entwined.
In truth, Cynthia's husband, Edgar, performed well in bed. Despite being in his forties, he was still vigorous, satisfying her to the brink of ecstasy. Physically, they both had their strengths; Kevin's penis was slightly longer, but that was about it. Cynthia wasn't the type to be swayed by a man's size alone, unable to detach herself from Kevin's large member.
More importantly, it was the emotional release she needed. She needed to vent, to seek revenge, to indulge in her suppressed emotions. After so many years with her husband, they had built a stable emotional bond. But now, discovering Edgar's betrayal, how could she not feel hurt or angry? With too many concerns to confront her husband, divorce seemed impossible. This was her way of expressing dissatisfaction.
Kevin's entire body pressed against Cynthia's delicate frame, flattening her breasts. His cock continued its forceful thrusts, swaying his hips from side to side, burying his cock deep into Cynthia's cervix. Her vagina was completely conquered by him, symbolizing the complete surrender of this alluring mature woman's body.
After thrusting for a while, Kevin sat up, holding Cynthia's thighs at the base, his lower abdomen hitting her pubic bone with each forceful thrust. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room as he relentlessly penetrated her cervix. Her vaginal discharge increased, leaving her nether regions in disarray.
It seemed Cynthia, like Alissa, had a sensitive vagina, with a scent of red wine in her vaginal discharge.
At this point, Kevin abandoned finesse for brute force, thrusting vigorously. After holding back all night, this was the moment.
The high-speed motion soon became too much for Cynthia. Her moans filled the room as her body trembled intensely. While her sex life with her husband was satisfyingly intense, Edgar's age prevented him from matching this astonishing frequency of thrusts. Only a young man like Kevin could unleash such explosive power.
"Ah, Kevin! I can't take it anymore," Cynthia couldn't contain the overwhelming pleasure. Her face twisted in agony as her vagina was filled and emptied repeatedly, her labia majora flipped back and forth by the thrusting penis. The friction had turned the sticky fluid in their union into white foam, and her inner thighs were reddened from the intense friction.
Next door, a similar scene of passionate lovemaking unfolded, but with more participants. Albert, holding Lily's ample buttocks, couldn't last more than a few thrusts before climaxing at her moans. Carl, hearing the escalating sounds of pleasure from the neighboring room, felt challenged. He re-engaged, vigorously thrusting Lily, eager to outperform the man next door.
The two men silently competed through the wall. Carl was skilled, lasting twice as long as Albert, but he couldn't match Kevin's stamina. The pace set by Kevin quickened, and soon Carl lost control, climaxing as he thrust into Lily's cervix, then collapsing on her back, panting heavily.
Listening to the continued moans next door, Carl felt frustrated. That guy was too intense. Even with both him and Albert, they couldn't outlast him. Even Lily, her heart aflutter, fantasized about being taken by the man next door, her vagina pulsating.
"Damn it, Albert, if you don't try again, I won't believe it. We can't be beaten by one guy," Carl said, refusing to accept defeat.
"I can't, I can't get hard again," Albert said helplessly. "Maybe they have three people over there too."Lily got up, her breasts swaying as she spoke enviously, "Their sounds haven't stopped. It must be a man and a woman. Are you guys coming or not? If not, I'm going to take a shower."
"Come on, I'm not done yet," Carl pounced again, embracing Lily's voluptuous body, kissing and caressing her wildly. He had her use her mouth to help him get hard. After all, he worked out regularly, and his physical condition was much better than Albert's. Soon, his cock was erect, and he had Lily bend over, thrusting into her from behind with fervor.
Albert also approached, grabbing Lily's breasts, but his ears caught the sounds from next door. The more he listened, the more uneasy he felt. The woman's voice sounded like Cynthia's, but that seemed unlikely. How could Cynthia be in a place like this, especially right next door?
Thinking about Cynthia standing him up that night, he felt disappointed. While Lily was flirtatious, she couldn't compare to Cynthia in any aspect. If only he could make love to Cynthia once. Hearing the moans from next door, he suddenly had an idea. He guided his cock into Lily's mouth, and she instinctively began to pleasure him. With his eyes closed, he moved his hips, imagining it was Cynthia's mouth he was in, feeling a surge of excitement.
The mature woman and the young man on the bed moved like two intertwined worms. Kevin's slightly dark skin pressed against Cynthia's voluptuous naked body. With each deep penetration of his thick, hot cock into her vagina, Cynthia let out a seductive moan. Vaginal discharge splattered at their union, as Kevin's relentless thrusts caused Cynthia's vagina to produce more fluid. Each thrust pushed his entire length into her, almost fitting both testicles inside.
"Ah, ah, ah, Kevin, I can't take it, I'm going to die," Cynthia bit her lip, feeling Kevin's glans pounding against her cervix, making her weak and helpless. It had been a long time since she felt this overwhelming pleasure. While her husband's actions were intense, the lack of novelty and excitement made Kevin's tireless thrusts more exhilarating.
However, even Kevin struggled to sustain the continuous high-frequency thrusts. Soon, fatigue set in. His leg and waist muscles trembled, sweat streaming down his face, chest, and abdomen. Panting heavily, he looked at Cynthia beneath him, now almost unconscious, feeling an indescribable sense of accomplishment.
He lay beside Cynthia, and she turned her body to face him, both lying on their sides. Cynthia lifted one leg onto Kevin's shoulder, and he caressed her smooth, silky thigh, kissing her foot with his mouth. Then, he inserted one leg between Cynthia's legs, creating a cross-legged position, and slowly inserting his glans into her vagina. This sideways insertion was challenging, but with a large penis like Kevin's, it stayed in place.
Kevin thrust his hips forward, slowly inserting his cock into Cynthia's vagina in this sideways position, offering a fresh sensation compared to frontal or rear entry. He held Cynthia's raised thigh like a pillar, thrusting vigorously into her vagina. Despite the awkward appearance, their crossed legs allowed for deeper penetration, reaching further into the uterus, intensifying the sensation of his cock swelling and pulsating, almost piercing the uterus.
"Ah!" Cynthia couldn't help but moan as Kevin thrust deeply, reaching a spot her husband had never reached. Her entire uterus convulsed and contracted, and vaginal discharge gushed out like a fountain.
Kevin continued thrusting, savoring Cynthia's body. Each deep penetration made her vagina spasm and pull his penis deeper, intensifying his excitement. His cock began to swell and throb, the desire to ejaculate building.
Unable to resist the intense stimulation, Kevin quickly changed positions, having Cynthia lower her silky thigh from his shoulder. Their intimate parts remained connected as they shifted into a sideways twist, with Kevin's body pressing against hers from the front again. Cynthia raised her legs, forming an "M" shape, with her knees almost touching her breasts, fully exposing the inner thighs and mons pubis.
He plunged his cock deep into Cynthia's vagina once more, watching as vaginal discharge gushed out like a fountain with each thrust.
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