Chapter 386 Thirsty
Under the moonlight, Charles pulled his fingers back, a bit surprised that even in the throes of climax, Diana hadn't woken up.
His eyes were dark with desire, and he licked his lips as he spread her legs wider with both hands.
His handsome face lowered to her soft inner thighs, and he began to lick her wet entrance.
His thin lips were coated with her glistening fluids, which he licked up with his tongue.
His prominent nose brushed against her clit, sending Diana to the peak of pleasure.
Even in her sleep, Diana cried and panted, making her seem even more vulnerable and enticing.
Charles straightened up, giving her a brief respite.
But soon, his large hand enveloped Diana's limp one, guiding it to grasp his throbbing penis.
His lips pressed into a thin line, his Adam's apple bobbing as he moved her hand quickly up and down.
His large head oozed more slick fluid, making the motion smooth and fast, producing a wet sound.
The veins on his purple-red shaft throbbed as he used Diana's hand to vigorously rub his head, her neatly trimmed nails digging in.
Finally, he let out a muffled groan, thick, hot semen spurting out, the overwhelming pleasure making him tilt his head back, his body shivering, his skin trembling slightly.
He exhaled deeply, taking a moment before flipping Diana over.
Her slender legs were spread apart, feet bent on the bed. Charles grabbed a pillow, propping up her hips.
Her lower body was raised high, fully exposed. He looked down at her small opening.
What was once pink had turned a deep red from the earlier activity. Her clit was swollen, slightly protruding.
With each breath, her entrance contracted and relaxed, looking desperately empty.
Diana's consciousness was lost in a Cthulhu-like erotic dream, her real body being played with at will.
After admiring her for a moment, Charles brought her legs together, sliding his large erection between her thighs, fitting snugly into her outer lips.
He thrust hard, his rough shaft rubbing her thighs red and wet, her engorged clit knocked about.
Diana's body shook with the intense thrusts, her body rising with each impact.
When her head hit the headboard, she could no longer move, her weak legs clamping around his shaft.
The friction of her soft flesh sent shivers of pleasure through her, making her moan in a daze, her hips moving with his hard shaft.
"No, get away!"
In her dream, the tentacle monster was also pushing its appendages into her, the intensity making it impossible to escape.
Her vagina automatically secreted a large amount of clear, sticky fluid, splashing with each thrust.
Feeling her legs trembling on his shoulders, Charles increased his pace, his rough head hitting her clit.
The speed quickly brought Diana to climax, her mouth letting out unconscious cries, her calves twitching, toes curling, a rush of hot fluid pouring from her.
"Feels good? How about we do this every day?"
Charles panted, speaking as he circled her ankle with his hand, noticing it was bare. He turned his head, biting her as punishment.
"Next time, I'll get you another anklet. That way, no matter where you go, I can find you."
Diana's eyes stayed shut, her breathing rapid, her face flushed and damp with sweat, her naked body glistening with perspiration.
Seeing her like this, Charles' recently spent erection grew harder, thrusting with renewed vigor, the room filling with the sound of wet flesh slapping.
Her post-orgasm body was even more sensitive, Diana's mouth letting out indistinguishable whimpers.
After countless thrusts, Charles' gaze locked on Diana's flushed face, his semen spurting onto her swollen, red entrance.
The intense pleasure made his body tremble, the sensation washing over every nerve. He had to tilt his sweat-drenched face to the air conditioning to regain some clarity.
It felt so good.
Like a man wandering a barren desert, parched for a long time, suddenly finding water, taking a few sips but still feeling unsatisfied, far from quenched.
The long-dormant beast within him had broken free, and he wanted more.
Charles came to his senses, looking down at his fluid-coated erection, circling Diana's red lips.
"This time, with your mouth."
Without waiting for a response, he pinched her nose.
After a few seconds, Diana instinctively opened her mouth to breathe, and he seized the opportunity, gripping her jaw and sliding his penis in.
Since she was asleep, her mouth didn't open wide enough, only accommodating his thick head, but that was enough.
He thrust his hips, hitting her soft, trembling tongue, the pain from her teeth adding to his excitement.
Her tongue went numb from the thrusts, Diana shaking her head in confusion, trying to escape the rough assault, but her face and mouth were firmly held, forced to endure the torment.
The swollen, engorged penis was enveloped by her warm, wet mouth. Looking down, he could see Diana's serene, soft sleeping face beneath him.
Charles' pleasure soared, the electric sensation hitting every inch of his skin, his blood boiling, desperate for more, to release.
His penis swelled in her mouth, thrusting deeper, the force increasing, saliva splattering.
When Diana's face turned red and purple from lack of air, he suddenly thrust deep, releasing a large load of semen down her throat.
Her throat convulsed, swallowing most of it, only a little spilling from the corners of her mouth, looking lewd and obscene.
The immense satisfaction enveloped Charles. He stood, casually adjusting his clothes.
He then lifted the still-trembling Diana, carrying her to the bathroom.
The water was running, and Charles checked her body under the bright light.
The sex hadn't left many marks on Diana, just some red spots on her overused thighs and wrists, and a swollen mouth.
Once the water was ready, Charles tested the temperature, ensuring it was right before gently lowering Diana in.
The warm water enveloped her, the heat seeping into her body, visibly relaxing her.
Charles adjusted her position, making sure she wouldn't slip under, then left her to soak while he cleaned up.
Back at the bed.
The sheets were soaked, the air still heavy with the scent of sex.
Charles opened the windows to air out the room, then went to the closet, pulling out fresh sheets.
Fortunately, Diana's clothes were all prepared by the household, so he quickly found new pajamas and laid them on the bed.
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