It was Sylvanas's first time, so she had no experience. She only felt Arthas's impacts becoming more and more violent, pressing her beautiful legs against her breasts. That thick, hard thing seemed desperate to pierce through her. Impacting her heart-flower again and again, the tingling numbness spread from that very spot. Her ten delicate toes tensed with force; another orgasm was imminent!
Sylvanas's body went rigid, twitching in waves. Her tight honey-well contracted and squeezed again and again, giving Arthas an ultra-pleasurable sensation! Under the rough sex, she actually felt a hint of happiness—a kind of pleasure from being debauched, a somewhat depraved fall from grace. Every time Arthas thrust in, a lump would abnormally bulge on Sylvanas's belly, marking the spot where the man's cock had reached.
Arthas continued his strokes like a pile driver. Every time, he pulled back to the very edge and then slammed in to the root, only stopping when the small canal could no longer accommodate his length.
Sylvanas's eyes were half-closed, her brows furrowed, and her teeth clenched. The intense pleasure made her gasp for air repeatedly. She opened her mouth slightly, her jaw trembling, as lewd moans escaped from deep in her throat. Sylvanas's fire had long been blazing. Before long, she had endured the discomfort of the intense assault and was wholeheartedly enjoying the unprecedented joy. The pleasure was truly stronger than anything she had ever known.
Arthas's breathing became more and more labored; all signs indicated he was close to ejaculating. Sylvanas knew nothing of this and even unconsciously cooperated. She only knew she was being fucked very comfortably. As for internal ejaculation? She had no idea what that was. Every forward thrust felt like plowing new land. The back-and-forth friction and the tingling pleasure it produced stimulated her to heave her hips harder, seeking even more of that electric, poisonous delight!!
"I'm going to cum!" Arthas panted, sounding out of breath.
"No! Pull it out!" Sylvanas said with a hint of a sob, yet her hands tightly held Arthas, and her buttocks lifted forcefully. The suction from her womb clamped down on the glans so tightly it couldn't be pulled out. A burst of scorching essence poured out. Her eyes rolled back; she didn't even know what she was doing anymore or how lewd her posture was!
When the pleasure reached its peak, the tension in his waist felt like a harp string snapping. Countless waves of pleasure rushed toward the glans like little snakes from all directions. That tingling sensation caused the glans to swell to its maximum. His balls, pressed against her white buttocks, pulsed violently. Countless seeds were drawn out and sprayed through his cock, which was pressed against her cervix, flooding Sylvanas's reason like a great ocean tide and pouring directly into her mature, developed womb!!
Every time his cock sprayed a burst of extremely thick semen against the vaginal and uterine walls, the tight canal would tighten and bite the glans. The suction from the womb, combined with the twitching ridges of flesh, made his member spray uncontrollably, as if it wanted to keep going until the lewd honey-well was filled with fresh, thick, white fluid!!
Her body tensed and twitched occasionally; Sylvanas's flat belly was even slightly arched by his cock. Her white skin was covered in the sweat of passionate intercourse, and her red lips curled into an unconscious smile of satisfaction. Her closed eyes were still lost in the afterglow of the orgasm. The wonderful sensation of semen spraying into the flower chamber of her womb, the natural rhythm of her vagina tightening and loosening around his cock—she seemed greedily determined to suck out every last drop of semen remaining in his urethra!!
After resting for a good while, Arthas released Sylvanas's legs and pulled her into his embrace. He leaned against the headboard, one hand stroking her smooth skin and the other taking out a cigarette to light. He took a blissful puff to soothe his inner agitation.
"Want a puff?" Arthas held the cigarette to Sylvanas's lips.
Sylvanas took a puff without thinking. "Take a deep breath, let the herbal smoke fill your mouth and throat, then exhale. Doesn't it feel a lot more relaxing?"
After a few puffs, Sylvanas tried to get up, but Arthas held her firmly. She glared at him angrily. "Let me go!"
"No! Sylvanas, whether you admit it or not, you are already my woman, my wife. I know I'm despicable, but sometimes if I'm not despicable, I won't get you. I didn't want to be, but I'd rather you look down on me for being despicable than lose you. I don't ask for your forgiveness; I just want to tell you that I love you!" Arthas put out the cigarette and confessed in a deep tone.
Pfft! Sylvanas laughed. Her smile was like a blooming flower. She was already a world-class beauty, and now, naked and sitting on the man's lap, her face carried a cold, mocking sneer. "Do you think I'll forgive you just because of this? Dream on!"
"The fact that you hate me won't stop me from continuing to fuck you!" After saying that, Arthas pinned Sylvanas down again. This time, he lifted her beautiful legs and he began to thrust once more.
Suddenly being fucked again, combined with the tingling from her toes—even though she had climaxed seven or eight times already—Sylvanas still had energy. She looked at Arthas with a complicated gaze, yet her mouth remained relentless. "Heh, Prince of Lordaeron, are you losing yourself? Ngh! Ah! Keep going! Mnh! Ah!"
Watching her large, white breasts sway back and forth under his impact was a visual feast he would never forget!
With the increasingly rapid thrusts, the speed at which his cock entered and exited her delicate labia also quickened. The tingling pleasure from the passionate friction between their genitals made them both stop talking. Only the man's gasps of pleasure and the woman's low moans echoed in the room. That incredibly strong sexual pleasure made them want to take everything they could from each other!!
Pah pah pah!!
The thick, vein-covered member, covered in slick fluids, moved in and out of the tight vagina, the glans rubbing every inch of the ridged walls!! The tight, tender canal contracted around the member with every breath. That feeling of being tightly wrapped, with the vaginal ridges writhing against the glans, produced a tingling sensation that made it impossible for the man to stop!!