After Allen returned to the apartment, Svetlana immediately grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him straight into the bathroom.
And of course, he didn't resist—if anything, he was more than happy. After all, he definitely enjoyed taking a shower together with his woman.
Ada Wong just raised her eyebrows when she saw Svetlana acting like this. "Seriously?".
The steam from the hot water already filling the air as Svetlana twisted the faucet, letting the spray cascade down. She turned to him with a wicked grin, her fingers yanking at the hem of his shirt.
"Get these off," she demanded, her voice husky with anticipation.
Allen complied eagerly, peeling the damp fabric from his skin, his eyes locked on her as she stripped down too. Her full breasts bounced free, nipples hardening in the humid air, and she kicked off her panties, revealing the trimmed patch above her slick folds.
He stepped under the water first, the heat pounding against his shoulders, rivulets tracing down his chest to his hardening cock. Svetlana pressed in behind him, her body molding to his back, hands sliding around to grip his hips.
She nipped at his earlobe, whispering, "Let's clean you up down here first." Her palm dipped lower, wrapping around his shaft, stroking firmly from base to tip as the water soaked them both.
Allen groaned, turning to face her, his mouth crashing against hers in a deep, hungry kiss. Tongues tangled, tasting the faint salt of sweat mixed with the clean spray.
He cupped her ass, squeezing the firm cheeks, pulling her closer so his erection ground against her belly.
She broke the kiss to trail her lips down his neck, biting lightly, then lower to his chest, licking the water from his skin.
Pushing him against the tiled wall, Svetlana dropped to her knees, the water streaming over her face and hair.
She looked up at him with those piercing eyes, then took his cock into her mouth, sucking hard.
Her tongue swirled around the head, teasing the slit before she swallowed him deeper, her cheeks hollowing with each bob. Allen's fingers threaded through her wet strands, guiding her rhythm as he thrust shallowly, the pleasure building tight in his balls.
Not wanting to finish too soon, he hauled her up, spinning her around so her hands braced against the wall. He spread her legs with his knee, his fingers finding her pussy, sliding two inside her soaked heat.
She moaned, arching back as he pumped them in and out, thumb circling her clit.
"Yes....now fuck me," she gasped, pushing against his hand.
Allen didn't need more invitation. He aligned his cock and thrust in deep, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth motion.
Her walls clenched around him, hot and tight, and he started pounding, the slap of wet skin echoing over the shower's roar. Water splashed between them as he gripped her hips, driving harder, faster, her cries mixing with his grunts.
Svetlana reached back, nails digging into his thigh, urging him on. He leaned over her, one hand snaking up to pinch her nipple, rolling it between his fingers.
The tension coiled, her body trembling as she came first, pussy spasming around his cock, milking him. Allen followed seconds later, slamming deep and spilling his cum inside her, hot pulses that left him shuddering.
They stayed like that, panting under the cooling spray, until she turned in his arms, kissing him softly.
"Round two after we dry off?" she teased, and he chuckled, already stirring again.
After they finished showering, Allen scooped Svetlana up in his arms, her wet body still glistening from the water as he carried her out of the bathroom and straight into the bedroom.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, giggling softly against his neck, her breath hot on his skin. He kicked the door shut behind them and tossed her onto the king-sized bed, the mattress bouncing under her weight.
Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she spread her legs wide, inviting him in without a word. Allen's cock was already twitching back to life, the sight of her naked form—curves slick and ready—igniting that familiar hunger.
He climbed onto the bed, crawling over her, his hands roaming her thighs, pushing them further apart.
"Round two starts now," he growled, leaning down to capture her mouth in a bruising kiss. Their tongues battled, slick and urgent, as he positioned himself between her legs. Without breaking the kiss, he thrust his hardening cock into her pussy, still slick from their shower fuck and his earlier cum.
She gasped into his mouth, her walls gripping him tight, pulling him deeper. Allen set a relentless pace right away, hips snapping forward, pounding into her with short, hard strokes that made her breasts jiggle with each impact.
Svetlana arched her back, nails raking down his shoulders, leaving red trails. She bucked up to meet him, her clit grinding against his pubic bone, chasing the friction.
"Ahhh yes...Harder," she demanded, biting his lower lip until he tasted blood. He obliged, slamming deeper, the head of his cock hitting her baby chamber with every plunge. Her moans filled the room, raw and desperate, as sweat beaded on their skin despite the cool air.
He grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand, while the other squeezed her breast, thumb flicking her nipple until it pebbled stiff.
"Ahh ough shit"
The second orgasm hit her fast, her pussy clenching around him like a vice, juices squirting out around his shaft.
*plop!..plop!..plop!..*
Allen didn't stop, fucking her through it, his balls slapping against her ass. He released her wrists to flip her over onto her stomach, yanking her hips up so she was on all fours.
He spread her cheeks, spitting on her asshole before pushing two fingers in, stretching her while he kept thrusting into her pussy. She pushed back, taking both intrusions, her body trembling as another climax built.
By the time round two ended, Allen pulled out and came across her back, ropes of thick cum painting her skin white. But he wasn't done—far from it. He rolled her onto her side, spooning behind her, and slid back into her pussy from behind.
His arm draped over her, fingers finding her clit, rubbing circles as he rocked into her slowly at first, building the rhythm. Svetlana reached back, gripping his thigh, urging him faster.
He bit down on her shoulder, teeth sinking into the flesh, marking her as his. She cried out, the pain mixing with pleasure, her body shuddering as she came again, her inner muscles milking his cock.
Round three shifted positions again. Allen sat up against the headboard, pulling her onto his lap facing him. She straddled his thighs, sinking down onto his cock with a satisfied sigh, her hands on his chest for leverage.
She rode him hard, bouncing up and down, her ass cheeks slapping against his legs. He latched onto her breast, sucking the nipple into his mouth, teeth grazing the sensitive bud. His hands gripped her hips, guiding her faster, deeper, until she threw her head back, screaming as her orgasm ripped through her. Allen thrust up to meet her, burying himself deep and filling her pussy with another load of cum, hot and sticky.
They barely paused for breath. Round four had him on top again, missionary style, but with her legs hooked over his shoulders, folding her in half.
He drove into her at a brutal angle, his cock spearing her depths, hitting spots that made her eyes roll back. Sweat dripped from his brow onto her face, and she licked it off, tasting him.
He leaned down, biting her neck, then her collarbone, leaving purple bruises blooming across her pale skin.
"Ahh...." Her nails dug into his back, drawing blood, as she came, her pussy flooding around him. Allen pounded through her spasms, grunting as he unloaded inside her once more, cum starting to leak out with each withdrawal.
As round five began, Svetlana was already panting, her body flushed and marked, but her eyes burned with need.
She pushed him onto his back and climbed on top, this time facing away, reverse cowgirl. She ground down, circling her hips, her ass cheeks spreading to show where his cock disappeared into her soaked pussy. Allen reached around, fingers plunging into her mouth for her to suck, then trailed down to pinch her clit.
She rode him wildly, her movements jerky and desperate, until she collapsed forward, ass up, as her climax hit. He sat up, grabbing her hips and thrusting up hard, fucking her from below until he came, pumping more seed into her overflowing cunt.
"Ahhh yess fuck... harder" She screamed with joy.
The room smelled of sex—musk and sweat and cum—thick in the air. Round six saw them on the floor now, the bed too confining for their frenzy. Allen bent her over the edge of the mattress, standing behind her, and slammed into her pussy without preamble. His hands roamed her body, one twisting a nipple, the other slapping her ass cheek until it reddened.
She pushed back, meeting every thrust, her moans turning to whimpers. He pulled out briefly to shove his cock into her ass, lubed only by the cum dripping from her pussy, stretching her tight ring. She gasped, fingers clutching the sheets, but soon she was rocking back, taking him deep in her asshole. He alternated between her holes, fucking her pussy then her ass, until she shattered, squirting onto the floor. Allen buried himself in her ass and came, filling her bowels with his load.
Back on the bed for round seven, Svetlana was on her knees, head down, ass high. Allen knelt behind her, eating her out first—tongue lapping at her cum-filled pussy, sucking the mixed fluids from her folds, then probing her ass. She trembled, begging for his cock. He mounted her like an animal, thrusting into her pussy with savage force, his teeth sinking into her shoulder blade, then her upper arm, marking her everywhere.
The bites stung, heightening her pleasure, and she came hard, her body convulsing. He followed, spilling into her pussy, the excess oozing out to trail down her thighs.
Round eight was slower, almost tender at first, but it built quickly. Allen lay on his back, pulling her on top to straddle his face. She ground her pussy against his mouth, his tongue fucking into her, lapping up the creamy mess from previous rounds.
Her hands braced on the headboard, she rocked faster, smothering him until she flooded his face with her juices. Then she slid down, impaling herself on his cock, riding him with rolling hips. He sat up, wrapping his arms around her, biting her earlobe, her jaw, her throat—any skin he could reach. Her orgasm milked him dry, his cum joining the river inside her.
By round nine, exhaustion crept in, but desire overrode it. They were side by side, Allen behind her again, cock sliding into her ass this time. He reached around to finger her pussy, three digits pumping in and out, thumb on her clit. She whimpered, body slick with sweat, bite marks dotting her neck, shoulders, breasts, even her inner thighs from earlier nips. He thrust steadily, building her up until she screamed, ass clenching around him as she came. Allen groaned, pumping his load into her ass, feeling it leak out around his shaft.
Round ten pushed boundaries. Allen tied her wrists to the bedposts with his belt, spreading her legs wide. He teased her first, cock rubbing against her entrance without entering, until she begged. Then he plunged in, fucking her pussy with long, deep strokes, leaning down to bite her breasts—teeth clamping on the soft flesh, leaving indents. She writhed, the restraints holding her in place, heightening every sensation.
Her climax was intense, pussy gushing, and he came with a roar, flooding her once more.
For round eleven, he untied her, but she was too weak to move much. He positioned her on her back, legs splayed, and ate her out voraciously, tongue delving into her stretched pussy, sucking out cum and her arousal.
Then he fucked her mouth, cock sliding down her throat as she gagged and slurped. Pulling out, he entered her pussy again, pounding relentlessly, biting her calves, her hips, adding to the constellation of marks across her body. She came weakly, body quivering, and he emptied into her, the cum now visibly bloating her lower belly.
Finally, round twelve. Svetlana was fading, her eyes glassy, but she whispered for more. Allen flipped her onto her stomach, mounting her from behind, cock thrusting into her ass. He rubbed her clit furiously, fingers dipping into her pussy, double-penetrating her with hand and dick.
Bites rained down on her back, her sides, even the curve of her ass. Her body tensed, then shattered in a final, earth-shaking orgasm, her screams muffled into the pillow. As she went limp, passing out from the overload, Allen thrust deep one last time, his cock pulsing as he released the biggest load yet, cum filling her ass until it overflowed.
When he pulled out, Svetlana lay unconscious on the bed, her belly swollen like a woman six months pregnant, distended from the sheer volume of cum packed inside her—pussy and ass both leaking thick white fluid in steady streams, flowing like rivers down her thighs, pooling on the sheets beneath her.
Bite marks covered her body from head to toe: red welts on her neck, shoulders, breasts, stomach, thighs, even faint ones on her calves and the soles of her feet. Bruises bloomed around them, a map of their marathon fuck session. Allen collapsed beside her, chest heaving, admiring his work as the white essence continued to seep from her abused holes, her body twitching faintly in exhausted bliss.
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