"AHHHHH!"
The scream echoed throughout the room with an intensity that would have definitely allowed Katsuki to hear it. But Mitsuki didn't seem to care anymore. Her entire body trembled as Ren continued to press in, the head of his erection forcing its way through inch by inch.
"Shit... Mitsuki, you're so tight in here," Ren groaned as he felt the ring of muscles resisting and giving way at the same time.
The glycerin continued to flow copiously. Ren noticed something fascinating: the production had increased drastically since he began to penetrate her from behind. The viscous liquid dripped down her thighs in almost obscene amounts.
So this is your weak point, Ren thought with a smirk of satisfaction.
"Wait... it's too... too big..." Mitsuki panted against the cushions, her hands gripping the back of the sofa tightly.
"Relax. Breathe," Ren ordered her as he stopped, allowing her to get used to the intrusion.
From his position, he could perfectly see how Mitsuki's nipples were more erect than ever. They poked against the fabric of the red bra, marking themselves obscenely. Her entire body shimmered with the layer of glycerin and sweat.
Her sensitivity is on another level right now.
After a few seconds, Ren pushed a bit more. Another two centimeters sank into her tight interior. Mitsuki let out another long, shaky moan.
"Ahhhhh... God..."
"See? Your body is accepting it," Ren murmured as he continued with slow but steady movements.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Ren buried himself completely. His hips pressed against Mitsuki's firm buttocks. He stayed still, enjoying the incredibly tight sensation that enveloped him completely.
"Fuck... this is..." Ren couldn't finish the sentence.
Mitsuki was breathing heavily. Her body trembled with small convulsions. Ren waited patiently, stroking her arched back gently.
"Are you okay?" he asked after a moment.
"Yes... just... give me a second..." Mitsuki replied with a broken voice.
But then, something changed in her expression. Ren noticed it when she turned her head slightly to look at him over her shoulder. There was a defiant spark in her red eyes that hadn't been there a moment ago.
"You know what, brat?" Mitsuki said with a firmer voice. "Don't get ahead of yourself just because you have me like this."
Oh? Interesting.
Before Ren could respond, Mitsuki thrust backward with her hips. The movement took him by surprise, pushing him deeper than he already was. Ren let out an involuntary grunt.
"There it is," Mitsuki smiled with satisfaction. "You're not the only one who can take control here."
She began to move on her own. Her hips swayed back and forth with deliberate movements. Every time she thrust back, she took all of him. The friction was incredible for both.
"Mitsuki..." Ren warned, but his voice sounded less authoritative than he intended.
"What's the matter, Ren-kun?" she teased between gasps. "Don't you like it when I take control?"
This woman... even now she's trying to dominate the situation.
Ren decided he had had enough indulgence. He used his telekinesis to completely immobilize Mitsuki's hips mid-motion. She tried to keep moving but found she couldn't shift even a centimeter.
"What...?"
"My turn," Ren declared before taking absolute control of the situation.
He began to thrust with renewed strength. His movements were deeper and harder than before. The sound of skin against skin echoed obscenely in the living room.
Plap, plap, plap, plap.
"Ahh! Ahh! Fuck!" Mitsuki screamed without any restraint.
She no longer cared who might hear her. Her son upstairs, the neighbors, no one. The only thing that existed was the overwhelming sensation coursing through every nerve of her hypersensitive body.
Ren leaned over her, his chest pressing against her drenched back. His lips found her ear.
"See what happens when you try to take control?" he whispered in a raspy voice.
Mitsuki could only moan in response. Her mouth was open, letting out incoherent sounds of pure pleasure. The moans were so loud that Ren decided to do something about it.
With his free hand, he reached for the soaked red panties that had been left on the sofa. He took them and, without ceremony, pressed them against Mitsuki's open mouth.
"Bite this," he ordered.
Mitsuki obeyed instinctively. Her teeth sank into the fabric soaked in glycerin and her own fluids. The sweet taste of the glycerin exploded on her tongue, mixing with her own musky flavor.
"Mmmmph! Mmmmph!"
The moans were now muffled but still audible. Ren maintained the punishing rhythm, each thrust deeper than the last. With his other hand, he reached beneath her to find her swollen clitoris.
When his fingers made contact with the bundle of nerves, Mitsuki practically jumped off the sofa.
"MMMMMPH!"
Ren rubbed with firm circular motions while he continued thrusting into her from behind. The double stimulation was devastating. He could feel how Mitsuki's body was tensing more and more, rapidly approaching another orgasm.
"You're going to come again, aren't you?" Ren murmured against her ear. "I can feel it."
"Mmm-hmm!" Mitsuki nodded frantically, unable to form words with the panties in her mouth.
Ren decided to intensify things even further. He withdrew his fingers from her clitoris, now completely soaked in glycerin. He brought those viscous fingers toward Mitsuki's face.
"Open," he ordered.
Mitsuki let the panties fall from her mouth. Immediately, Ren slid two soaked fingers between her lips. The sweet taste of glycerin mixed with her own flavor flooded her mouth.
"Suck," Ren instructed.
Mitsuki obeyed without protest. Her tongue wrapped around the invading fingers, licking the viscous glycerin with hungry movements. She sucked with the same intensity she had sucked his erection earlier.
Schlurp... schlurp...
"That's it... good girl," Ren praised her as he continued thrusting into her mercilessly.
He added a third finger into her mouth. Mitsuki took them all without complaining, sucking and licking as if her life depended on it. Her eyes were glassy, completely lost in the overwhelming pleasure.
Ren withdrew his fingers from her mouth after a moment. But he immediately replaced them with the soaked panties again. This time, however, he did something different.
He rolled the damp fabric in his hand, nesting it between his knee and Mitsuki's vulva, and pulled it upward sharply. The fabric pressed between Mitsuki's folds, creating direct friction against her sensitive clitoris.
"MMMMPH!"
Ren maintained the pressure of the panties while he continued to thrust. He pulled the fabric upward in a sawing motion that rubbed her most sensitive spot directly. The combination of deep penetration from behind and direct clitoral stimulation was too much.
Mitsuki's orgasm hit her like a tsunami. Her entire body went rigid. Every muscle contracted simultaneously as waves of pleasure crashed through her with an intensity she had never experienced.
"MMMMMMMPH!"
The scream was completely stifled by his hand. Her internal walls contracted violently around Ren, squeezing him in an almost painful way. A massive jet of glycerin erupted from her interior, soaking everything.
Squirt!
The liquid came out with such force that it splashed the sofa, the floor, and Ren's legs. It was an obscene amount that surpassed anything she had produced before. The glycerin dripped copiously, creating shimmering puddles on the carpet.
Ren held her while she convulsed. His own hips didn't stop moving, prolonging her orgasm until Mitsuki was sobbing from the overstimulation.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the convulsions began to subside. Mitsuki collapsed completely against the sofa, strengthless. Her panties fell from her vagina as she panted desperately for air
"Haaa... haaa... haaa..."
Ren was still buried deep inside her. His own erection throbbed with urgency, demanding release. But he took a moment to admire his work.
Mitsuki's body was completely destroyed. Her makeup was smeared, her blonde hair stuck to her face by sweat, her skin glowing with layers of glycerin. The furniture beneath was completely ruined, soaked to the point of being unsalvageable.
Perfect, Ren thought with primitive satisfaction.
"Ren..." Mitsuki murmured weakly. "I can't... please..."
"Are you sure?" Ren asked as he slowly withdrew. "Because I'm not finished yet."
Mitsuki turned her head to look at him. Her red eyes were glassy, but they still held a spark of defiance.
"Then... finish..." she whispered hoarsely. "Do it... wherever you want..."
Ren didn't need a second invitation. He positioned himself over her, his glycerin-slicked erection pointing directly toward her face. He began to stimulate himself with fast, urgent strokes.
"Open your mouth," he ordered with a strained voice.
Mitsuki obeyed. She stuck out her tongue, offering him a perfect target. Her eyes never left his, watching his expression as he approached his climax.
"Fuck... Mitsuki... I'm going to..."
His orgasm arrived with devastating force. The first jet shot out, landing directly on her extended tongue. The second crossed her cheek. The third splashed her forehead and hair. He continued to pulse, marking her completely until there was nothing left.
Spurt... spurt... spurt...
Ren shuddered with the last spasms of pleasure. When he finally finished, he observed his work with satisfaction. Mitsuki was completely covered, her face decorated with the evidence of what they had just done.
She slowly closed her mouth, swallowing what had landed on her tongue. Then she used a finger to collect more from her cheek, licking it with deliberate slowness while looking him in the eye.
"Sweet," she murmured with an exhausted smile. "The glycerin makes it taste sweet."
Ren collapsed on the sofa next to her, completely drained. Both remained in silence for several minutes, only the sound of their heavy breathing filling the space.
Finally, Mitsuki spoke in a raspy voice:
"If Masaru asks about the sofa... I'll tell him I spilled wine."
Ren couldn't help but laugh at that.
"A lot of wine."
"A whole lot of wine," Mitsuki agreed with a weak laugh.
They stayed like that, two exhausted bodies on a ruined sofa, as the reality of what they had just done slowly began to settle in.
*****
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