My eyebrows shot up in surprise, and I couldn't help but tease her further. "Really? That's unexpected. From what I've seen, you have a talent for this. If you had appeared in an adult video, you would have been a star."
Her eyes flashed with indignation, and she shot back, her voice laced with a hint of defiance. "Please don't insult me."
I let out a low, rumbling chuckle, my shoulders rising and falling in a careless shrug. As we bantered, my erection had made a full recovery, its resurgence a testament to my revitalized stamina.
"Already?" she asked, a hint of surprise creeping into her voice.
A sly smirk spread across my face as I reveled in my newfound endurance. Before I had boosted my stamina stats, I would have needed a lengthy respite after just one round – several hours, at the very least. But now, I was ready to go again, my body humming with renewed energy.
"Isn't your husband like this?" I teased, my eyes glinting with mischief.
Her response was silence – a silence that spoke volumes. She didn't need to say a word; her lack of response was answer enough.
"What are you doing?" I asked, my voice low and husky. "Suck it."
Without hesitation, her lips wrapped around the head of my penis once more. Her tongue began to move, licking the sensitive tip with gentle, lapping motions. It was the same act as before, yet somehow, it felt... inadequate. Perhaps it was because I was no longer lost in the all-consuming haze of pleasure, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing.
As I reflected on our previous encounter, I realized that her fellatio was surprisingly passive. It was a far cry from the frenzied, aggressive sucking I had seen in porn. Those women had attacked their partners' cocks with ravenous abandon, their mouths working tirelessly to coax out every last drop of pleasure.
"Slurp. Suck. Slurp," I murmured, my voice a low, throaty whisper. I wanted more – more intensity, more passion, more abandon. I wanted her to lose herself in the act, to surrender to her desires and take me with her.
A wave of pleasure washed over me, yet it was tinged with a sense of incompleteness. I couldn't shake the feeling that something was lacking. For a moment, I wondered if she was merely feigning enthusiasm, but as I gazed down at her, her focus solely on the act of fellatio, I realized that wasn't the case. Her eyes sparkled with a genuine intensity, and her movements were deliberate, calculated to elicit the maximum response from me.
"Suck more aggressively," I instructed, my voice husky with desire. "I'm sure you've watched your fair share of adult videos. If you do it properly, I might be able to leave this house sooner."
Her response was immediate. Slurrrp! Suck! Slurp! The sounds filled the air as she worked her magic. Her cheeks hollowed out, creating a vacuum-like effect that sent shivers down my spine. At the same time, I felt an incredible suction, as if she was drawing the very life force out of me. I furrowed my brows, gritting my teeth in an effort to endure the intense sensations. It wasn't just a simple act of sucking; she skillfully employed her tongue to stimulate my genitals, teasing and tantalizing me with every movement.
A low, guttural moan escaped my lips as I struggled to maintain control. "Ugh," I groaned, the sound torn from my very core. In the end, I couldn't last even three minutes, my resolve crumbling beneath her expert ministrations. I ejaculated into her mouth, the release a mixture of relief and disappointment. My flaccid penis slipped out of her mouth, and without needing to be told, she swallowed the semen, gulping it down with a quiet efficiency.
As I gazed at her, a sense of satisfaction washed over me, tempered by a hint of superiority. It was clear that she was beneath me, a willing participant in this game of power and desire. But the problem was far from resolved. I was still there, and I knew it wouldn't get hard again quickly. I needed time, a way to stall and recharge.
My eyes roamed the room, searching for a solution, before coming back to rest on the woman in front of me. Ah, yes. The only option was to play with her, to tease and tantalize her until I was ready once more. Then, naturally, that place would get hard too, and the game could begin anew. A sly smile spread across my face as I contemplated the possibilities, my mind already racing with the ways I could toy with her, use her to satiate my desires.
I swept her into my arms, embracing her with the fervor of a newlywed groom, my enthusiasm igniting a spark of surprise within her. Her slender frame felt almost weightless against mine, a testament to the countless hours I had devoted to honing my physique.
Her eyes widened in alarm as she let out a startled shriek. "Eek?! What, what is this?!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling with a mix of shock and trepidation.
I smiled to myself, savoring the moment I had been fantasizing about for so long. The ease with which I lifted her was a pleasant surprise, but not entirely unexpected. After all, I had been diligently training my body, pushing it to its limits, and beyond.
As I held her close, my desire began to simmer, threatening to boil over. "What do you mean?" I asked, my voice low and husky with anticipation. "I'm about to start pounding seriously. Where's the bedroom?"
Asahi's's face turned bright red as she struggled to process my brazen declaration. "Be-bedroom?! Please, spare that!" she begged, her voice laced with desperation. "That's my and my husband's nest!"
Her words only served to fuel my arousal, and I couldn't help but smirk at her distress. I had initially planned to stall for time, to toy with her emotions, but my body had other plans. The stirring in my loins was growing more insistent by the second, and I knew I couldn't delay much longer. It was then that I realized the true value of my stamina training – it had allowed me to prolong my pleasure, to savor every moment of this encounter.
As I gazed into Asahi's's frightened eyes, my excitement began to build once more. The thought of claiming her, of violating the sanctity of her vagina, sent shivers down my spine. My desire, which had momentarily cooled, was now rising to a fever pitch, threatening to consume me whole.
"I'll give you a choice," I offered, my voice dripping with seduction. "The bedroom or outside. Which do you prefer?"
Asahi's's eyes grew wide with terror as she realized I was a man who meant business. She bit her lip, hesitating for a moment before responding, her voice barely above a whisper. "...The bedroom is on the second floor."
"That's a shame," I murmured, a hint of disappointment lacing my voice. "Outside would have been fine too."
Without another word, I scooped her up in my arms, cradling her against my chest as I strode purposefully up to the bedroom. The soft curves of her body molded to mine, sending a thrill of anticipation through my veins.
As we entered the bedroom, my gaze fell upon a sprawling, plush bed that dominated the space. Its inviting expanse beckoned, and I couldn't resist the urge to claim it. I tossed her onto the neatly made bed, the crisp sheets and blankets rumpling beneath her as she landed with a soft bounce.
Her sudden scream pierced the air, a high-pitched "Kyaaah!" that was both startled and arousing. Her legs splayed open instinctively, revealing the tender flesh between her thighs. My eyes were drawn to the glistening labia, wet with her juices, and the slightly parted folds that offered a tantalizing glimpse of the dark hole within. The hole seemed to twitch, as if tempting me with its secrets.
Entranced, I approached the bed, my movements almost mechanical. But as I drew closer, my gaze strayed to a framed picture on the wall, and my footsteps slowed.
"..."
The photograph depicted a serene and joyful scene: Asahi, radiant in a pure white wedding dress, beamed with happiness alongside her husband, who stood tall and dignified in his tuxedo. He looked every inch the devoted partner, neat and unremarkable in his attire, yet somehow forgettable beside Asahi's vibrant presence.
The image was a quintessential representation of a picture-perfect couple's wedding day, a celebration of love and commitment that now seemed jarringly incongruous with the scene unfolding before me.
A subtle yet unmistakable sensation began to stir within my chest, like the gentle lapping of waves against the shore. At first, I thought it might be guilt, a pang of conscience that threatened to undermine my resolve.
But as the feeling grew in intensity, I realized with a start that it was something altogether different. This was joy, a thrill of excitement that coursed through my veins like a potent elixir.