Lydia twitched faintly at first, her body still quivering from the aftershocks of her orgasm. Yet the sensitivity quickly melted back into hunger. Within moments soft moans slipped from her lips again, needy and breathless.
I continued licking her slowly for a few more minutes, savoring the taste of her slick folds before finally lifting my mouth away.
Lydia's chest rose and fell rapidly. Her gaze drifted downward, locking onto my rigid, rock hard cock. Expectation burned clearly in her eyes.
"Turn around," I ordered.
She obeyed instantly, shifting onto her knees and turning her back to me. Her spine curved naturally as she arched, pushing her round ass toward me in silent invitation.
I stepped forward, closing the small gap between us, and positioned my throbbing shaft between her thighs.
The moment my cock brushed against her moist lips, it twitched instinctively.
"Hah…" Lydia gasped softly, her breath catching.
Her heart was pounding.
I dragged my cock slowly along her slick folds, letting her juices coat my length.
"Hah… hah… hah…"
Her breathing quickly turned into soft pants.
When the head of my cock brushed against the entrance of her pussy again, Lydia could no longer restrain herself.
With a needy moan she pushed her hips backward.
The sudden movement caught me slightly off guard.
My cock slid smoothly inside her warm, waiting pussy.
"Naughty girl," I muttered with a low groan as her tightness wrapped around me.
"Ah…" Lydia released a sound filled with both relief and pleasure.
Not allowing her to take control, I grabbed her hips firmly and pulled her back before slowly pushing into her again.
"Ahh…" she cried as my cock sank deeper, stretching her inch by inch as though she were being impaled on it.
I began moving slowly.
Gentle strokes at first.
My cock slid in and out steadily, allowing her pussy to adjust to my size.
But the pace didn't stay slow for long.
Gradually I increased the rhythm.
Soon Lydia's moans spilled freely into the room as the sound of our bodies colliding echoed against the walls.
The scent of sweat and sex filled the air.
Our breaths tangled together as the room filled with the rhythmic sounds of flesh meeting flesh.
Pa! Pa! Pa!
I pounded into her relentlessly, occasionally slapping her ass and feeling her pussy tighten around my cock.
"Ahhh… fuck, I'm coming!" Lydia suddenly cried out.
Her legs trembled violently as she collapsed forward onto the bed.
A gush of liquid spilled from her pussy, dampening the sheets beneath her.
"Fuckk…" she moaned weakly, her eyes glazed as she tried to steady her breathing.
I stared down at her body like it was a breathtaking spectacle while slowly stroking my still hard cock.
I wasn't even close to finishing.
Perhaps it was the increased stamina from my new physique and strength. Combined with the fact that I'd already climaxed earlier, it felt like I could easily last another thirty minutes.
Still…
I didn't intend to take that long.
Lydia eventually gathered herself again.
Without hesitation she pushed her plump ass back toward my cock.
Seeing that I was momentarily distracted, she reached behind and guided my shaft toward her entrance with a slender finger.
The cool air around my cock vanished.
Warmth enveloped me once again.
My gaze snapped toward her.
"Hardcore it is…" I muttered before gripping her waist.
"Y–young master?" Lydia exclaimed in surprise.
But her voice quickly broke into a loud moan.
"Ahhhhh!"
Before, I had still held back slightly.
Now I didn't.
Holding her waist tightly, I drove my cock deep into her again and again, reaching the deepest parts of her pussy with every thrust.
Her inner walls gripped my cock tightly as I slammed into her.
Her pussy somehow felt looser and tighter at the same time.
Perfectly molding around my shaft.
Pa~
My hips moved faster.
Harder.
Relentless.
Lydia's body trembled as waves of pleasure mixed with pain spread through her.
Her moans became broken gasps as she struggled to breathe.
Her legs shook violently.
Despite having climaxed just minutes earlier, her overstimulated pussy erupted again.
Warm juices splashed against my thighs.
"Fuck… my womb!" Lydia cried out desperately.
Yet I didn't slow down.
Her body continued twitching uncontrollably as the pleasure overwhelmed her senses.
She could feel heat spreading through her entire body.
And deep down…
She realized she loved this side of me.
Perhaps rough, relentless sex was exactly what she craved.
Lost in pleasure, Lydia closed her eyes and surrendered completely as I continued pounding into her.
Pa! Pa! Pa!
The rhythm continued for more than thirty minutes.
Finally my cock twitched violently.
Gripping her waist tightly, I slammed into her as deep as I possibly could.
Then I erupted.
"Urggghhhh… fuckkk—"
Lydia moaned loudly as hot bursts filled her womb.
Her body climaxed at the same moment as mine.
It was her fourth orgasm.
The instant it passed, weakness washed over her.
Her legs gave out completely and she collapsed onto the bed once again, her limbs feeling as heavy as lead.
I had fucked her so thoroughly that her mind could barely form a coherent thought.
Pulling out slowly, I gave her ass a light slap.
If I wanted to, I could keep going.
But she was already exhausted.
It would be better to save the rest for another time.
My cock slipped out of her with a wet sound.
A stream of cum slowly leaked from her pussy.
Lydia didn't even react.
She simply lay there, breathing heavily as she recovered from the overwhelming pleasure.
"You're still as pleasant as ever," I said with a faint smirk as I sat down on the bed.
Lydia mumbled something incoherent.
I leaned back slightly, calming my breathing and letting my thoughts wander.
More than thirty minutes had passed in a blur of different positions.
A moment later I felt movement beside me.
Someone slowly crawled closer.
I glanced down.
It was Lydia.
She leaned against my chest, pressing her ear against me as if listening to the rhythm of my heartbeat.
Her eyes lifted to meet mine.
Within them I could see uncertainty… fear… worry… embarrassment… and quiet determination.
Her lips parted.
"Young master… about us…"
Her voice trailed off, as though she didn't quite dare finish what she wanted to say.