Fatal Affair

Chapter 28

Richard felt like his c**k was about to be sucked down by Emily. Emily's blowjob was so comfortable, with no teeth touching, but plenty of suction, warm and moist inside, making Richard ejaculate quickly.

The accumulated semen gushed out like a water gun, thick and slightly fishy, splattering Emily's face, even staining her hair.

Emily picked up the semen from her hair with her fingers, put it in her mouth to suck on, as if tasting fresh cream, and commented, "The taste is very rich."

Emily turned her head to get some tissues from the hotel bedside table, "Wipe it off, I didn't expect you to c*m so fast. Take a little rest, and we can do it again soon."

Bending over to get the tissues, the hotel bed was soft, which didn't provide much support for Emily's body. Her already plump buttocks looked even more perky at this moment.

Just watching made Richard's blood boil. He pounced, burying his head in Emily's groin, starting to lick and suck.

The slightly sour love juice was cleaned up by Richard, who kept teasing Emily. He wanted to show Emily that he wasn't the only one who could c*m quickly during intense oral s*x.

"Wait, please don't," Emily subconsciously tried to avoid, but her body was unwilling.

Emily raised her buttocks, even pushing them towards Richard's mouth, feeling Richard's nose rubbing against her anus.

Emily just felt so comfortable, her mind blank. Richard grabbed Emily's buttocks, lifting them up, and Emily used both hands and feet to stand on the bed like a female dog.

Emily's legs involuntarily spread apart, constantly swaying to meet Richard's oral s*x. In waves of pleasure, Emily reached climax, squirting like a fountain, splashing Richard's face.

Even when Richard let go of Emily and she collapsed on the bed with her legs apart, her v****a was still oozing with love juice.

"Still think I climax too quickly?" Richard smirked.

Emily also smiled, "It was amazing. But my husband might be coming home tonight, I have to go."

"Are you satisfied?" Richard asked seriously.

Emily shook her head, "Not yet. If you can make me climax continuously, I might ignore my husband for an hour."

Richard and Emily started mutual oral s*x, like a 69, with Emily sucking Richard's c**k, and Richard pressing down on Emily to suck her v****a.

At that moment, there were no worries in their world, only the desire for mating.

They indulged themselves, not needing to please each other for s*x, just wanting to satisfy their inner selves and release their bodies. This was the Eden of s*x, the paradise of lovemaking.

This time, Richard was defeated again, as men seemed to climax more easily. He forcefully pushed down Emily's head, deepthroating her, and ejaculated thick semen in Emily's mouth.

But oral s*x was no longer enough to satisfy their desires. In order for Emily to climax quickly, she chose the woman-on-top position.

Only when she was on top could she better control the intensity and rhythm, allowing herself to achieve the greatest satisfaction.

Emily moved up and down, back and forth, feeling Richard's c**k hitting her G-spot with each thrust. In the rapid friction, Emily's c******s was also rubbed by their pubic hair, doubling the pleasure.

As Emily's pleasure increased, Richard's sense of satisfaction also rose continuously. They finally found the right rhythm, with Richard starting to move his hips in sync, until he suddenly sat up, flipped Emily over, and pressed down on her.

Their genitals were burning hot, their bodies unconsciously chasing after the freedom of desire. They kept moaning and screaming, climaxing together.

In the corridor, Olivia frowned upon hearing the moans and cries of men and women in the room, muttering, "In heat like a female dog!"

But her lascivious body was honest, rubbing her legs together constantly, her panties already soaked with love juice.

No matter how trained a killer she was, she couldn't stop the desires of human nature. She knew the action was dangerous, but she let her mind wander in lust.

Following behind David, walking down this corridor, it was as if David was leading her to a room.

Olivia wished for David to grab her neck, thrusting into her mouth continuously. Olivia wanted to raise her buttocks, letting David ruthlessly pound her from behind. Even Olivia's anus began to itch, willing to let David do whatever he wanted, playing with her body without regret.

"Focus!" David flicked Olivia's forehead with his finger.

Without needing any information, because in the entire corridor, only one door was not tightly closed, emitting the familiar smell of cigarettes.

"Wait for me outside," David said without hesitation.

"But, that's Bryan."

"I don't want to say it again."

David pushed open the door and walked in.