Rain lashed against the windows of the otherwise silent hotel room, the drumming a constant backdrop to the scene within.

She hadn't lasted long, her first time. Even though Zhou Ye had already cl1maxed once before entering her, he found himself quickly reaching his peak again within her warmth. The pleasure hit her like a tidal wave, intense and unforgettable. His back arched, his stomach muscles taut like a drawn bowstring. He moved like a wild animal, driven by instinct, groaning low in his throat as he pressed down against her ribs, thrusting powerfully into her.

Xia Yao cried out, another wave of pleasure washing over her. Vivid red fingerprints marked the delicate skin over her ribs, a testament to his grip during their passionate embrace. He pushed deep inside her, his movements so forceful that his testicles brushed against her perineum, even the base of the c0ndom, unprotected, slick with her ar0usal.

His body convulsed as he reached his peak, his release spurting into her before he slowly withdrew. Her entrance, still flushed and sensitive, pulsed with each breath, her abdomen clenching and trembling in the aftermath of his withdrawal. Her legs lay limp on the bed, still quivering from the intense pleasure. She was soaked in his release, a stain spreading across the sheets, a sight that made him instantly harden again.

Zhou Ye pulled off the c0ndom, knotted it, and tossed it onto the floor. He lowered his head to the inside of her thigh, licking and stroking her skin with a newfound tenderness. Xia Yao instinctively tried to close her legs, but his head was between them, his hair soft and ticklish against her delicate skin.

The young man knelt between her legs, inhaling the intoxicating mix of sweat, ar0usal, and semen. He was hard again in moments. His hand, veins prominent, wrapped around his er3ction as he stroked himself, reaching for another c0ndom from the box beneath the pillow. He rolled it on and pressed himself against her, resuming his rhythm. This time, he thrust into her for a good ten minutes before finally letting go with a series of sharp breaths.

Xia Yao was incredibly sensitive. After her first cl1max, he'd kept her on the edge with his fingers teasing her cl1t, building her to another peak, and then another. The mere thought of him inside her was enough to send shivers down her spine. Her limbs felt weak, her stomach tingling with each thrust. Her newly opened entrance, raw and sensitive, overflowed with their combined fluids. She knew her first time was supposed to be painful, but why did it feel so incredibly good?

She’d lost count of how many times she’d cl1maxed. She'd been begging him to stop, crying out, her hands and feet pushing against him, her cl1t throbbing painfully from his relentless attention. She pressed against his wrist, trying to dislodge his hand from her cl1t, but he wouldn't budge. Finally, after his third release inside her, he relented, leaving her dazed and spent.

Tears streamed down her flushed cheeks, her mouth open, saliva dripping down her chin and neck as he held her legs apart. This was nothing like her solitary explorations.

Zhou Ye looked at her, almost mesmerized, then down at where they were still joined, her entrance swollen and slick with their combined fluids. He grabbed a tissue and wiped between her legs, then took a fresh one and gently cleaned her sensitive s3x, still tender from its initiation. He tossed the used tissues onto the pile of knotted c0ndoms on the floor.

Turning to find his pants, he caught sight of something on the last tissue he'd used—a faint smear of blood. He froze, staring at it for a moment. Then, he turned back to her, pulling her close, his long body enveloping hers in a possessive embrace. His voice, soft and low, murmured apologies against her ear.

“Baby… you felt so soft in my arms, I couldn’t help myself.”

“…Does it hurt?”

“I’m sorry… Please forgive me, baby?”