Lor kept playing with her breasts while she moved. He squeezed them when she went down. He rolled her nipples when she went up. Every time she seated herself fully, he pinched.
Kuri’s breathing changed.
She tried to keep it even. She failed. A moan slipped out on the third descent, low and short. She cut it off by pressing her lips together.
"Stop making that face," she muttered.
"I’m not making a face. You’re the one making sounds."
"I’m not."
She went up again. Down again. Her thigh muscles kept flexing, standing out under the pale skin. Her asscheeks met his lap every time with that same firm, warm press.
The wetness between them had started to make a small sound now, a slick pull when she rose and a thicker one when she sat.
Lor’s fingers stayed on her nipples.
He pulled them gently outward, then let them spring back.
He rubbed the pads of his thumbs over the tight peaks in slow circles.
Her breasts were heavy in his hands. Soft. Warm. They shifted with every rise and fall.
Another moan got out of her. Longer this time. She ducked her head and kept moving anyway.
The heat in her lower stomach was building in a tight, ugly knot.
She could feel it gathering each time she took him to the base. Her inner walls fluttered around the thick length of him.
She was getting wetter. She could hear it.
"Faster?" he asked.
"No."
She kept the same slow pace. Up. Down.
Ass to his thighs. His cock stretching her open on every descent. His hands never leaving her breasts.
Her moans started coming on every other stroke. She was still trying to swallow them. They kept leaking through anyway, small and frustrated.
Lor pinched both nipples at once and held them.
Kuri’s hips jerked. She sat down harder than she meant to. The sudden depth made her gasp.
"You— ah—"
She did not finish the sentence.
She kept moving. Her thighs were trembling now. The open shirt clung to her arms and did nothing else. Her breasts bounced slightly in his hands each time her ass met his lap.
The knot in her stomach pulled tighter.
Her pussy clenched around him in short, rhythmic pulses. She was close and she knew it and she did not say it.
She went down one more time, all the way, and the pressure broke.
Her whole body locked.
A broken sound tore out of her throat.
Her inner walls seized around his cock in hard, shaking waves.
Wetness spilled around him and ran down onto his lap. Her thighs shook so badly she almost could not stay upright.
She stayed seated on him, shivering, forehead tipped forward, mouth open.
Lor kept his hands on her breasts through it, thumbs still brushing her nipples while she came.
It took her several seconds to breathe again.
He waited until the worst of it passed. Then his hands left her chest and settled on her waist.
He stood.
Kuri made a startled noise as he lifted her with him.
His cock slid out of her as he set her on her feet. She was still shaky.
He turned her toward the dining table and bent her forward over it.
Her palms hit the wood among the scattered notebooks.
Papers shifted under her hands. The edge of the table pressed into her hips.
The loose shirt hung down off her shoulders and pooled around her elbows, leaving her back, her ass, and her breasts completely bare.
Her nipples brushed the cool tabletop.
Lor stepped in behind her. He took her waist in both hands.
Then he pushed back into her in one long, firm stroke.
Kuri’s mouth opened against the table.
The sound that came out was not suppressed this time.
He pulled back and drove in again.
Deeper. Harder. Her asscheeks slapped against his thighs with a wet, meaty sound.
Her breasts wobbled under her, pressed to the wood, nipples dragging with every thrust.
"Ah— wait—"
He did not wait.
He kept his grip on her waist and fucked her in a steady, heavy rhythm.
Each time his hips met her ass the sound filled the room. Wet. Sharp. Her pussy took him easily now, still slick from her orgasm, still twitching around him.
Kuri’s moans came freely.
She had stopped trying to bite them off.
They were low at first, then higher, punched out of her every time he bottomed out.
Her short dark hair stuck to her cheek.
The bruise on her jaw was turned to the side, visible in the lamp light.
Lor’s fingers dug into the soft flesh of her waist.
He pulled her back onto him as he thrust forward, making her take all of it. Her ass jiggled with the impact. The slap of skin on skin kept time.
"Fuck— that’s— ah—"
A notebook slid off the edge of the table and hit the floor. Neither of them looked at it.
He fucked her harder.
Her breasts swung and flattened against the wood, then swung again.
The nipples were still tight, still sensitive from his fingers.
Every time they dragged on the table she made a smaller, sharper sound under the moans.
Her thighs were shaking again. She pushed back against him without meaning to, meeting his strokes.
The wetness between them ran down the insides of her legs.
Lor let go of her waist with one hand, hooked his arm under her right leg, and lifted it.
Kuri’s balance shifted.
He pulled that leg up and held it against his side, her knee bent, her calf along his forearm.
The new angle opened her further. When he thrust in again, he went deeper than before.
A raw sound left her.
"That’s— too— ah— deep—"
He kept going.
The position let him drive straight into the spot that made her toes curl. Her standing foot braced against the floor.
Her other leg was hooked under his arm, held there, leaving her open. Her ass still slapped against him. The sound was wetter now.
Kuri’s hands clawed at the papers on the table.
Her moans were loud and unguarded.
The shirt hung useless off her arms.
Her breasts moved with every thrust, heavy and bare, nipples scraping the wood.
The second orgasm came faster than the first.
Her body seized.
She cried out against the table, voice breaking.
Her pussy clamped down hard around him, pulsing in tight, helpless waves.
Fresh wetness gushed out around his cock and sprayed down her thighs, dripping onto the floor between their feet.
Lor’s rhythm broke.
He slammed into her twice more, buried himself to the hilt, and came.
Thick, hot pulses filled her. She felt every one of them.
His cum flooded her already spasming pussy and immediately started spilling back out around his shaft, mixing with her own release, running down her inner thighs in warm, messy streaks.
Kuri shivered through it.
Her standing leg nearly gave. He held her up by the waist and the hooked leg, still buried inside her, still coming.
More of it leaked out of her with each small twitch of her body. It dripped off her, onto the floor, onto his thighs.
She stayed bent over the table, shaking, mouth open, the last of the moan still in her throat.
His cock stayed in her.
His cum kept seeping out around it.
Her pussy kept fluttering, weak and oversensitive, as she shivered in his hands.
Chapter 350: The Weeknd Night 5
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