History at the Library

It was there, just where Aidan had relentlessly against. He stopped thrusting forth roughly like a beast without any reason and started to thrust upwards against that part as though he was stabbing it.

There? Vivian was unable to answer the question he asked back. Not only did she not have the slightest energy to lift a single finger, but her head was filled with the sparking white flashes of fireworks. As such, she was unable to release the man she held on to, and, in the end, she couldn’t help but leave fingernail marks across his back.

“Ha, so tight.”

But as she did so, Aidan only continued to speed up. Everytime he hit that same place, she felt as if she was being shaken from her toes to her head.

Vivian urged him to go slower, just a little slower, in a tearful voice, but those words were swallowed by her lips. It was because her moans were growing louder to the point of being uncontrollable, and as it did so, her moans only continued to grow in an increasing cycle.

Veins popped out against the Aidan’s forearms as he gripped the sides of the bathtub even stronger. He was doing his best to hold back, but it was already beyond his control. He felt like he was going to go crazy with the urge to thrust as deep as he possibly could.

Whenever the splashing seemed to overpower her moans, soon enough the bathroom echoed with her moans. Even though she wanted to stuff her mouth shut, she didn’t have the sanity to do so. Only when her tongue mixed with Aidan’s was her moans blocked and silence descended upon them. But as soon as their lips parted, Vivian would heave another moan.

“Haangh, Ha! Ah! Hahh! So, so hot!”

Hot pen*s, hot bathwater, hot head. She felt as though she was tied up and boiling up. By now, she wasn’t sure what was what. The water, honey, and semen mixed together heatedly in an even more sticky combination.

Vivian, who’d reached her climax, unconsciously tightened her insides, causing Aidan to let loose a low moan. He, who had been increasingly raising his speed, let out a rough breath as though he had reached the last spurt to climax. He swung deep inside and roughly pulled out of her insides which refused to let go of its hold on him.

“Ah! W, wait, I’m c*mm……. Ahhh! Ahhhk!”

Vivian’s body twisted. At the edge of the climax, yet another, new climax stacked up. Below her, hot nectar spurted out of her. She felt as though all of the rippling bathwater had become her love juices.

Her body limply shivered at the endless fall. As she reached the borderline between pleasure and pain, Vivian drew Aidan in closer as though he was her lifeline. She did so stupidly, without realizing who was the devil that made her cross between heaven and hell. At the same time, all of Aidan’s rational sense flew away whole.

Perhaps was that why? A question he would not ask normally flew out of his mouth.

“Guhh, ha……. Even now can you think of leaving for another man?”

“Aaahh! Haaangh! Hah! Ah!”

“Do, huu, answer.”

“Haaa! Ahhhh……!”

Was she showing assent or not? For a long time, she sobbingly let out moans before biting down on her lower lip and shaking her head sideways. Fortunately, it seemed she had enough consciousness to understand the question.

Aidan’s drew upwards crookedly as if even that much was satisfactory. Though it had not come to a great realization, it seemed that the fact she could leave for another man had unconsciously bothered him.

They did not have the sense to rightly think that the familiarity of the body was a frightening thing. Their reason was numbed by the stimulation they exchanged and it did not give them the slightest moment to think clearly. Each and every one of their nerves seemed as if they were burning with passion. The two were too busy instinctively lusting after the very limits of that pleasure so enjoyable to the point of death, and they fell chaotically into it.

“Haaah! I feel like I’m going to break, ha!”

“Huuu, ha.”