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Eileen, having ceased to cry, with an amazed face asked again: "Three times?.."
She feverishly tried to remember.
Then she asked Cesare how other people engage in sex.
Asked if they do this two or three times, but he didn't give a clear answer.
And now he spoke of some *agreement*.
For Eileen, who already was gasping from fatigue, it was like thunder among a clear sky.
But she couldn't dispute his words.
Cesare, as if correcting her slightly crooked pose, slightly lifted her body.
From a light strike deep inside Eileen immediately all squeezed and groaned.
"M-m-m, so don't want... on the bed... m-m-m!"
"Will you at all be able to reach the bed?" Cesare immediately pointed out to her the problem in her words.
Scarcely did he take a step, as her entrails again mercilessly squeezed around his member.
Eileen, having startle, hurriedly changed her words: "S-simply somewhere nearby... want... m-m-m..."
Anywhere, only if there were somewhere to sit down.
Cesare, not objecting, followed her desire and took a step.
Eileen firmly squeezed eyes, trying to restrain the feeling as if with each his step someone methodically pressed in the very depth.
It was a very strange feeling.
At first a dull pain and weak aversion appeared.
She was so sharply squeezed at the entrance to the uterus that she even startle from pain.
But then a strange pleasure arrived.
Not that bright, blinding, from which one wants to shout, but it stubbornly built up, layer after layer, not desiring to stop.
Since he continued insistently to caress her with the head, all her lower body tensed from enjoyment, inside the vagina small convulsions began.
Her heart beat as if coming out of chest, and the crotch pulsated, now squeezing, now letting go his member.
*‘It's too strange...’*
It seemed one must not allow him to torment her further.
Otherwise the body would surely break.
*‘A little more... a little more to endure...’* Eileen with all her might restrained the surging waves of sensations.
She bit her lips so as not to shout.
The small brick house today seemed so spacious.
Finally Cesare stopped.
The chosen place turned out the sofa in the living room.
She already thought he would accurately lay her on the sofa, and calmed down... but he sat on the sofa, still holding her on hands.
"I-i-ik!" The thick member struck straight into that same sensitive area which he all this time irritated.
Eileen cried out, her head was thrown back.
Sharp pain rolled in a wave.
Not in a state to withstand this endless stream, she trembled, firmly pressing to Cesare.
"Th-this is... strange..." It was not like that pleasure which she knew.
So strange that to withstand it was impossible.
As if someone forced her to endure tickling.
A large hand lead over her trembling back.
Cesare, pressing her to himself, stroked the breast shuddering from participated breath, and with light movements went over the nipples.
"I haven't even done anything yet." He deeply kissed the crying Eileen, lead with tongue over her palate, calming.
"Let's do something pleasant."
Cesare took her by the thighs with both hands.
She scarcely had enough time to think that it was dangerous, as he slightly lifted her, and then lowered.
The firm, hot member slipped out, and then with one movement again entered into her, resting straight in the cervix of the uterus.
For a moment before eyes it darkened.
Not managed Eileen to come to herself and cry out, as he began mercilessly to move.
The thick member stretched the walls of the vagina, filling her to the limit, before slipping out and again entering.
That pleasure which before this Eileen had experienced now grew with uncontrollable speed.
She trembled, desperately entreating:
"M-m-m... no... here... enough..." The tongue got stuck, she couldn't even clearly speak.
Cesare heavily breathed.
He smirked and whispered with enjoyment: "Really don't want?
A-a-ah...
You after all wanted to gladden the husband..."
He unexpectedly frowned.
Eileen jerked, and he unexpectedly sharply drove the member deeper, having squeezed her crotch.
"M-m-m-m!" On the back side of his palm veins protruded.
He lead with tongue over his lips, grabbed her by the waist so firmly that marks remained, and sharply slightly lifted the hips.
Eileen's hair flew apart, breast bounded in tact with his sharp movements.
All reddened, she helplessly entreated while he mercilessly drove into her:
"I-ik, Cesare-nim...
P-pardon... enough... m-m-m-m..." She herself didn't know in what she was at fault.
Simply in fear before the rising pleasure blurted out the first that came to head.
But he, always so condescending, now seemed not in a mood for mercy.
He began to move faster and sharper.
The sound of wet slaps was distributed over the room from their joined bodies.
Her clitoris tensed, having evoked an almost unbearable urge, but Eileen didn't manage to realize this—all her body was overwhelmed by a strange, pinching enjoyment.
"I-i-ik, n-no... t-truly... enough... a-a-ah!" Eileen cried out and froze.
With the last breath incredibly strong pleasure pierced her.
She widely opened eyes and froze.
"A-a-a..." Incoherent groans dripped from her lips.
She even didn't realize she was groaning.
Blissful enjoyment similar to pain squeezed the brain.
Over the body goosebumps ran, animal groans without a stop broke out from the throat.
Moisture accumulated in her crotch gushed outside.
Then from her small clitoris a transparent liquid spurted, having flooded their lower parts of bodies and even the sofa.
But Cesare didn't stop.
He continued to drive the member into her widely opened vagina.
Already so wet that friction nearly vanished, he slid inside and outside, striking in the very depth.
Scarcely she emitted this jet, as from her again helplessly spurted transparent liquid.
Eileen cried, trembling.
She squeezed eyes, tears gushed in a stream.
Probably, she had a stupid expression of face.
But she couldn't move even a single finger.
Simply helplessly floundered in mortal enjoyment.
With each his thrust she came again and again.
Her body definitely broke.
Eileen cried, entreating Cesare: "E-enough...
I again... again..." Again felt how it flows.
She broke into tears, sobbing: "Please... finish... a-a-ah... pardon... faster...
I beg..."
Cesare deeply kissed her.
He thrust the tongue into her mouth, simultaneously impaling her on his member.
Having pressed to the cervix of the uterus, he finally began to ejaculate.
"A-a-a-ah!" Eileen jerked with the whole body.
In the moment when the thick liquid gushed into her delicate depths, she again reached orgasm.
While the cervix of the uterus was being drenched with his sperm, she in response flooded his crotch.
While her exhausted body uncontrollably surrendered to sensations, Cesare continued to finish.
Jet after jet filled her inside.
"H-ha... a-ah..." He heavily breathed, slowly swaying hips.
Enjoying the last moments, he not in a hurry rubbed with the member against her walls, smearing the sperm.
And Eileen, having trembled before this, simply slumped on him.
When to her a little of consciousness returned, she finally realized what she’d done.
Having seen all this liquid around, only just restrained tears again surged.
On the first night she too erred, but then immediately lost consciousness and remembered nothing.
Woke up already clean.
But now, in full consciousness, looking at this mess, she simply wanted to cry.
Eileen shrank, trying to hide trembling limbs, and didn't withstand, whispering:
"This is cruel..."
"Why?" With eyes still reddened from orgasm Cesare sarcastically whispered: "To me it seems, I was very gentle."