“Yeah, that’s right. Insanely so.”

Richt lowered his head, swallowing her lips. His tongue entered her mouth in an instant. He sucked in her lower lip, urgent hands lifting her skirt. A large hand squeezed hard at her a$s, kneading them.

Isabelle kept retreating, causing Richt to push her back. A few steps back, she was slammed into the window, his body pressed against hers.

Even with his clothes on, she could feel the full weight of his angry c*ck on her lower stomach. They had been fighting until now, but things have escalated to this point. His hard c*ck rubbed against her gr*in.

Her lower body trembled. With her lips still sealed by his, she couldn’t utter any resistance. Richt diligently explored her fiercely, his tongue twirling and pulling. Their saliva mingled and their breathing quickened.

Relentless, Richt only shifted his position when Isabelle could barely breathe. He nibbled under her chin and sucked on her graceful neck.

“Hmph, don’t do this.”

She was serious. What Richt and she needed wasn’t s*x. This kind of evasiveness wasn’t helping matters, but he didn’t stop.

“Please, stop.”

“You’re lying.”

Richt briefly released his lips and murmured with a confident tone before burying his face in the nape of her neck again. Isabelle’s head tilted back on its own accord at the dense teasing of his tongue, clouding her reasoning. Her body gradually heated up.

His c*ck pressed against his clothed area, swelling as if they were about to burst through. The fabric rubbed against her sensitive flesh, making the stimulation even more intense. Grinding through the clothes was more arousing.

She couldn’t believe she’d just screamed out in excitement. She was disgusted with her own body, but reason was useless in the face of instinct. She felt hot and itchy down there. Conflicting emotions swept through her as she hoped Richt would somehow rip off her clothes and soothe her p*ssy.

Quickly stripping off her uncomfortable garments, Richt grabbed her br*ast and bit down hard. The place his lips touched was hot, in stark contrast to the chilly glass behind her. The soft mound crushed in his mouth.

Each bite, suck, and chew left a trail of crimson. Isabelle made a pained sound as he nipped at her n*pple again and again. Richt touched her p*ssy, all while sucking hard on her hardened n*pple.

His hand slipped between her legs. Her c*nt was already in an aroused state, moistened with the fl*id that had flowed out. Even just probing the split l*bia with his fingers produced a squelching sound.

“You’re getting w*t as if you’ve been waiting.”

“Hmm, no.”

Isabelle pressed her thighs together and shook her head from side to side. Her voice quivered in denial. The lustful hands only touched sensitive spots. Her moans grew deeper.

“Turn around.”

She couldn’t muster the courage to see her reflection in the window. When Isabelle hesitated, Leicht twitched one corner of his mouth

“Don’t like it?”

With a frightening twist in his expression, Richt yanked on her arm, pulling her to force her to turn.

“Get down on the ground with your legs spread.”

“Here?”

The place she stood on had no more than a bare floor, which wasn’t even carpeted.

“I’d rather just do it on the bed…”

“No. We’ll do it like this.”

“Why…”

“Spread your legs. Hurry.”

Isabelle moved her right foot, widening her legs a bit more than her shoulders width.

“Don’t just bend your knees, bend your upper body and touch the floor.”

Richt ordered coldly.

She felt like she was going to burst into tears at the embarrassing demand. He was tormenting her again. He was deliberately forcing her into an embarrassing pose, making her unsure of what to do, almost as if he wanted her to cry.

“What if we drag this out a bit longer?”

The rising tone at the end of his sentence was indecent.

“Huh?”

Richt urged and Isabelle bent over and pressed her hands to the floor. Her weight shifted slightly forward, but it didn’t matter.

The muscles behind her knees and thighs tightened. Her c*nt was exposed as the moistened slit relaxed. Richt bent his waist in a position where her p*ssy was clearly visible and used two fingers to spread open her l*bia. The tender and reddish inner flesh was revealed, emanating a ripe, musky scent.

It was obscenely sensual flesh, and if possible, he wanted to devour it all.

Today, he was determined not to show mercy even if she cried and begged. He would prove, over and over again, that Isabelle was his, until he was satisfied. Richt pinched the cl*toris with his thumb and forefinger.

“My c*ck’s now hard, Isabelle.”

“Hmmmm.”

Her pelvis twisted and she made an erotic sound. Then Richt twisted her cl*t again, causing Isabel to winced in pain.

“Hmph, ha-ha.”

Pulling, pinching, and persistently tormenting, the tender skin quickly turned crimson. Tears welled up in her eyes. But Richt didn’t stop. The now-sensitive cl*toris, which had become sore from the continuous stimulation, was now throbbing with just a touch.

“Please, please.”

Isabelle begged tearfully, trembling her thighs, but Richt didn’t care and pressed down hard on the spot.

“Hmm, uh, huh.”

It tingled like electricity. It was torture. A single tear rolled down her temple. Isabelle had to endure pain, pl*asure, shame—she had to endure it all.

“You’re spurting.”

The area between her legs was damp, as if water had been poured there. Richt chuckled, inserted two fingers into her v*gina, and gently scratched the inside. Isabelle shuddered, her waist trembling.

“I want to taste it; it seems insatiable.”

He rubbed his slick finger between her cracks, then plunged it into her deep, hot hole.

“Ah.”

A new moan escaped her lips, and her hips jerked. This little reaction, this little movement, was driving him crazy. Richt’s throat burned like a man suffering from a terrible thirst. Finally, unable to resist, he plunged into her tempting b*ttocks.

His fingers probed the lining of her v*gina, stimulating her where she was most sensitive, and he sucked relentlessly on the rounded curve. Even though she had been lubricated, Isabelle’s body burned.

Each time two fingers darted in and out, the slimy juices formed a thin thread. The viscous fl*id dripped down his hand, soaking it. With each rapid movement of his fingers, Isabelle moaned loudly.

“Hmm, ah, huh.”

Richt moved his tongue to her puckered backside. When he encircled the recessed area with his mouth and licked it, Isabelle resisted with a gesture of refusal.

“Mmmm, I don’t like it there.”

But Richt was in control. He effortlessly suppressed any resistance and tasted her to the fullest. The little folds twitching with every friction of his tongue. He withdrew his fast-moving fingers just as Isabelle was about to cl*max.

Unable to reach her cl*max, Isabelle, scratched the floor in agony with her hands. Richt thoroughly enjoyed watching her in this state.

“Do you want me to put it back in?”

“Hmph, hmph.”

“Tell me. What do you need? Fingers are not enough, right?”

“Huh, hmm.”

“Say it. Say you need your husband’s c*ck.”

Richt, savoring each vulgar word, lightly touched her cl*toris with his fingertips. Even with intermittent stimulation, a viscous l*quid flowed down her thighs.

“Is it not tormenting?”

Isabelle sobbed.

“Should I stop?”

“Huh, put it back in, please.”

It was a declaration of surrender.

“What? Be precise about what you want.”

“Hmph, put your thing in.”

Richt pulled his lips into a smile, demanding more persistently.

“Again.”

“Hmph, put, put your thing in.”

“Wrong answer.”

Isabelle pursed her lips and sobbed. She couldn’t bring herself to pronounce the explicit word. Richt decided to take a step back. Or more accurately, he had no more patience left. His er*ect p*nis, aroused for a long time, roared inside his pants.

He lifted her upper body and pushed her near the window again. It was an impractical position for a vigorous penetration. In the first place, the goal was to give her a sense of shame, so it had served its purpose.

“Place your hands on the window, and bend over again.”

Isabelle rolled her eyes and looked outside. She was worried that someone might be walking by, but thankfully, no one was. Relieved, Isabelle bent down to make a show of it.

Richt looked at her firm a$s and lowered his pants. Aiming his protruding p*nis at her tight v*ginal opening, he pushed his gl*ns in at once. Her v*ginal muscles contracted at the sudden intrusion.

The blunt end of his c*ck, pushed all the way inside, touched her c*rvix. He didn’t slow down, just plowed straight in. The tightly pressed c*ck pounded against her body with a relentless thrust.

The sounds of flesh colliding were loud and disruptive. The intense friction made the inside progressively warmer. It felt as if a current flowed from the spine to the b*ttocks. Her knuckles turned white as she leaned against the glass window. Isabelle cried out in unbearable pl*asure.