“Hmm, s-stop, please.”

“No.”

“Ah, s-slower, just a bit…”

“I’m already going slow enough. Can’t you handle this?”

“Hmm, t-too fast.”

“Oh, really? Then do it yourself.”

Richt suddenly stopped his hip movements. Isabelle, not understanding the meaning, looked perplexed.

“Move, do it yourself.”

He grabbed her pelvis and demonstrated by rocking her hips back and forth, showing that she should only move her lower part. Isabelle didn’t like that.

“Just.. you do it.”

“It’s too late.”

“I can’t.”

“Can’t?”

A chill was evident in his voice. The fingers that were teasing her cl*toris were now circling her rear entrance. The tiny puckered hole, teased, was almost begging for a finger.

Isabelle felt like he would thrust it in at any moment, so she tensed her body. Her a$s became stiff with tension.

“Relax.”

“Hmm, please don’t.”

“Don’t make me do it, then.”

“Hmph, please.”

“Seems like you don’t have the luxury to hesitate.”

Isabel sobbed. Her cheeks were w*t with clear tear streaks.

Her cheeks were w*t with clear tear streaks.

Richt scratched the contracted opening with his fingernails.

“You don’t want to? If you don’t want to…….”

“I’ll do it, please.”

Isabelle shyly shifted her hips back and forth, supporting her weight on her arms; she wasn’t used to moving herself, since Richt had always taken the lead in their relationship. Moving on her own was unfamiliar, and naturally, her actions were clumsy.

It was a much slower pace than Richt’s thrusts, but his p*nis swelled and bulged as if it were under intense stimulation.

“Ah.”

He let out a low moan.

“How about we play a game?”

Isabelle grew uneasy. He sometimes made unthinkable demands that caught her off guard.

“Make me c*m in ten minutes, and we’ll call it a night.”

“That’s impossible.”

“Try your best; this is your chance to get it over with once and for all.”

There was a faint hint of laughter in his words, revealing his intention to tease her.

“Uh-huh.”

“But if you can’t, we’ll go at it all night until you can’t walk properly.”

Isabelle knew better than anyone that Richt’s words were not empty threats; it wasn’t the first time she’d been up until daylight.

The problem was that, considering his usual stamina, ten minutes was barely enough time. It seemed impossible, but she did her best to move and stimulate his p*nis.

But the more she moved, the more she was the only one receiving stimulation. Every time her sensitive skin rubbed against his sh*ft; her inner walls were stimulated. In a swift turn of her gaze, Richt just had a satisfied expression and stood firmly, unaffected.

It wasn’t until she saw his lopsided, sly grin that Isabelle realized it was a losing game. The proposal was meant to be a joke. It had worked.

“Oh, time has passed.”

He said with a dry laugh, stroking his fingers over the hollow in her spine.

“Hold on until I give you permission.”

Richt began thrusting his hips again. His massive p*nis pulsed, tingling inside. Her inner muscles twitched.

“It won’t be fun if you just walk away.”

Sensual sounds flowed incessantly, and her hips bucked. Every cell raced through his blood, adding to the pl*asure. Tension surged from her waist to her toes, and every part of her body became tense.

With a powerful force, Richt firmly gripped her hips and thrust forcefully, causing her lower abdomen to swell as if it would burst. Tingling sensations spread throughout her body, and the pl*asure of cl*max overwhelmed her. She couldn’t bear it any longer.

“That’s a good f*cking c*nt.”

“Ha, ha, I can’t, I can’t hold it in.”

“If you’re not afraid of the aftermath, you can go.”

There was no way she wasn’t afraid. Isabelle pleaded.

“Hmph, ha-ha, please, please.”

She had been told to hold back her cl*max, but Richt was no different. The rush of ecstasy was already overwhelming. He also let out a low curse.

“F*ck. It feels f*cking good.”

With each deep thrust into her tight inner walls, the slick flesh clung tightly. The demanding hole contracted and relaxed, clenching around his c*ck. It felt so good, he wanted to c*m right then and there, but he held back, wanting to enjoy this pl*asure even more.

“Hmph, hmph.”

Her moans were so erotic. It was like honey in his eardrums. Richt held back his ej*culation with superhuman patience.

“You truly have a gifted hole. It’s going to devour my c*ck.”

Finally, Isabelle couldn’t hold back any longer, her legs buckled and she spurt out her c*m. Richt cl*maxed as well, squirting in a thick stream of l*quid.

Despite his p*nis blocking the passage, the ej*culated s*men leaked out. Richt stroked Isabelle’s sagging a$s and moved his hips lazily, feeling the afterglow of his ej*culation, which was heavenly.

An erotic scent vibrated between them. The hand that had been stroking her b*ttocks moved upwards, exploring her spine, waist, and shoulder blades meticulously. The body line bathed in the hazy moonlight through the window shimmered faintly with sweat.

As he traced Isabelle’s body, his gaze inadvertently fell outside and landed on a familiar figure. A man stood still in the middle of the garden, peering into the room. Richt’s eyes narrowed as he identified his identity. The irritation and anger suppressed by s*x surged up again.

Isabelle closed her eyes and leaned against the glass window, regulating her breath. Even if she had her eyes open, due to the large tree grown in the backyard, she couldn’t see the man outside from her angle.

Richt moved his hips back and forth once again. His p*nis that hadn’t even been ej*culated for long quickly hardened. It was a vengeful resentment towards the man standing outside.

“Hmm, wait just a moment.”

“That’s your problem.”

“Hmph, come on, the stimulation is too much.”

As if it wasn’t a lie, her v*ginal walls convulsed. Her insides clenched tightly as his p*nis expanded. The chaotic sound of rubbing against the perineum resumed once again.

Isabelle screamed with a new sound. The excessive pl*asure was painful. Her bottom tingled as if it had been ravished after being prodded for so long.

Every sensory cell was concentrated there, tingling at the slightest touch, and yet, Richt relentlessly kept thrusting. And then there was the sudden urge.

“Hm, wait a minute.”

“Crying won’t help.”

Richt said firmly, and concentrated on forcing his thick, hard sh*ft into her narrow opening. Isabelle felt a strong pressure on her lower abdomen as the presence entered and stirred inside.

Without warning, Richt slammed into her hard. Isabelle stood on the tips of her toes, but she could only shiver, unable to withstand the pressure on her lower belly that threatened to burst.

“Hmph, it’s not that, it’s that…….”

Isabelle said with a sobbing voice. She felt like dying of embarrassment, but she didn’t know what kind of catastrophe would happen if she didn’t let it out. Richt understood it at once and laughed crookedly.

“Is it so good that you want to pee?”

“Hm, please don’t say that…”

“How far will you go?”

“Hmph, stop, I can’t take it.”

“Then pee.”

He said with a strange laugh. The scathing words hit her eardrums. Isabelle shook her head in surprise. That would not do.

Her fingers strained against the window, knuckles turning white. It was almost painful to be squeezing her urethral, she pleaded, tears streaming down her face. The colorless l*quid trickled down her pale cheeks.

“Hm, please…”

Richt continued to hit her harder without hesitation, his hand pressing down on her lower abdomen, putting pressure on her bladder. Isabelle was dying.

The more she endured, the more cruel the torment became. Richt bent his index finger and gently rubbed the urethral opening with his fingertip. Unbearable urges surged in her belly like a storm. She felt as if she would pee at any moment. Isabelle made a moaning sound.

“Haaah.”

“How should I make you pee?”

“Hm, don’t do that.”

“Should I make you squat and pee?”

“Hmmm, no.”

“Or, do you want me to lift your one leg, like a dog?”

“Hm, no, I don’t want to.”

“Choose.”

“Hm, please…”

“Hmmm”

“I’ll do whatever you want.”

Isabelle begged.

Richt lifted Isabelle’s upper body and put his hand behind her thigh, lifting her body into the air. His sweaty chest pressed against her back. She struggled in the air, but like a piece of meat on a skewer, she couldn’t move.

“Look ahead. See what we’re doing.”

The glass reflected the junction of her thighs, which were spread wide to form a V-shape. . The reddened l*bia that were pinched and stretched to the limit, and his huge c*ck that penetrated through her.

“How is it? Can you see us in the window?”

She couldn’t bear the posture where her thighs couldn’t move and her p*ssy were wide open. She had reached her limit. The muscles around her g*nitals relaxed, and a stream of pee shot out of her urethra in a parabolic curve.

Her pupils trembled as she looked at the l*quid that was shooting out. The glass window was dirty in an instant. She had really peed.

“This is ridiculous…….”

“See? You peed while being penetrated by your husband’s d*ck, whom you want to divorce.”

His voice was a mix of sneer, satisfaction, and control.

“Take it back.”

The words he uttered syllable by syllable hit her ears like a curse.

“Say you don’t want a divorce. You’re mine for life, do you understand?”

“No, no…”

Isabelle muttered unbelievably. Her face looking at the water droplets falling from the window was more gruesome than ever. Even amidst this, her body couldn’t stop seeking pl*asure. Isabelle’s body, floating in mid-air, shook like a wooden puppet.

She no longer had the will to plead. She was afraid of him.