Do Not Feed Recklessly - Chapter 5. Part 6

“Hey…….” 

The stream of water from the shower hit her p*ssy, sending warm streams of water slapping against her cl*t. 

“Hmph, hmph…….”

Jia’s body shook as she clenched between her legs.

Ethan quickly wrapped his arms around her waist and held her close as he ran the shower head over her p*ssy. 

“Hmph, hmph…”

The warm water and the pressure of the shower washed over her delicate mucous membranes, making her c*m.

Her stomach twisted into knots at the sensations she’d never felt before.  The steady stream of water hitting her p*ssy felt like it was drowning her.

Jia instinctively threw her arms around Ethan’s neck and clung to him.

Then, as Ethan cleared the shower, he slid a finger between her parted p*ssy lips. A damp, wet v*gina greeted him.

It was so wet that his fingertips had only touched it for a moment and it was slick with her clear juices. 

“I think I can go right in.” 

Ethan giggled and rubbed his fingers around the perimeter of her v*gina, then his thumb pressed firmly against her cl*t, circling it once. 

“Mmmmm…”

But the rust-soaked entrance stiffened and swallowed one of his fingers, even though he’d only rubbed it lightly.

Ethan’s finger slid into the crimson opening and was quickly s*cked in. Ethan’s surprise was palpable. 

“Wow, Jia, do you want me to go faster?”

Ethan said, thrusting his dangling finger in and out. 

“You’re making it hard for me to stand.” 

The sound of water gurgling with each movement of his fingers as they swirled over her tight flesh lasciviously filled the bathroom. 

Fingers penetrated her p*ssy, deep, deep, mercilessly, moving freely as if exploring every inch of her inner walls.

Jia did her best to hold back her moans, but it wasn’t enough. Her legs kept losing strength and her vision seemed to go blank.

Behind her, a p*nis the size of a water bottle kept poking her.

As she hugged Ethan, soaking wet and n*ked, the sensation of their skin touching was strange. A slippery yet warm and soft warmth covered their bodies.

Even though their bodies only touched lightly, her hair stood on end more sensitively than usual.

“Ah, s**t… .”

Jia looked down and saw Ethan’s big hand between her legs. He was pushing another finger into her cramped v*gina, trying to widen the hole with a scissor-like motion.

Ethan’s c*ck was trapped between Jia’s thighs.  Every slow arch of Ethan’s back rubbed his hard, erect c*ck between her wet legs.

The fingers that had been probing her p*ssy for so long were pulled out and the gl*ns, like a baby’s fist, dug between her labia and began to rub her p*ssy. 

It moved like a beast in search of prey, slowly moving up and down from her v*ginal opening to her cl*t.

The other hand squeezed Jia’s bouncing br*ast hard, rubbing and pinching the pointed nipple. 

“Ha, yeah…” 

The heat made it impossible to think. She just wanted the familiar pleasure to wash over her as soon as possible.

Before she knew it, Jia was writhing beneath her, rubbing Ethan’s c*ck against her p*ssy.

Ethan smiled at the sight, pretending to be relaxed. 

“You like it that much?”

He giggled mischievously as he pushed his c*ck between her p*ssy lips, looking as ridiculous as a hot dog, and then nibbled on the tip of her br*ast. 

After a moment of close rubbing, the c*ck slid down a little and began to line up with her hole, her body tensing in anticipation of the sensations to come.

“Relax,”  Ethan said, pinching her n*pple again.

In an instant, Jia’s body shook, the strength draining from her.  Her tightly constricted hole loosened and the c*ck, which hadn’t waited for the right time, entered her v*gina and sank in.

“Ugh! Ahh.”

At that moment, Jia’s body froze as if struck by lightning. The sensation of a hard and large object being thrust into her tightly clenched flesh was still unfamiliar.

Every time the hot shaft of his p*nis rubbed against her tight v*ginal lips, Jia’s body flinched and trembled.

Perhaps because she was standing, Ethan’s c*ck felt clearer than before. It was as if she could feel the outline of the p*nis touching her inner wall.

He pulled it out slowly and he mercilessly thrust his c*ck back in.

This time Jia could barely moan, gasping for breath.

“Heuheu, heuheu, heuheu… …”

The gaping hole s*cked hard at the root of her d*ck, throbbing as if it were s*cking it in. The p*nis, inserted as if to lift the cervix, began to thrust even harder.

“Huh, ah, ugh, eh, Ethan… … hmph, ah!”

Jia’s body shook as if she were having a seizure at Ethan’s movements, which were fast and relentless, not allowing her even a moment to rest.

The thrusts were harder than before as he pushed her to her limits, plunging in and out at the same time.

The protruding gl*ns poked and rubbed against the soaking wet flesh, stirring it as if it were its own home.

The hardened p*nis felt like it wasn’t a lump of flesh but a red-hot iron hammer.

Thud, thud, thud, the sound of flesh being struck continued to echo throughout the bathroom. The sound of water dripping from the shower head and Jia’s moans filled the room obscenely.

Ethan’s hands gripped Jia’s hips tightly so she couldn’t escape.

“Huh, ugh, ah!”

The feeling of the long p*nis being pulled out and then inserted without warning was too dizzying to describe.

The area between her legs trembled and her lower abdomen tightened of its own accord.

Her vision was blurred by the dampness of the bathroom and Ethan’s doggy pounding behind her was rough and brutal. 

Ethan sank his teeth into Jia’s neck and murmured. 

“Ahh, Jia…” 

His voice was lower than usual, perhaps because he was aroused. Jia’s fleshy br*asts bounced and jiggled with each thrust of the c*ck in her p*ssy.

Ethan f*cked her for as long as it took to satisfy his desire until her body was stretched out like a doll on a string. 

He’d blown his c*m over and over again, but his c*ck was still hard pointed skywards, unafraid. 

Ethan plunged his stiff, swollen c*ck deep into her c*nt, savoring it one last time, then pulled it out, his mouth-watering.

“Jia, are you in pain?” he asked gently, trying to calm the lust in his voice.

Jia nodded weakly and collapsed into his arms, gasping for breath. 

“I’m going to wash you,” he said reassuringly as he carefully lifted the shower head and washed her body from neck to br*east, forearms, stomach, and hips, working his way down.

Since she didn’t mind the touch, Jia obediently gave in. Ethan felt strange as he watched Jia in silence and old memories came back to him. A faint smile hung on Ethan’s lips the whole time he washed Jia.