“Not until my p*ssy devours you… Absolutely not.”

Catherine casually uttered those lewd words in an innocent voice.

The fact that Michael was helplessly bound and blindfolded made her even bolder.

She was thrilled that she could look at him freely and stimulate him at will.

Besides, Michael couldn’t see her flushed face anyway.

Catherine straddled his thighs and slowly removed her dress in front of the blindfolded man.

“Michael, I’m undressing right now.”

As if the sound of fabric sliding down wasn’t torturous enough, she was even telling him she was undressing… Michael pleaded again.

“Can’t I undress you instead? Please untie me. Catherine, please.”

“No. Not happening.”

“Then at least take off the blindfold. Not letting me see…”

Michael grumbled quietly as if feeling wronged. His impatient voice sounded pleasant to her ears.

“I may not show you, but I’ll make sure you feel it.”

Now n*ked, Catherine leaned forward and pressed her upper body against his.

Her soft br*asts squished gently against his firm chest. She could feel him urgently drawing breath.

His chest expanded visibly as air filled his lungs. His tension was endearing.

Catherine softly kissed Michael’s neck where his veins were pulsing vigorously.

Michael’s Adam’s apple trembled as a shaky moan escaped his lips. Catherine paid no mind and sucked on his earlobe. As her tongue pressed against the soft flesh, Michael’s breathing grew rougher.

“Cather…”

Michael’s voice was cut off by Catherine’s lips, which had moved down to his jaw. Their hot tongues intertwined urgently.

Helplessly pinned down and unable to do anything, Michael sucked on Catherine’s tongue like a cactus absorbing rare desert rain.

“Ah, mmm…”

Catherine tried to withdraw her tongue, but Michael’s lips persistently followed.

Throughout this, his c*ck, hardened with excitement, kept pushing and bouncing persistently between Catherine’s p*ssy. The friction between their g*nitals was hot.

Even though she was on top, Catherine felt her soul leaving her body from Michael’s fierce intensity.

Gasping for breath and barely managing to pull her head back, she pinched his er*ect n*pple as if to punish him.

“Hng…!”

Michael’s shoulders flinched in surprise.

“You need to stay… stay still… Michael.”

After regulating her rough breathing, Catherine trailed her tongue down his neck and collarbone until she reached the n*pple she had twisted and pinched.

Then, just as Michael had done to her n*pples, she took the small, cute protrusion fully into her mouth and sucked.

“!”

His taut waist twisted. Michael rubbed his c*ck against her as if going mad. Catherine stroked his waist soothingly while licking and rubbing his n*pple with the tip of her tongue.

“Ah, ugh… Cather, Catherine. Haa.”

Michael’s reactions, showing he didn’t know what to do with the pleasure, excited Catherine. Even though he wasn’t doing anything to her, sticky fluid began leaking from Catherine’s p*ssy.

Michael’s gl*ns rubbed between her increasingly wet p*ssy, desperately wanting to enter.

Catherine didn’t rush. She wanted to please him more. She wanted to push him to the brink of pleasure until he could barely breathe, just as she had experienced.

“You know, Michael. Your n*pples are pretty too.”

She playfully complimented his n*pples, just as Michael had once done to her. Michael painfully let out a strange moan.

Giggling, Catherine placed kisses along his muscular abs. The quiet room filled with the moist sounds of her lips touching and leaving his skin, mixed with Michael’s moans.

Finally, her lips reached Michael’s lower body with its bushy pubic hair. Michael, who had been breathing heavily, urgently squeezed her waist with his thighs and said:

“Y-you don’t have to go that far, Catherine.”

“…Why?”

“It’s dirty.”

“It’s not dirty at all… You said the same thing. That mine wasn’t dirty at all. And… you only smell like soap right now.”

Michael had arrived at his mansion in the capital, immediately washed himself, changed clothes, and rushed here.

If it hadn’t been for the party, he would have rushed over without changing, but he couldn’t go to a party venue in a disheveled state without an invitation. Thinking about it now, it seemed like a good decision… Michael’s feelings were complicated.

“Besides… I’ve already done it once before.”

Every time Catherine spoke, her breath tickled his c*ck. His excitement peaked to the point of pain. He clenched his jaw so hard it ached.

“Hmm… but looking at it like this, it’s not bad. The shape is neat and pretty.”

Catherine positioned herself between Michael’s legs and playfully tapped his er*ect c*ck. After spreading the leaked s*men on the gl*ns with her fingertip, she couldn’t contain her curiosity and tasted the tip with her tongue.

“Ah, ugh…! Ungh!”

Michael jerked his hips roughly. He looked beyond excited, almost in agony. Glancing at him briefly, Catherine grabbed his trembling c*ck shaft with both hands.

Catherine kneaded the large, hard member that couldn’t be fully grasped with one hand.

It felt different to freely handle what had seemed like a frightening weapon when it had pushed into her without warning. The slick, hard, hot thing felt quite nice in her hands.

“Cathy. Stop… stop.”

“Here, does it feel good? How good? Hmm?”

“Hah…!”

“If you don’t answer, I’ll keep tormenting you.”

“It feels good… D*mn it, I said it feels good! Kuh.”

Michael answered painfully, biting his swollen lips. He looked tormented, unable to contain his pleasure.

Gulp.

Swallowing dryly, Catherine stared at Michael’s c*ck filling her hands. Then she pushed it into her mouth all at once.

“Huk!”

Her widely stretched lips felt numb. Michael’s thick member filling her tongue felt quite burdensome, but she didn’t spit it out.

Catherine sucked the enormous thing that wouldn’t fit entirely into her mouth deep into her throat.

As she tightened her throat as if swallowing, Michael’s breathing became as rough as it could possibly be.

The silk cloth binding Michael’s wrists pulled taut. His fists clenched tightly, but Catherine, busy sucking, licking, and holding his c*ck in her mouth, didn’t notice.

“Hmmm. Ugh…”

With such a large object in her mouth, she couldn’t breathe properly. Even as she felt her breath becoming irregular, Catherine couldn’t stop tightening and releasing his member with her tongue and lips.

The cloudy prec*m went down her throat. Though she barely tasted it since it bypassed her tongue, she could feel the thick liquid flowing quite abundantly.

“Please. Please… Cathy, ple… haah.”

Hearing his pleading voice, Catherine tightened her throat forcefully. With her hand, she gently touched his swollen t*sticles.

As she kneaded his slick member, wet with her saliva and his prec*m, with her small hand, Michael thrust his hips upward, digging deeper into her throat.

Judging by his trembling and tensing, his climax seemed imminent. Catherine patiently tightened her tongue and throat.

Her jaw ached and her tongue burned, but seeing Michael in agony brought her satisfaction. And finally, when she rolled her tongue widely and tightened around his member, Michael, who had been gritting his teeth saying “no,” stopped resisting.

“Huk…”

He breathed urgently. His thighs tensed, and with a movement beyond rational control, he thrust into Catherine’s throat.

Splash! Something erupted violently. It flowed out so copiously that Catherine, who had been swallowing gulp after gulp, couldn’t handle it and had to remove her mouth.

With a squelching sound, it burst out, reaching Catherine’s chest. White, sticky s*men flowed between her pink n*pples and luscious br*asts.

“Ah, mmm… ugh.”

Catherine swallowed the s*men in her mouth with a gulp and wiped what was on her lips. She could taste the pungent s*men, but didn’t feel particularly repulsed.

“Michael.”

Catherine removed his blindfold as he panted heavily from the afterglow of his climax. Michael’s eyes were cloudy.

Seeing his half-closed eyes and feverish red face, she felt utterly satisfied. Catherine lifted his chin to make him look at her, then spoke with a deliberately displeased expression:

“I told you not to cum until I put it in my p*ssy… Look at this. What are you going to do?”

She pointed to the s*men flowing between her br*asts. The sticky fluid had flowed down her slender stomach to her pubic hair. His gaze naturally fell on her luscious br*asts, navel, and pubic area.

“…Untie me, Catherine.”

Michael pleaded once more in a husky voice. The knot had loosened halfway from his struggling and straining, but Michael chose not to forcibly untie it himself and instead begged her again.

Catherine didn’t answer and touched Michael’s c*ck, which had barely softened despite his climax. The slick thing twitched, signaling its continued vitality.

She grabbed it and climbed onto Michael’s stomach. The hot, slick tip tickled her entrance, which was soaking wet with her juices.

“Ah, Catherine… Catherine.”

“It’s supposed to be more sensitive after ej*culation… I want to put it in.”

“Ah, no! Wait. Kuh…!”

Ignoring Michael’s urgent protests, Catherine pushed it into her pulsating p*ssy in one go.

Though slightly less rigid than usual after his release, which made it enter more elastically, Catherine squeezed it with all her might as it pushed inside.

“Ah…! Hak!”

Michael’s eyes immediately glazed over. He seemed unable to breathe properly, gasping and completely surrendering to Catherine as she tightened her vaginal walls.

Thump, thump, Catherine’s plump b*ttocks pounded against Michael’s groin. With each movement, her n*pples, glistening with his s*men, bounced up and down.

Watching this sight, Michael felt like even his eyeballs were turning red with heat. Unable to hold back any longer, he used the strength in his b*ttocks and thighs to thrust his c*ck into her.