A flood of warm liquid surged out from between my legs, trailing down my thighs in a trembling wave as the aftershock of that staggering orgasm crashed through . My entire body quaked uncontrollably—shivers traveling from the tips of my fingers to the arch of my feet—as I remained bent over, breathless, feeling every drop of it spill out as if it had torn sothing open deep inside .
My chest rose and fell sharply, lungs begging for air.
"Haa...~ Ha...~" I panted, my voice uneven, shallow, every breath sounding wet and desperate. A thin string of drool slipped from the corner of my lips, trailing down my chin as my mouth hung open in shock and satisfaction.
"Are you okay, Irene?" Leon asked gently, his voice layered with a smile, yet tinged with concern.
"I-I’m fine... I’m just... trying to catch my breath for a mont," I whispered, eyes barely focused, my body still twitching from the lingering waves of pleasure echoing through my muscles.
That orgasm had been so powerful, so consuming, it left teetering on the edge of consciousness. My vision blurred slightly, and for a mont, I wasn’t even sure where I was anymore.
"Haa...~ ha...~"
Ti seed to pause as I struggled to co back to myself. After what felt like forever, I finally lifted my gaze, glancing back at him with flushed cheeks and shaky breath.
"Y-You can continue now..." I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper.
Leon’s lips curled into a slow, approving smile as his hands tightened around my hips, firm and reassuring.
And then—he moved again.
"Ahhh...!" I gasped, my eyes snapping shut.
The mont he began again, the pressure returned in full—intense and unrelenting. It wasn’t just physical—it was emotional, almost spiritual. The sensation slamd into with such force I could barely hold myself upright.
I never imagined it could feel this good—this addictive.
"Ahhhn, ah, ahh... ah, ah, ahhh...~ Ahh, ahhnnngghhh~ Ah, ah, ahhhh...! I-It feels good...~ Ahhh, ahh... This is... so good...~ T-The best...!"
The words spilled from my lips without thought, broken and uncontrolled.
My voice echoed around the room in rhythmic bursts, syncing with the sounds of motion, the soft slap of skin, the creak of the table I was braced against. Each thrust, each push inside, sent sparks racing up my spine and bursting like fireworks behind my eyes.
It was as if my body had surrendered completely—abandoning any resistance. I was opening up to the pleasure, losing myself to it with every second.
My breath hitched, and a soft whimper slipped out between my lips.
"Ahhh, ahhh...~ Ahh, ah, ahhh, ahh, ah, ahhh...~"
He was deep—so deep—and his size stretched in ways that made it impossible to think straight. I could feel every shift, every inch of his length as it moved within, pushing my limits over and over again.
"Ah, ahhh...~ L-Leon... P-Please cum....! Because I’m going to cum again!!!"
The intensity was mounting again. I could feel it winding up from the inside, like a spring pulled too tightly—ready to snap. My thoughts blurred into raw sensation. I couldn’t think. I could barely breathe.
"Yes, I’m going to cum now as well...!" Leon groaned, his voice rough, deeper now—strained and feral with urgency.
He moved faster, more forceful, every motion deliberate and carnal, and yet it wasn’t roughness that overwheld —it was the consistency, the depth, the way he knew exactly how to make my body burn.
Each thrust was like a hamr strike against my nerves, and I couldn’t stop the trembling in my knees. My hands gripped the table so tightly it felt like my knuckles would break.
It felt like he was striking sothing inside with pinpoint precision—the soft flesh that separated where I was filled from where my womb pulsed just beyond. I could feel it through every beat, every thrust. It was maddening.
My mouth opened in a wordless scream.
"Nghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~!!!"
That final wave crashed, and I ca—harder than before.
It wasn’t just physical. It was emotional. It stripped sothing from and gave sothing else back—sothing primal.
"Kuh...!"
I heard Leon’s breath hitch as well—his voice heavy with strain.
And then I felt it.
Heat.
It poured into all at once, flooding , filling up from deep within. It was thick, and warm, and shocking. The sensation made my whole body lurch. I clenched around him instinctively.
It felt like fire spreading inside —hot and powerful. Almost too much.
My vision blurred, my body arched, and I felt his release deep within.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh, ahhhh...~!"
My moans echoed through the space as I trembled, every nerve in my body overcharged and frayed.
Then, Leon began to pull out.
A wet pop marked his withdrawal, and I could feel how wide I still was. The strange emptiness that followed made shiver.
A second later, I felt it—his warmth leaking out of . It trailed down slowly, tickling along the curves of my thighs, joining the rest of our ss pooling below. The scent of sweat and spent bodies filled the room.
My knees buckled.
I collapsed gently to the floor, barely catching myself with trembling arms on the edge of the table. My entire body sagged, legs folded beneath .
I panted. Deep, shuddering breaths.
Then, I felt another wave build inside —but this one was different.
"Ahhh... S-Sothing else is coming...~ Fuaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh~~"
My body let go again—another release. Liquid stread out of , warm and golden, spreading across the already soiled floor. My thighs trembled violently from the strain of it, but I didn’t stop it. I couldn’t.
I was overwheld.
All I could do was breathe.
Leon watched silently—eyes wide, unmoving—as I emptied out everything. My gaze t his, dazed and half-lidded. I saw the awe, the fascination. My cheeks flushed deeper.
We both knew this wasn’t over.
Sothing in clenched involuntarily—a soft reminder of how full I’d been, and how much I still wanted him. As I clenched, another soft trickle escaped —more warmth, more release.
More longing.
***
Leon’s POV
Irene lay on the floor, utterly spent, her body draped against my leg like a delicate ss of silk and exhaustion. Her cheeks glowed with the aftermath of ecstasy, and her fingers clung gently to .
I leaned back slightly, letting her rest, her lips now wrapped around again as she gently suckled, eyes soft with dazed affection.
My cock had been inside her so many tis tonight, yet the warmth of her mouth still made twitch. My hand idly slid between her legs again, fingers slipping inside with ease. She was still wet. Still ready.
It was nightfall before we even noticed.
Eventually, I pulled back from her lips, my cock slipping free with a final twitch. She gave a soft whimper of disappointnt—but then smiled, cheeks still flushed, and opened her mouth slightly to show the proof. There was nothing left. She’d swallowed it all.
"That’s good," I told her with a smirk. "Thanks for the swallow."
We rested in the quiet for a while, until we finally started to redress, piece by piece.
"Jeez... I’m running out of tights," she muttered, fixing her skirt. "Might as well not wear them if we’re going to keep doing this."
"Tights and stockings are kind of a thing for ," I replied. "I like it when you wear them."
She rolled her eyes with a laugh, but I could see the faint smirk forming.
"If that’s the case, maybe start supplying them. My professor salary isn’t cut out for restocking torn tights every ti you lose control."
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