"Uck... uckk... Cassian..." Lucy gasped, her voice breaking as her breath caught in her throat. She couldn't even muster a moan, her body trembling so intensely with each upward thrust of Cassian's hips that it seemed to forget how to function. Cassian, reveling in the sight before him, couldn't suppress his smirk as he admired her from behind.
He kept her hips elevated, her soft, round buttocks high in the air, the perfect angle to control every inch of his movements. His length stretched her fully, the snug warmth enveloping him like a vice, and he made sure to keep the connection deep as he withdrew only slightly. Then, with a deliberate slam, he drove himself back inside, his hips meeting her with a wet, resounding impact. Her plush cheeks rippled with each thrust, the jiggle hypnotic, a rhythm of its own as the force sent waves through her soft flesh.
Lucy endured each thrust, her body trembling as she edged closer to that overwhelming state she had experienced only once before—also with Cassian. Finally, between gasps and breaths that caught in her throat, she managed to stammer, "Uck... slow... uckk... slow... uckk... down..."
Cassian barely registered her words, and even if he had completly understood her, he wouldn't have stopped. His own release was rapidly approaching, far sooner than expected given he'd just climaxed moments ago. But he didn't care. The sensation of being buried inside her impossibly tight folds was intoxicating, a pleasure so intense it felt like tasting heaven while still very much alive.
Driven by his growing intensity, Cassian's hands gripped Lucy's hips, guiding her up and down in perfect rhythm with his own movements. Each thrust synchronized, deliberate, and powerful. Lucy, having surrendered all desire for control, felt her thoughts scatter as his relentless strokes reached the deepest parts of her folds, sending waves of sensation through her.
Her walls spasmed uncontrollably, releasing more fluid with every impact, keeping her slick and ready for him. A rising heat coiled within her, each thrust feeling like a small climax in itself, pushing her closer to the edge of an overwhelming release. She craved that final crescendo but desperately wished for a moment to catch her breath before being swept away completely.
Once again, Lucy tried to speak, her voice broken by the few breaths she managed to take. "Uckkk... ucckk... please... ick... ucckk slow... ucckk... down..." she gasped, but as before, Cassian paid no attention. His eyes, clouded with lust, were fixated on the mesmerizing jiggle of her buttocks and the enticing view of the two entrances before him—one being repeatedly pounded, its wetness dripping like a leaky faucet.
Her folds, swollen and flushed, seemed to cling tightly with every withdrawal, only to part again as he drove back in. The bush above her entrance was matted with sticky fluids, glimmering in the dim light as more of her arousal spilled out, coating her thighs and dripping onto the surface below. The heat radiating from her body, combined with the steady slickness, made the scene impossibly erotic.
The other entrance, nestled between her spread buttocks, was left slightly parted from the constant motion. Each thrust caused her cheeks to press together and then spread apart again, exposing the small, puckered spot beneath, glistening faintly as the fluids from her folds spread down, mixing with the sheen of sweat covering her skin.
Every time his hips drew back, thick strings of sticky liquid stretched between them, forming glistening bridges that shimmered before snapping as he thrust forward again. The slimy, translucent threads clung to his length and her inner thighs, marking every motion with an audible wetness.
All of this pushed Cassian to the edge, and with a powerful thrust, his body curling with the intensity of it, he released himself deep inside her once more. Lucy, her eyes teary and wide with shock, gasped for air, her body trembling as her breath finally broke free. The sound of her moan escaped her lips, and with it, an orgasm more intense than before washed over her, her body convulsing in a surge of pleasure.
The force of her climax made her squirt a stream of slick, blurry fluids, spraying onto him with undeniable power. Cassian remained inside her, pressing his hips forward, determined to stay deep within her as the sensation of release pulsed through both of them. He kept her close, holding her tightly against him, wanting to release the essence as deep he could.
Making her release the liquid with even more force, she continued as Cassian, now almost sitting, hugged her waist tightly, keeping her close and curled up like he was agasint her. His member was still deep inside her as he finished, releasing everything. But Lucy was far from done. Where she had been leaking before, now she was fully open, and it didn't seem like she would stop until she had released everything. Her body kept trembling as she shot more and more blurry liquid, soaking the seats and wetting them thoroughly.
As some of the fluid trickled down her smooth, full thighs, they became even more irresistible, glistening in the dim light. The wetness left a shiny trail, drawing attention to the curves of her body, making her skin look even more inviting. Cassian's member was still deep inside her, keeping her folds spread wide, the sight of where the liquid came from now clear. Just above her entrance, nestled in the thick, damp bush, the fluids oozed out in a steady flow.
As the liquid continued to leak, it spread slowly down, gathering at the base of her entrance before flowing down further, dripping and leaving a trail that curved along the soft, smooth skin of her inner thighs. The steady flow of fluids pooled between her legs, coating her thighs and traveling downward, making the skin of her plump.
As both of them reached their orgasms, Cassian remained lost in the haze of pleasure, holding her tightly. She was sitting on his lap, curled forward with her knees pressed against her breasts, and his member still deep inside her. Blurry fluids mixed with the lingering evidence of his release, oozing out of her in small, sticky streams. Unlike Cassian, Lucy seemed completely lost in her own mind, drifting in a dazed state.
It wasn't until several minutes later that she slowly began to come back to herself, while Cassian continued to savor the moment. He gently kissed her back, nipping at her shoulder and neck, trailing his lips over her flushed skin, and even placing soft kisses on her cheeks. His hands, full of desire, roamed over her, squeezing her full breasts, his fingers pinching and twisting her hard nipples, drawing soft moans from her lips as she remained in her blissful, blanked-out state.
As she slowly came back to herself, Venice's body relaxed into Cassian's grip, her weight resting fully on him as she let herself unwind further. A satisfied smile spread across her face, and she murmured, "You made me pee..."
Cassian smirked, his voice playful as he replied, "You did that yourself..." He wasn't the one responsible for her pleasure—she had done that on her own. He'd simply been there, but he wouldn't deny that what followed was definitely his doing. Still, she had a hand in it too.
Lucy didn't immediately respond. Instead, she let out a soft moan as Cassian kneaded her sweaty breasts, planting a gentle kiss on her cheek. After a moment, she asked with a hint of curiosity, "You don't think it's kinda gross that I did it all over you?"
"Nah..." Cassian said, shaking his head, one hand squeezing her stomach while the other stayed on her breast. "It was exciting..."
Hearing him, Lucy smiled teasingly and asked, "You like that?"
Cassian didn't think much of the question, too caught up in raising her arm and placing his face under her sweaty armpit. He nodded, his tongue darting out to lick her skin.
As she moaned from the sensation of his tongue on her armpit, she smirked, "Ahhh, so you're a pervert who likes getting peed on, huh?"
"Nah, I don't," Cassian replied with a smirk, his lips still pressed to her skin as he sucked gently on her armpit. His hands continued kneading her breast near it, his gaze never leaving her body. "But you seemed to enjoy me watching you piss yourself."
Lucy, amused, looked down at his face buried in her armpit. Meeting his gaze, she raised an eyebrow and asked, "Would you watch me if, I did?"
"I will, but I want to it force it out of you, not just you releasing it on your own. There's no fun in that," Cassian said, feeling a small spasm ripple through her folds as he spoke.
"Ngghhh..." Lucy moaned, clearly affected by his words. She bit her bottom lip hard, then let out a breathy sigh. "I wish you could, but I don't think there's anymore left inside me...to do it now..."