Mikayla was being flipped and turned around by him, lying on the bed crying, with tears staining the pillow and semen staining the bed sheet.
Her fair white ass was red from being hit by the man's testicles, and he wished they could both be stuffed into the hole too, the tightened vaginal muscles could feel the veins on the penis, sucking it even more tightly.
Mikayla had lost count of how many times she had reach orgasm, crying and crawling forward, only to be slapped on her ass by the man behind her. Cayden held her waist and dragged her back, the thick sexual organ just hitting the center of her flower, Mikayla cried out in pain and spurted water again.
"Ah... wow... don't do that to me!"
The debt of half a month was always going to be paid back, Cayden's eyes were filled with desire, he rubbed the red ass he had just hit and continued to ram into her vagina aggressively and fiercely.
He admitted that he was jealous, but when he saw Mikayla having an orgasm under him now, the joy of sex was something that only he could give her, the thin veil of doubt in his heart seemed to be slowly lifted.
Cayden bit her earlobe, his voice was low and slightly resentful, "Mikayla, don't leave me, okay?"
Every time they had sex, he felt that Mikayla and he were the real couple, but what Cayden wanted was not just that.
Mikayla didn't know if she had heard or not, she looked at him confusedly, "... Hmm?"
"Don't leave me." She nodded dazedly, and Cayden tightened her hand. There were faint kiss marks on the woman's fair back, hinting at a suggestive intimacy.
Cayden continued to thrust for several hundred times, moaning as he ejaculated his semen into her. After that, Mikayla passed out.
He got up to catch his breath and came back to his senses, only to find the scene even more lascivious. The woman lay powerless on the black bedding, and white semen slowly oozed out of her swollen vulva. Cayden took a deep breath and carried Mikayla into the bathroom.
Mikayla woke up to find herself in Cayden's arms. The two of them were lying in a clean bathtub, and Cayden was attending to her with care.
When the foam was applied to her breasts, Mikayla couldn't help but shiver. She hadn't fully recovered yet, and she said, "No... no more..."
Cayden's other hand gently massaged her waist, "Hmm, no more."
Mikayla still wanted to complain a bit, but Cayden's massage technique was too comfortable, and she leaned against his strong and powerful chest, closing her eyes and gradually falling asleep..
Cayden's fingers went into the hole and slowly dug out the semen, then cleaned her up and applied some medicine before returning to bed.
The rain was still drizzling outside the window, and the raindrops falling from the eaves hit the window, dripping and dripping, merging with the ticking sound of the clock on the bedside table.
2:30 a.m.
Cayden frowned and got out of bed to close the window tightly. Suddenly, the warm source by Mikayla's side disappeared, and she pouted and covered her face with the blanket. Cayden came back and smiled, helping her tuck the blanket in and hugging her again.
In the darkness, he stared at Mikayla's face without blinking, his fingers gently brushing her lip, "Mikayla, do you have me in your heart?"
The person in her arms was sleeping soundly, and he knew she wouldn't answer. Cayden didn't know why he would be so anxious and emotional in his relationships, all because of her.
He seemed to be mocking himself, with a smile on his lips, "At least now - you are by my side."
He stroked her thick hair and hugged her a little tighter, as if holding a treasure he had kept for years. Cayden left a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Goodnight."
