To avoid the question of "Do you or don't you," she turned her head, changing the subject, completely unaware that her face was turning as red as a beet. "You... you're too heavy, get off me."
His gaze darkened, but he didn't insist on her providing an answer at that moment. Instead, as she suggested, he wrapped his arms around her slender waist and leaned back, pushing his penis another inch inside her, turning them upside down.
Eloise held her breath and finally managed to sit still, only to find that she was sitting on his waist and abdomen, held in place by the meaty penis within his body, as if it were a post used to reinforce a building, preventing her from moving forward or backward.
This position was deep and the penis was pushing hard, biting into her pussy with a high-pitched "Emmm" sound. It broke the layer of bubbles around the entrance of her pussy, making a faint "pop" sound, dripping into the sticky "saliva" that flows down to Isidore's hairy, flat stomach, shining brightly like a thread.
With her own body, she created such sounds and scenes that Eloise, a little girl, felt a bit embarrassed and immediately tried to get up by stepping on her feet, but was guided down by the man holding her waist on both sides just before his penis was about to come out.
"Ah!" A cacophony of noise rang in her mind, and her lower back felt numb from the impact. "You—" Is there something wrong with you?! He looked innocent. "You said I was heavy, so now it's not. Perfect, you move."
He let out a sigh and lay back, casually pulling down the halter neckline of his one-shoulder top that was hanging loosely around his chest. His round breasts, like balls, bounced into the air, jumping twice before settling down softly and smoothly, with his fingerprints still visible on them.
He stared intently at his creation, his eyes shining brightly, and his tongue flickered red as it curled inside his slightly parted lips. He raised his hand to grasp her breasts and caress them, the round nipples nestled between his fingers and thumb as he gently squeezed them, looking like a seasoned gentleman who was thoroughly enjoying himself.
Eloise was both infuriated and apprehensive. She feared that if she didn't comply, he might come up with some other more troublesome trick. Reluctantly, she lifted her waist and tried to sit down a few times. Each time, the pressure made her scalp tighten. The ache was truly unbearable.
She heard of a punishment where a woman would be stripped naked and made to sit on a wooden horse, with a thick and long rod to be inserted into her vagina on the horse's back. She thought, the thickness and hardness of that stick would be similar to what she was feeling now?
Amidst the discomfort, she couldn't quite explain the sensation of her waist growing weak and her abdomen feeling bloated. Especially when she clearly saw the veins on Isidore's neck, risen from the stir of passion, her chest swelled with a feeling that seemed on the verge of bursting.
Her mind was completely unable to keep up with her body's reflexes, and she felt a hot, hazy fog in her head, a jolt of electricity through her lower abdomen, and it felt like a fire had been lit down there, burning her so badly that she shot up in a flash, spurting a large amount of clear fluid from her vagina.
"Ah!" The surging waves, like a flood breaking through the dam, were a hundred times more destructive than the wine she had spilled earlier. Even the scar on Isidore's chest was stained by it.
After the release, she hung her waist in the air, gasping for breath, her legs, resting on the sofa, trembling slightly. From her perspective, the stiff, water-soaked shaft of his penis blocked his handsome face, being more noticeable than his meaningful gaze.
The lower abdomen contracted and twitched, and immediately a huge sense of emptiness swept up, as if the thing that had just been taken out was a piece of meat that should have been inside. Her vagina protested.
From Isidore's perspective, one could see the red, gaping mouth that had been punctured into a shape, hungrily opening and closing, dripping with saliva. So he kindly reminded, "I haven't shot yet." She could still use it.
Eloise bit her lip and reattached her vagina again. This time, she propped herself up with her hand on his abdominal muscles, taking a moment to steady herself. Her eyes flashed with determination as she slowly raised her bottom, lifting it to its highest point, and then, before Isidore was prepared, she used all her strength to sit down, causing her breasts to shake up and down.
This move nearly took Isidore's life. He tilted his head back and cursed, then, after catching his breath, he laughed and lightly traced her chin. "You've got some skill."
The voice was very tolerant, but he raised his slender waist and pushed up against her, as if a knife were being driven deep into Eloise's body. It was revenge, wasn't it? Barefaced revenge.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" She was tossed back and forth, as if riding a wild stallion, unable to steady herself, not even knowing where to place her hands. So, after just a brief moment of playing tough, she began to relent, "Wait, slower! Be gentler!"
"Can't slow down, wasn't it you who wanted to finish quickly?" With each forceful thrust, he uttered a word. Eloise was horrified to realize that the wound on his chest had slightly torn open, due to the friction and intense movement.
"Y-Your wound..."
Isidore paid no mind, driving harder. With the final thrust, he sent her crashing onto him, his palm accidentally pressing against the wound. When he lifted it, his hand was stained bright red with blood. Eloise screamed in terror as Isidore felt satisfied as he ejaculated inside her.
And she, too, had a second orgasm in this bizarre situation. After ejaculation, his penis slipped out, and white semen flowed out in all directions. Eloise looked at the liquid on her legs and the blood on his palm, feeling confused and not knowing what to do.
Isidore sprang up with a swift motion, sitting up, and then carried her to the nearby bathroom for a shower. To her surprise, the lounge in this tavern even had a shower room.
He immediately twisted the shower faucet, and hot water poured down in a rush. Eloise hurriedly grabbed a towel, folded it into a thick square, and pressed it against the wound on his chest. She couldn't help but mutter to herself, "What is this man made of? He's not afraid of death at all."
After they finished the shower, Eloise looked at the freshly tidied sofa and the two sets of brand-new clothes on the table—one of which was women's wear. A wave of embarrassment washed over her... Isidore casually picked up the women's clothes and said, "Come here."
He slipped the dress over her, spun her halfway around, pulled up the zipper, then turned her back, lowering his head to tie the belt. The loose strands of hair on his forehead brushed against her face, tickling her.
To cover up her discomfort, she remembered the reason she had come back to find him in the first place. She straightened up and said seriously, "By the way, I forgot to mention... the person who brought me to dinner today, don't go taking revenge on him."
Isidore paused, a mixture of amusement and disbelief crossing his face. "What kind of villain do you think I am in your eyes?" He tightened the belt in his hands with a resigned look. "That person was actually polite to me. Why would I take revenge on him? If anyone should be seeking revenge, it should be me on you, for pouring that wine all over my face in front of so many people."
"Such generosity?" She frowned, feeling perplexed about the reason for her special trip back. Opening her mouth, she asked, "Then why did you ask for his name?" She couldn't shake the feeling that she had somehow been added to a secret hit list.
He shrugged nonchalantly and said bluntly, "At least he's a man who's appeared by your side. It's impossible for me not to care at all." Eloise let out a soft "Oh," her face turning red as she shifted her gaze away.
Isidore lifted his eyelids and glanced at her, teasing, "Do you think I'm some brainless, domineering CEO, eating anyone's jealousy?" His tone was rather proud. He slapped her cheek lightly, his tone dark and mocking. "Besides, haven't you liked Quintus for many years? Surely you wouldn't change your mind so quickly?"
A chill swept across the back of Eloise's neck. This question was one she couldn't answer, whether yes or no.
Isidore watched the unease in her large eyes, chuckling mischievously a few times before sighing. "Don't be afraid, I've thought it through. After all, having appeared a few years late, it's only right for me to pursue you all over again."
He squinted his eyes, looking like a completely different person from the frustrated, desperate man in the car two months ago. "I'm very patient now, so feel free to act however you like."
Eloise coughed lightly, ignoring his teasing. "Alright, it's settled then. From now on, you're not allowed to cause any trouble for him." Isidore found it amusing, but he was a man of precision. "I'll only promise not to bother him this time. How can I guarantee what happens in the future?"
After she putting on the skirt, his hand naturally reached under her body and his fingers played with and pressed the still-soft pussy. After taking a shower and putting on clothes, his penis got hard again.
Eloise was starting to panic. "Hey, hey! Wait a minute… explain yourself! Doesn't that promise mean nothing if you're not being clear?"
Isidore whispered near her ear, his breath warm against her skin. "If you stay with me a little longer tonight, I'll promise you anything."
Eloise nearly rolled her eyes. "There are people still waiting outside... and you're not even wearing your clothes." Isidore reached over, grabbed his shirt from the table, and handed it to her. "Help me put it on."
Helpless, Eloise trembled as she tried to pull the shirt over him, but it ended up wrinkled and bunched in all the wrong places. After it was over, Eloise let out a long sigh, leaning against the back of the sofa to catch her breath. Isidore emerged from the bathroom, freshly dressed, and took her hand in his, his lips curving into a smile. "Let's go, let's grab something to eat." He added, "Sit next to me."
