"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Isidore did not cover Eloise's mouth, allowing her sounds to escape, echoing through the vast, hollow space. He looked down at the point where the two bodies were joined, then looked up again.
Eloise's slender fingers pressed desperately against the protruding cement block on the wall, trying to steady herself with her own strength, but still she swayed, like a flower branch in the wind, teetering and faltering. Her hair hung in disarray, cascading down to cover her small face, eyes tightly shut.
Isidore furrowed his brow, moving the hand he had placed on her hip up, flattening it beneath her back to protect her delicate skin from the rough cement wall. Yet, without that support, her body lost its strength, and one side began to slide helplessly downward.
The difference in their height was obvious, and if they went down a bit more, his penis would slip out of her pussy. This forced Eloise to balance on tiptoe, her foot pressed against the ground, desperately holding herself up.
Soon, that slender, pale leg began to tremble. Eloise, unaware, only added a quiver to her breathless gasps. Isidore simply lifted one of her legs, placing it across his knee, allowing the other foot to touch the ground. His tall frame bent slightly, adjusting to accommodate her.
He spread his legs, tightening his muscular hips and thrusting her forward at an angle, penetrating deep inside with each thrust. This motion required the engagement of large muscle groups throughout his body, much like performing strength training at the gym. Every time his penis hit the top, Eloise could hear the dull yet seductive breath in her mind amidst the fireworks that exploded with a crackling sound.
Isidore braced himself with both hands against the wall, his chest pressing forward, and Eloise would sway backward, her lips brushing ever so lightly, as the delicate curve of her shoulder blade gently rested against the hand, veins pulsing faintly beneath the skin. He closed his eyes briefly, lowering his head, and the tousled strands of hair on his forehead cascaded down with him.
His gaze was caught by a stark patch of white on his jet-black trousers, drawing his attention—there, above his knee, lay the curve of a woman's thigh. Though slender, her body was soft and tender, leaning against him in quiet reliance, gently spreading out. When she moved, the shape of her bones could be seen beneath her skin, as soft as a bag filled with warm water.
So fair, swaying before his eyes, it drove him to frustration. Unable to contain his strength, he exerted himself a bit too forcefully. Eloise instinctively tilted back sharply, and the back of her head struck the wall with a resounding "bang." Isidore, half amused and half helpless, cupped the back of her head and gently rubbed it. He couldn't understand why this silly girl always seemed to attract so much trouble.
He held Eloise, who was whimpering, in his arms, murmuring a few gentle words in her ear. Then, with deliberate effort, he shifted to a spot that would bring her comfort, turning a few circles, pressing a few times, until she finally forgot all about it: "I want more..."
He sighed and considered whether changing his position could prevent what had just happened. He temporarily pulled out his penis and kissed Eloise's mouth before she opened her eyes in annoyance: "Sweetie, turn around first. Put your hands on the wall and I'll enter from behind."
Eloise licked her lips, turned around obediently, with her waist hunched and her butt high in the air, revealing a blood-red pussy that was still shaped like Isidore's penis due to being fucked by him for a long time. The opening of the pussy was still open and not fully closed, with sticky liquid dripping down in strings, and two bright patches of wetness on her inner thighs.
Looking at this scene, Isidore's penis involuntarily jerked up and twitched. He refrained from inserting himself, taking off his coat and placed it beneath Eloise's palm, so she wouldn't scrape the soft part of her hand against the wall. Eloise crumpled up his clothes and roughly pressed them down, and her vagina opened and closed like a small mouth inviting, "Come in quickly!"
Isidore moved slightly forward, smoothly inserting it in, easily filling it again without leaving a single gap. The feeling of being replenished made Eloise felt so comfortable that her shoulders spread out to the sides, and she couldn't help but raised her head and moan, with her hips moving eagerly backward.
Isidore grabbed her waist and met her head-on. His physical strength far surpassed hers, and his core strength was even greater. Their rhythm naturally struggled to achieve a seamless coordination. Often, just as Eloise pushed back, Isidore had already thrust forward several times.
Helplessly, her cries could only be broken and out of tune.
Unintentionally, Isidore's gaze fell on the round, fair butt, and his hand on her waist suddenly felt itchy for some reason. He made a futile gesture of holding something, then moved his fingers up a bit. Eloise felt a chill across her chest. He didn't even need to look, effortlessly unbuttoning the shirt until the one near her navel.
Running his hand over her smooth, flat belly, his slightly dry palm cupped the lace-trimmed bra. The bra only held half of the breast in place, with the other half being squeezed above the curve, giving the impression of being about to burst out.
Her fingers slowly slid down her armpit along the edge of her bra, then gently hooked the center clasp, releasing two full, round breasts that flowed out like pudding. They bounced lightly in the air for a moment before quivering with the vibrations that followed.
His large hand covered one of them from below, his fingers pressed together and gripping, the snow-white breasts squeezed out between his fingers, filling the gaps. He repeated the motion two or three times, the sensation in his hand intoxicating and mesmerizing, but he unintentionally used too much force.
"Ow..." Eloise furrowed her brows in discomfort, the tight, tingling sensation across her chest spreading. It wasn't just her scalp that tingled; her lower back gave way, softening under the pressure, and her pelvic muscles automatically clenched to prevent her from slipping down. Another wave of tingling swept over her scalp.
She struggled for a moment to steady herself, then complained, "Take it easier."
Isidore's heart skipped a beat at her delicate complaint. Just as he was about to speak, his sharp ears caught the sound of faint footsteps approaching from inside. He frowned as he looked up. At the end of the hallway, a college-aged boy was leaning against the wall as he walked out. From a distance, he froze in place, clearly taken aback by the scene.
He quickly pulled the coat from under Eloise's palm, spreading it out to wrap her up. Eloise nearly stumbled from the sudden motion, letting out a sharp cry as she asked, "What are you doing?" "Change position." His blond eyes flickered with an intense gleam as he twisted her arm behind her, hooking it, and with one hand, he lifted her leg, draping it over his arm.
Eloise was like a book, forcibly opened wide from the side. The oversized coat, several sizes too big for her, hung down, covering her body and concealing her figure. Isidore let her hook her arm around his shoulder to maintain balance, held his breath in a heavy gasp, and reached with his free hand under her skirt, pressing down on her swollen clitoris as he rocked it in and out.
