NOTAKING
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Chapter 66
🕑 Added 2025-03-15 18:33:47 +0000 UTCWhile Travis contemplated how to transition into another position as soon as she came again, the moment arrived. As her body shuddered with pleasure, he seized her hands and raised her to her feet, pushing her against the wall with a firm yet tender grip. He began fucking her again, this time with even more intensity than before. Her cheeks jiggled like a flowing river with each rapid thrust, the sound echoing throughout the room.
*Pa*Pa*Pa*Pa*Pa*
The relentless pounding continued, the rhythm keeping the other women in the house awake. They were well aware of what was happening and had prepared themselves with books and other distractions to occupy their time through the night, ready to endure until dawn broke.
“Fuck me hard, Travis!!” she cried out, her voice filled with urgency and desire.
Travis was already delivering powerful thrusts, but if she wanted him to go harder, he was more than willing to oblige. He turned her around, lifting one of her legs and placing it on his shoulder, granting him maximum access to her wet pussy. As he began to move again, they faced each other, feeling the palpable lust radiating between them, each thrust deepening their connection as they indulged in the pleasure they created together.
More hours passed as they moved together like rabbits, lost in their primal desires. Travis came inside her multiple times during the night, yet he didn’t stop; the pleasure was too intoxicating to resist. As the clock struck 2 PM, he finally reached his last release, painting Na-Yeon’s body with his semen as she lay on the bed, utterly spent. Her skin glistened, a testament to their wild night, the remnants of their passion mingling on her form.
Her pussy was leaking a mixture of his cum and her juices. Her whole body was covered in white jizz, the whole room was exposed in this aroma of sex.
Travis got off her and settled onto his side, breathless and spent. He had come more than he ever had before, a mind-blowing experience that felt surreal in this world.
He sighed contentedly, turning his face towards her as she mirrored his movement. Both wore satisfied smiles, their eyes sparkling with the remnants of shared ecstasy, a silent acknowledgment of the intimate journey they had just experienced together. The atmosphere was heavy with a lingering warmth, the remnants of their passion still hanging in the air, binding them in a moment of pure connection.
Travis acted nonchalant, but in truth, he wished he could’ve continued, at least for another few hours.
"Guess I'll have to take care of things myself later," he thought with a wry grin.
"That was...amazing," Na-Yeon murmured, snuggling up to him, her body still flushed and glistening. She looked up at him, her expression one of pure bliss.
"Yeah, it really was," he replied, pulling her close in a tender embrace.
“I just wanna slee...," she started to say, but her words faded as she drifted off. Travis smiled, slipping out of bed and gently covering her with a blanket.
' Umm so what's next?' He thought as he went and sat on a couch. ' I should go get a bath'
He went into the bathroom and bathed, while bathing the door was opened as Seong-Jin walked in.
She saw Travis getting bathed but didn't mind him even for a second , she sat on the seat and had a piss.
'Why the fuck did the bitch hit me that hard!' She thought in frustration. After finishing she got inside the shower with Travis who didn't even react.
" You still got some in you right?" She asked as she grabbed on his cock while staring deeply into his eyes.
' Wow, am I just a fuck machine to you guys?' He thought, he went and smacked her ass then grabbed it on point.
" Suck it why don't you" he said.
Seong-Jin blushed hearing his commanding tone and did as he said.
' I mean I did want to have a taste of his cock anyways ' she thought.
Seong-Jin’s fingers glided over the warm, wrinkled skin of his heavy scrotum, marveling at the sheer weight of it as she cupped and caressed his thick, full sack. The skin twitched beneath her touch, tightening slightly as she traced the contours of each hefty orb resting inside. She massaged them gently, rolling them in her palm, feeling their warmth and the way they pulsed with need.
Her other hand wrapped around the thick base of his shaft, though her fingers struggled to encircle his full girth. The heat radiating from his flesh made her shiver with anticipation. She squeezed lightly, feeling the veins throb against her palm, then began stroking—slow, deliberate movements, savoring the firmness of his arousal. The slick skin shifted under her grip, smooth yet textured with the ridges of his length, each pump of her hand drawing out a twitch, a subtle flex of his hips.
As she worked him over, she lifted her gaze, eyes flickering up to meet his. His dark, rugged face was etched with restrained pleasure, his expression commanding yet barely controlled. Seong-Jin parted her lips, extending her tongue, letting the thick, bulbous tip of his cock hover just above the soft surface. She exhaled, letting warm breath wash over his sensitive flesh before lowering him onto her tongue in a slow, teasing drag.
The moment his cockhead pressed against her tongue, a rush of flavor invaded her senses—a heady mix of salt and musk, laced with a faint sweetness that made her mouth water. She hummed softly, savoring it, before lifting him and slapping his heavy tip against her tongue in quick, rhythmic taps. Each slap sent a slight tingle through her taste buds, making her shiver as she indulged in the raw intimacy of it.
She dragged her tongue around his crown, swirling slow circles over the ridge, tracing the sensitive underside before dipping into the tiny slit at the tip. Every flick of her tongue earned a subtle twitch from his cock, and she could see the way his jaw tightened, the way his fingers curled into fists as he fought to keep control. The power she had over him in this moment sent a thrill down her spine.
Encouraged by his reactions, she began to explore him even more thoroughly. She licked along the underside of his shaft, following the pulsing vein with slow, deliberate strokes before switching sides, coating every inch with her spit. Her hands stayed busy, alternating between cradling his heavy sack and stroking the thick base of his shaft, her fingers slick with a mix of her saliva and his heat.
"That's good," he murmured, voice thick with approval. "Cover every inch of it in your spit, whore."
The word sent a sharp jolt through her, both a sting to her pride and a dark thrill she couldn’t deny. Her breath hitched for a moment, but she obeyed, swallowing any hesitation as she let her tongue work him over with even more fervor. She wanted to hear him break, to hear his breath hitch, to know that her mouth was driving him wild.
And from the way his thighs tensed and his cock twitched in her grasp, she knew she was succeeding.
TO BE CONTINUED 
