The call was quickly hung up, and Adrian's hands returned to grip Christine's waist, fucking her with deliberate, measured strokes.
He slowed down but thrust harder, engorged cockhead grinding against her tender flesh as if trying to with deliberate, measured strokes. Christine's waist trembled in pain, and his hands slid downward, and with one violent pull - rip - her thong was torn apart.
The lace fabric, completely soaked through, fell to the couch. The pearl that had been attached to the thin string bounced onto her pussy, making Christine moan softly as another rush of wetness gushed out.
His hands pressed firmly against her lower abdomen, fingers clearly defined, each thrust methodical and forceful like a butcher with his prey. She could even feel her belly slightly bulging with each penetration, taking the shape of his cock.
After a while, as if bored, his hands moved upward to roughly grab her nipples, violently pulling them outward.
Christine's nipples were small and round, usually a soft pink. But after being stimulated by the dildo on her way here and not wearing a bra, her nipples were already erect and swollen.
Now, Adrian viciously pulled on her nipples, pinching the base and roughly kneading the tips with his fingertips. Her nipples quickly turned a vivid pink, hanging heavily on her full breasts.
Christine flinched away in pain, but this only made her breasts bounce more violently. Adrian impatiently slapped her swaying breasts, causing Christine to cry out sharply as her abdomen tensed, unexpectedly pushing her over the edge again.
This orgasm hit without warning, her inner walls coming alive, pulsing and gripping frantically against his sensitive tip. She was so wet it felt like a hot spring enveloping him. Adrian let out a deep groan, the veins in his hands standing out as he gripped her tightly, spilling deep inside her.
The lingering orgasm left Christine boneless and weak, sinking into the sofa as she felt him withdraw and his hands leave her body, standing up from the couch.
She thought Adrian would go shower after finishing, but his next action caught her completely off guard.
He bent down and lifted her like a koala, face to face against his chest.
Christine suddenly lost her balance and instinctively tried to wrap her arms around his neck, but her hands were still cuffed behind her head. She could only barely cling to him, the handcuffs clanking.
She couldn't see but could feel that he had removed his clothes, their bare skin pressing together. Her tender, abused nipples brushed against his hard chest muscles, making her wince and try to pull back. But his arms were like vices, muscles bulging as they locked her against his warm body.
She could hear Adrian's heartbeat, feel the light sheen of sweat on his skin, smell the lingering scent of alcohol and nicotine - her senses were overwhelmed by him, his presence filling the entire space.
Instinctively, she was afraid to get too close.
Before Christine could steady herself, Adrian started walking towards the floor-to-ceiling window. As he walked, he grabbed her waist and lifted her entire body up, his cock thrusting back into her pussy.
She had never had sex in this position before — it wasn't even within her imagination. Christine screamed, the gag muffling her frightened, helpless panting.
Adrian's strength was terrifying. He lifted her so high that her body was suspended in the air for a few seconds before falling back down, his cock using the force of gravity to thrust deeply into her.
His hard, hot cock reached so much deeper than before, as if penetrating her insides. Christine even felt like she could taste semen in her throat. At the same time, her pussy gushed nonstop from the intense stimulation. Every time she was lifted, her juices sprayed out, only to be forcefully plugged back in by his massive cock, making loud, wet sounds.
The sensation of weightlessness and fear overwhelmed Christine, making her tense up. She couldn't see and was afraid of falling, so she desperately thrust her lower body, pressing her soft pussy against the man's cock to keep them tightly connected. Her buttocks pressed tightly against the man's thighs, and with each step Adrian took, Christine could feel the muscles in his legs moving and contracting, scorching hot.
Adrian walked with her in this position, fucking her all the way to the huge window.
Her hair, damp with sweat, swung in the air with his steps. With each stride, her full breasts bounced up and down, the handcuffs clanking. It was clear her body had never experienced such intense sex before. Each time his cock penetrated her, she let out a muffled cry through the gag, drool dripping down.
Her eyes were blindfolded with the tie, her hands cuffed, her soft, immobile body like a warm masturbation cup, covered in sweat and bodily fluids, supported only by his cock.
Christine's back hit the cold glass of the window, and Adrian thrust into her a few times in this position. The glass was cold, making her wince in pain.
Then, the man gripped her waist, keeping them connected, and spun her 180 degrees.
This sudden movement was too stimulating, the head of his cock grinding inside her deepest parts. The intense sensation overwhelmed Christine like a wave, and she screamed involuntarily. Before she could finish the sound, her pussy started convulsing wildly — she shook her head, sobbing, her eyes rolling back under the blindfold, her tongue softly pressing against the gag. A few seconds later, she convulsed with her third orgasm.
Adrian showed no sign of mercy, pulling out one arm to forcefully spread her legs wide, exposing her red pussy to the night outside, and began thrusting into her at high speed amidst the splashing of her juices.
Three consecutive orgasms left Christine unable to make any sound. The cock felt like an iron rod, mercilessly ravaging her overly sensitive pussy. She wanted to escape, to beg Adrian to be gentler, slower, to give her a break, but the gag muffled her pleas, reducing them to raspy whimpers. Her bound fingers trembled as she tried to pat the man behind her.
Adrian abruptly ripped off her blindfold, and the sudden brightness made Christine squint. She saw a woman with a tear-streaked face reflected in the window, her mouth wide open with a black gag, saliva dripping from her chin to her collarbone and chest.
She realized that the reflection was her own.
She couldn't muster any strength, staring blankly at the city lights outside the window and her naked reflection, legs spread wide like a child being potty-trained.
She was lifted and dropped by Adrian's powerful arms, and in her swaying vision, she looked utterly shameless: her face streaked with tears, her nose red, hair disheveled, being fucked in a humiliating position, her breasts swinging wildly, legs spread wide, revealing the clear fingerprints on her thighs, her swollen pussy and clit.
She could even clearly see her pussy swallowing the cock, the flesh clinging greedily to the shaft, unsatisfied as it followed the retreating cock until it popped out with a sound.
She looked up at Adrian, trembling. In the reflection, the man was looking down, fucking her with all his might. His handsome eyebrows were slightly furrowed, lips pursed, jawline taut from exertion. His arm muscles flexed and bulged with each movement, fingers digging into her thighs, veins standing out.
Suddenly, the man looked up, locking eyes with her.
Unlike the heat below, those lead-gray eyes were cold as ice, as if trying to pierce her, or mock her debauchery.
Through tear-filled eyes, Christine thought the man fucking her was Ethan.
She had once been on a date with Ethan on the terrace of the building opposite this one. It was a beautiful terrace. Ethan had proudly pointed to this room, telling her it belonged to his brother's company, and that it offered the best view of N City.
But now? She was being fucked in the most degrading position by Ethan's respected brother, reduced to squirting. Christine desperately closed her eyes, not daring to look out the window. She could almost see Ethan gazing at her sadly from afar.
Only in the darkness could she imagine it was Ethan inside her, making her moan with desire.
Adrian suddenly thrust his hips a few times, and Christine felt something about to burst out of her body — she was about to squirt. The last shred of her sanity told her she couldn't let go that in this position. She desperately tried to resist the thrusting from behind, squirming backward as her bound fingers grasped helplessly at the air. Her abdomen kept contracting and her toes curled tightly. She wanted to beg Adrian to stop, but only hoarse cries escaped her throat.
The next moment, a huge jet of liquid spurted from their connected bodies, spraying against the window and blurring the night view outside. The scent of sex filling the air.
Following that, a steady stream of urine flowed out along Adrian's cock. Christine trembled and peed, as if broken, letting out broken moans through the gag, her head lolling to one side, drool dripping onto the floor.
She slumped down weakly, collapsing onto the carpet.
As she fell, she realized that Adrian had only come twice tonight.