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This realization stirred up a more complex emotion in my heart; it held both the surprise and possessiveness of discovering a treasure, as well as a trace of... pity for the purity I was about to take away?
Fine beads of sweat had already seeped onto her forehead; she was biting her lower lip tightly, her body taut like a fully drawn bow; she was clearly enduring tremendous discomfort and pain.
This couldn't go on; it was too torturous for her.
I changed my strategy, wrapped my arms around her waist, lifted her entire slender body, and then adjusted my posture to have her straddle my lap, facing me.
This way, she could wrap her arms tightly around my neck and entrust her weight and reliance to me.
"Hold me tight," I whispered in her ear.
She didn't speak, just tightened her arms tighter as told, burying her cheek in my shoulder, her body trembling slightly due to tension and pain.
I took a deep breath, one hand supporting her exquisite buttocks to steady her body, the other hand supporting her waist.
Then, I found the right angle, utilized the weight of her body sitting down, and coordinated with my own waist thrusting upward—
"Ah—!!"
This time, the moment of breakthrough was even more... intense than it had been with Ruan Mei.
A scream of sharp pain that she couldn't suppress finally burst through the gaps in the hand covering her mouth.
The barrier symbolizing her virginity was completely penetrated by me.
I felt the resistance of the tearing disappear, followed by a sensation of being wrapped in a heat that was even deeper and tighter.
I took the opportunity to send myself completely into the deepest part of her body.
At the same time, the arms wrapped around my neck tightened abruptly, and her sharp fingernails fiercely pinched into the muscles of my back and shoulders, leaving a few burning marks, showing the sharp pain she was enduring at this moment.
Both of us were stiff-bodied because of this final, complete union, gasping for breath.
After a little while, the person in my lap gradually calmed down.
The sharp pain seemed to start subsiding, but the trembling of her body hadn't stopped completely.
I felt warm liquid dripping onto my shoulder. Looking up, I saw that there were indeed crystal-clear tears hanging at the corners of her eyes, her long silver eyelashes wet and stuck together, making her look exceptionally lovable.
She raised her head, those violet eyes still holding tears and pain, fiercely glared at me, and said in a tone that was sobbing and complaining: "You... you bastard! So rude! You hurt me to death..."
However, although she was scolding, the arms wrapped around my neck didn't loosen at all; instead, she hugged me tighter, as if afraid I would leave, entrusting her entire body weight to me without separating.
That appearance of being angry and in pain, yet still tightly relying on me, was truly... making my heart ache while also making me want to laugh.
We maintained this posture of being tightly connected, with her straddling me, and embraced each other quietly for a good while.
I could feel the lingering fear in her body gradually calming, and her rapid breathing slowly becoming long and even. Her cheeks buried in my neck were still scorching hot, and the tear stains at the corners of her eyes were not yet completely dry, but her taut body had relaxed quite a bit.
Seeing Herta gradually recover her state, no longer the way she had been entirely seized by pain just a moment ago, I felt it was about time to continue.
After all, our "research" had only just begun.
I gently laid her down on the soft, spacious sofa, letting her lie on her side, with her back to me.
Then, I held her tightly from behind, one hand encircling her waist, touching the small, sensitive softness on her chest again while pinching and rolling her perky nipples, while the other hand probed into between her legs, gently teasing the entrance to the moist, muddy hidden valley.
Adjusting the posture well, I slowly pushed myself into her body, which was still tight.
This posture of entering from behind allowed the beautiful curve of her hips and her slender waist to be completely displayed before my eyes, carrying a primal and direct temptation, and it did indeed feel somewhat like... hmm, like performing some ritual of biological reproduction.
I began to move slowly and deeply, feeling her tight walls clench around every inch of my cock.
"Mmm..."
This time, there was no sharp pain of the initial breakthrough, replaced by a strange and intense, pleasure of being filled and rubbed.
Herta's body trembled lightly again, but this time not because of pain, but because of the stimulation of being penetrated continuously.
Her mouth began to emit some fragmented, irrepressible moans, intermittently, carrying an affecting sense of fragility.
Feeling her body gradually adapting, and even starting to show signs of enjoyment, I began to gradually increase the speed and force, slamming into her with wet, rhythmic slaps.
The sofa made a slight creaking sound with our movements; the room was left only with the sounds of our intertwined gasping and the moist sound of bodies colliding.
My hands didn't rest either, roaming and kneading over her smooth, delicate skin, from the softness on her chest to her flat stomach, then to her perky buttocks, slapping them lightly and watching them jiggle.
At the same time, I lowered my head again, finding her lips, stretching my tongue forcefully into her mouth, unfolding a fierce deep kiss with her once more, soliciting her saliva, and sharing each other's breath.
Herta was still somewhat resistant at first, or perhaps at a loss, but as the pleasure accumulated, her body became increasingly honest.
I could clearly feel her slender waist starting to arch backward unconsciously, and even with a hint of initiative, meeting my every thrust.
Her panting also became increasingly uninhibited, no longer trying to cover it with her hand, but instead turning into sweet, graceful moans that grew louder and more desperate.
We seemed to gradually merge into one, rising and falling together in the tides of desire.
Every penetration brought even more intense stimulation, and every withdrawal was accompanied by an indescribable emptiness and craving.