Chapter 1 — 5 Hours of Burning Sex

Standing in the hotel lobby, her arm hooked through mine, her chest brushed against me. For her petite frame, she had noticeably full breasts.

I suppressed the creeping urge to slip my hand beneath the fluttering pink blouse and instead turned toward the front desk. The time was 11:30 a.m.

"Until four this afternoon."

"We only have a party room available right now. Is that okay?"

"That's fine. Give me that one."

That's how I got the room.

"What floor?"

"Third."

She leaned even closer into my arm, gazing up at me. Her face was innocent, lips dewy and soft, but her eyes—those eyes burned with deep, unashamed lust.

And no doubt, I looked the same in her eyes. By then, we'd already undressed each other mentally countless times during the car ride here, caressing every hidden curve in our minds.

The party room was divided into several spaces. Even the bed where we would soon drown in sex had an upper loft level.

Later, we'd laugh about it—but at the time, there was a faint unease, a whisper of fear that we might end up crushing each other under our bodies.

Her lips met mine, feather-light at first. Despite the firmness of her body, her lips were incredibly soft, and the contrast sent a strange thrill pulsing through me.

Our tongues tangled, slick with saliva, as I lifted her arms and pulled her waist fiercely against me. I smothered her mouth, breathing in the sweet musk spilling from her lips, and we kissed like we'd lost our senses.

Wrapping her legs around my waist, boldly running her fingers through my hair, she pressed herself against me so tightly not a sliver of space remained between us. We ground our lower bodies shamelessly together, lost in sensation.

Just before I lost all rational thought, I whispered to her.

"Wanna shower?"

"Yeah."

Without hesitation, she stripped off her clothes. Her bronze, taut buttocks exposed without filter, her waist tapering down in delicate lines. Her breasts were large—surprisingly voluminous for her slender frame.

Her nipples were small and round, barely fitting between my lips, and her thighs were wrapped in firm, toned muscle, utterly free of jiggle—an intoxicating sight.

Once we were both naked and pressed together again, a new wave of excitement surged through me, different from before.

My cock, already fully erect, rubbed insistently against the crease of her groin.

"Haa...."

Even just holding each other, I heard her moan by my ear.

Perhaps she was already breathing hard in anticipation of the brutally deep pleasure that awaited her.

The shower stall was tight—just enough room for two. But even in that cramped space, there was plenty of room to lather up and stroke myself while touching her.

I held her from behind, one hand alternating between her breasts and nipples, the other trailing down her side, slowly circling near the entrance of her pussy.

Under the stream of water, she turned her head and kissed me naturally, deeply.

With both hands roaming over her entire body, I never broke the kiss—not once.

Her soft, rich scent rose from her skin, driving me wild.

If I hadn't said days ago that I wanted to spend the first thirty minutes just on foreplay, I would've plunged inside her right then and there. Our chemistry was that intense, that magnetic.

The way her wet arousal visibly dripped down her inner thighs, the way my pre-cum beaded and fell onto her feet—it was clear.

We were already mad for each other.

"So good… this feeling."

She smiled softly.

"I know. We should've done this sooner."

She was already aroused—so sensitive that the slightest touch could set her off. All that remained was to lay her on the bed and open the night with nothing short of perfect, satisfying foreplay.

She lay shyly on the bed, watching me.

The memory of her lean, firm ass brushing against my cock in the shower flashed in my mind, and my erection, already half-hard, stiffened fully.

Beneath her hesitant, adorable expression, her thighs parted naturally, inviting me. What a stunning body!

As I approached, she opened her arms, wrapping them around my back, and parted her lips. Her pink tongue flicked out, swollen with desire, craving more moisture.

Again, we began sucking each other's lips and tongues as if we'd always belonged together.

Even though it was just kissing, our breaths grew ragged. I carefully used both hands to worship every inch of her body.

When I gently pinched her nipple—already hard—it instantly tightened further. She gripped my back harder.

Just the trail of my tongue along her collarbone to her beautiful breast, and the sweep of my fingers down her side, sent us both spiraling into deeper arousal for different reasons.

My pre-cum dripped in small beads onto her thigh.

"You're amazing..."

"Huh?"

Startled, she blinked wide-eyed at me, then giggled.

"Your body. It's incredible."

"..."

She stayed silent, blushing, just staring at me.

She'd almost forgotten her earlier comment about keeping her eyes closed during sex. Instead, she watched intently as I licked, sucked, and claimed every part of her body.

Throughout the sex, we kept our eyes locked—like we wanted to trap each other's souls forever. Her body was alive.

Not pale, but glowing with heat, her muscles tensed with undeniable desire, pressing against me—strong, yet soft.

Running my hands along the well-developed inner thighs, I felt a surge of longing for sex I hadn't felt in a long time.

I imagined how powerfully her pussy would clamp down on me when I entered—how unexpectedly imaginative the sensations would be, tightening my back and nipples with anticipation.

Was I trying to hide my own ecstasy? I opened my mouth.

"It's been about three months since I've had sex?"

"Yeah."

"So that's why..."

I took her tiny, firm nipple into my lips, rolling my tongue over it. I felt her hips instinctively tense.

"You're this desperate for it?"

She gasped hotly.

"Yeah… I've wanted it so badly."

Spreading her thighs with my hands, her smooth, nearly hairless pussy mound was fully exposed. Her small, cute labia parted slightly, revealing the trembling red flesh within.

I lightly flicked my tongue around her inner thighs, sucking gently, and her toned leg muscles began to twitch minutely.

I didn't forget the cruelty of avoiding her clit. I wanted to slowly build her up, to drink in every drop of her overflowing arousal.

But her sexual hunger—somehow contagious—soon overwhelmed even me. Unable to resist any longer,

it was me who finally thrust my tongue deep into her pussy.

Extending my tongue, pistoning it in and out of her, her breathy moans began to rise.

"Haa... ah..."

Pressing the underside of my tongue against her clit, rolling it like a pearl, her nipple clenched between my fingers grew rock-hard.

Like windshield wipers swaying side to side, I pushed back her clitoral hood, moving slowly, and from her narrow vaginal opening, clear, slick arousal began to seep out.

At first, her juices had a slight tang, but now they were unmistakably sweet, seductive—her body ready to welcome my cock.

She often masturbated her clit, so unlike others, she wasn't sore or overly sensitive from stimulation. In fact, she craved it.

Because of that, I didn't hesitate. I brought my lips to her entrance and began licking and sucking her with every part of my tongue.

"Aaah…."

Carefully, slowly, I dipped the tip of my wet finger into her pussy—and immediately, her moans intensified.

"I love girls who scream freely—no holding back."

"Really? I'm actually really loud. I'm not joking."

Remembering our phone call days ago, talking about sex, I started imagining how she'd scream into my ear later—and the thought alone thrilled me.

Her pussy was shallow, but hot. Hot enough that deep penetration felt entirely possible. When I slowly curled my finger, stroking the upper wall, her back arched like a bow.

Massaging her G-spot in slow circles while strongly sucking her clit, kissing it hungrily,

her voice climbed rapidly.

"Aaah… yes. Yeah…"

"Here? You like it here?"

"Yeah… keep going…"

Normally, I wouldn't want to overwhelm someone on a first encounter, but her eyes begged me—urging me to give her the same intense pleasure she gave herself.

Gradually, the depth of my finger inside her increased, and her panting became more frequent, more visible.

"At this point, I was planning to let you cum once, then slide right inside… but I can't hold back anymore."

"Huh?"

I climbed on top of her, took her sweat-dampened breast into my mouth, and looked into her eyes.

"Wanna take me inside?"

Half moan, half voice, she nodded.

"Yeah… put it in…"

Opening her thighs—tightening shut the moment I let go—I slowly pushed just the tip of my glans inside.

Her writhing, expectant gaze slowly drove me insane.

My cock hovered at her entrance, just the head buried, as I leaned down and slipped my tongue into her open, panting mouth.

She swallowed my saliva, torn between wanting to open wider below or above.

Pulling her soft body close, wrapping my arms behind her back and lifting slightly, I began to push in naturally.

The sensation of sliding past her scorching inner walls was vivid, electric.

"Aaah….."

The moan escaped naturally, as if already feeling the deep, sultry texture of my cock settling into the depths of her pussy.

Slowly, I began thrusting, using my cock to rub against the upper wall of her vagina.

Her pussy rippled quickly, quivering, moist and slick, small bubbles forming at the entrance as if her body itself was becoming aware of the act.

Her shapely legs lifted, slowly wrapping around my waist, and our pleasure steadily climbed toward its peak.

I slid one hand beneath her pelvis, gradually spreading her buttocks apart. Her exposed anus caught the air, and her back arched slightly.

She was slowly accepting the strange, illicit thrill. Twisting my hips slightly, I began probing deeper into every corner of her pussy.

With waves of stimulation crashing over her, hot breath mixed with moans spilled continuously from her lips.

How lucky—to feel such unity, as if our bodies were one, not a single gap between us, reveling in complete fusion.

We exchanged saliva, our hips bucking wildly in excitement.

Finally, unable to contain it, her cries burst forth,

and in response, her pussy rhythmically clenched around me. I couldn't hold back either—my rough breath blasted into her ear.

Lips trailing her earlobe, neck, shoulder, every inch stimulating her, the pleasure of driving my cock deep into her soaked core surged through my entire body.

Each thrust, burying deep into her folds, sent real-time feedback from the tip of my glans as it caught against her inner lips.

I lifted one of her legs, draping it over my opposite shoulder, changing the angle.

The friction of our pubic bones grinding together doubled, and moans spilled from my lips involuntarily.

By now, both our genital areas were drenched—slick with arousal and vaginal fluid, slapping wetly with every movement.

Her thin, toned thighs trembled in my vision, sending another wave of arousal surging through me.

Holding her leg like a precious jewel, I gripped it tightly, stabilized my pelvis, and pounded into her endlessly.

Her moans grew louder, more frantic. Her hands clawed at my back, wildly touching everywhere.

Our tongues frantically sought each other, and regardless of what our lower bodies were doing, we sucked and pushed into each other's wet mouths, lost in ecstasy.

Wrapping around each other desperately, drowning in unmatched pleasure, every light touch sending convulsions through our bodies—our cocks buried deep, as if never wanting to come up for air.

For five hours, we indulged in relentless sex.