I Formed a Party with a Girl via an Adventurer Matching App - Chapter 28

 Nail Polish

"Ahnn, ahnn, ahnn, ahnn……!"

"Haah, haah, haah, haah……!"

Creak, creak, creak. 

The fierce, rhythmic screeching of the bed springs echoed loudly throughout the dimly lit bedroom.

Hovering fully over Cordelia's body, I relentlessly drove into her in a textbook missionary position. Locking her in a crushing embrace with my arms and legs, I systematically and obsessively pulverized her deepest interior wall with the crown of my fiercely engorged cock.

Deprived of any physical freedom by the absolute restraint of my hold, Cordelia aggressively reciprocated the gesture, clinging to me with equal desperation. Her arms were wrapped securely around my back, and her legs were tightly locked together behind my waist.

Without exchanging a single syllable, Cordelia and I had transcended into entities entirely intoxicated by raw pleasure, existences that lived solely to grind our genitalia together in a continuous loop.

"Ugh……"

"Ah…… a-ahhh…… ahnn……"

A low groan escaped my throat, synchronized with a sleek gasp slipping from Cordelia's lips. The exact microsecond our voices merged, my peaking shaft violently discharged a massive torrent of semen.

The microscopic pocket of space remaining between my fully buried cock and her vagina was already saturated to absolute capacity with our accumulated arousal fluids and semen. Consequently, under the pressure of this newly erupted payload, a thick, white puddle overflowed heavily from her canal while we remained firmly joined at the groin.

"Haah, haah, haah……"

"Ahnn…… a-ahhh…… haah, haah……"

Locked in our intense embrace, Cordelia and I panted heavily to stabilize our breathing. Yet, well before an adequate supply of oxygen could even reach my brain, my pelvis naturally resumed its violent, rhythmic pounding.

"Y-You cannot be serious……?!"

The sudden, horrified whisper cutting through the air didn't belong to either of us.

It was Susie. She was still sitting flat on the floorboards right beside the bed where we were greedily devouring each other, her legs completely giving out beneath her.

"D-Do you genuinely intend to perform even more consecutive rounds……?! If you continue to ruthlessly overwork both the penis and the vagina to such a degree…… t-they will break!"

Talk about a massive exaggeration.

I hadn't built up the durability of my cock and her vagina through rigorous conditioning just to have them break after a mere eight rounds of ejaculation.

……Then again, while structural damage wasn't a realistic concern, my throat was completely parched from sweating so profusely. Yet, the physical urge to quench that thirst was utterly obliterated by the irresistible, all-consuming lust to continue our intercourse.

"Haah, haah…… Cordelia……!"

"Ngh…… Kent…… haah, haah……"

We aggressively ground our genitalia together, panting heavily as we called out each other's names.

Susie's poison-testing sex. There was no denying that it had been an incredibly pleasurable experience.

Her anatomy was remarkably soft, her skin felt beautiful to the touch, her canal squeezed with an exceptional suction, and the way she had proactively thrashed her hips from above had felt spectacular.

But to speak with absolute candor, sex with Cordelia was fundamentally, entirely different on every conceivable level.

The woman currently being devoured in my arms.

Every single square inch of her physical body—no, her entire spiritual existence—actively pushed my arousal to its absolute limits.

The scent of shampoo drifting from her blonde hair, the intense gaze of her narrowed eyes, every single micro-line etched into the palms of her hands, the sweaty, musk-laden aroma of her neck where I buried my nose, the heavy, rounded contour of her backside pulled tight against my chest, the ragged whimpers escaping her throat, and the friction of her pubic hair tangling with mine—every single component thrilled my entire being to the point of numbness.

As if bothered by a stray lock of blonde hair falling across her face, Cordelia casually raised her hand to brush her forehead. Resting on her fingertips was that brilliant, crimson nail polish. Even this subtle, added stroke of color—which she had nonchalantly painted on while Susie and I were coupling—captured my mind with a vice-like grip, acting as a direct catalyst for raw, blinding lust that turned me into a raging beast.

The identical shade of pedicure gracing her toes had the exact same psychological effect. While she had appeared to be simply waiting around for Susie's poison test to conclude out of sheer boredom, she had actually been methodically and calculatedly assembling the perfect toolkit to seize total dominion over my heart.

"Fuuuuhhhhhh……! Fuuuuhhhhhh……! Cordelia…… that nail polish looks ridiculously hot on you……!"

"Heh…… I knew with absolute certainty that you'd be obsessed with this color."

Cordelia offered a triumphant, thoroughly smug little snort as she spoke.

From that exact moment, the two of us plunged straight back into a state of single-minded oblivion, thrashing our hips with frantic devotion.

We were enveloped in a dense, overwhelming euphoria, a sensation so deep it felt as though our very souls were melting together into a singular entity. Throwing the full weight of my body onto Cordelia's soft flesh, the absolute thermal mass of our entire existences intermingled completely.

At this stage, maintaining a coherent stream of consciousness was a physical impossibility. As my absolute sense of self began to dissolve into nothingness, the only anchor linking my awareness to the physical world…… was a cataclysmic, world-ending sensation of ejaculation.

I pumped a massive, thick reservoir of semen directly into Cordelia's violently throbbing canal. The exact microsecond I experienced the shattering, profound liberation of having the core of my stamina forcefully milked from my shaft, my consciousness finally cut to black entirely.

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