But Chyou was the last girl in the room. His first virgin. But Chyou was the last girl in the room. She lodged the tip and pushed slightly. What? He groaned at the exquisite pleasure. His desire only seemed to grow stronger with each girl he claimed. It had been months! Her taught body wildly rode him, her slick walls gripping his cock, milking him with each thrust. They were all… wet for him. So far it was nothing, and it needed to stay nothing. Her eyes were intense, sparkling with intelligence and purpose, seeming to pierce his soul, watching his inner struggle. And, why? She rose up again, and then slowly, deliciously, she pressed her body down and down until she was firmly against his, his entire shaft embedded in blissful slick sweetness. Thinking quickly, he pressed several additional floor buttons including two before his floor, so it wouldn’t be obvious to them which floor his room was on. It was still scary and confusing, and he wasn’t anywhere near used to it yet, but he had to admit it was also so fucking sexy to see it happen to her.
