I Got Reincarnated As The Ntr Protagonist In An Online Game-Chapter 36: Anal R18

"Me too," she gasped, her body tightening around him. With a final, deep thrust, they both came together at thesame time and then they collapsed onto the bed, their bodies entwined .

Junior’s breath was still ragged, his chest rising and falling as he rolled off Helen’s trembling body. The room was warm, the air thick with the scent of their shared pleasure. He leaned back against the pillows, his muscles loose but still thrumming with energy. Helen, however, wasn’t done. She reached for his hand, her fingers soft yet insistent, and guided it to her breast.

Her touch sent a jolt through him, and he let out a low groan as his cock twitched, already hardening again. Damn, he thought, she’s going to kill me.

Helen’s fingers trailed down his stomach, wrapping around his length with a confidence that made his breath hitch. "I know doing it once won’t satisfy you," she murmured, her voice husky and laced with mischief. She gave him a slow stroke, her eyes locked on his as if daring him to deny it.

He couldn’t. His body betrayed him, swelling in her grip as she continued to tease him. "Helen..." he started, but she cut him off with a smirk.

"Turn over," she said, releasing him and shifting onto her knees. Her back arched beautifully, her ass raised and inviting while she said " come and shove your big dick into my asshole babe "

She glanced at junior over her shoulder, her expression both playful and pleading. "Come on, Junior. You know what I want."

His heart raced, his pulse quickening as he realized where this was going. He stared at her for a moment, stunned by the boldness of her request. "You’re serious?" he asked, his voice rough.

She nodded, her cheeks flushing but her gaze steady. "I just want to make you happy."

Junior exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. "You planned this," he accused, though there was no real anger in his tone,only amusement and a growing need.

Helen shrugged, a small smile playing on her lips. "Maybe. But isn’t it worth it?"

He couldn’t argue with that. Reaching into the box beside the bed, he pulled out a small bottle of olive oil, its smooth surface cool against his palm. He poured a generous amount into his hands which he uses to rub the oil into his dick making it slippery

then Junior applied the oil into his hands once more, warming it between his fingers before leaning forward then he put his hands into helen hips, holding her gently as he spread the oil over her sensitive skin

Helen shivered at his touch, her breath catching as he worked the oil into her. "You’re sure about this?" he asked, his voice low but firm. He needed to hear it from her one more time, needed to know she was ready.

She nodded, her voice soft but unwavering. "Yes. I trust you."

That trust sent a surge of warmth through him, mingling with the heat of his desire. He positioned himself behind her, his cock brushing against her entrance. Slowly, carefully, he began to press into her, the tightness making them both moan.

"Relax," he murmured, his hands steadying her hips as he pushed deeper. "Just breathe."

Helen did as he instructed, her body gradually loosening as he slid further inside. The sensation was intense, almost overwhelming, but neither of them wanted to stop. When he was fully seated, they both paused, letting the moment stretch between them.

"Okay?" he asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding still.

"More than okay," she replied, her voice trembling but filled with something close to wonder. "It feels... incredible."

Junior groaned, his control slipping as he began to move. The rhythm was slow at first, deliberate, each thrust drawing a soft gasp from her lips. But as the tension built, so did the pace, until they were lost in the frenzy of it.

Helen’s moans grew louder, her hands clawing at the sheets as he drove into her again and again. "Yes," she gasped, her voice breaking. "Don’t stop, Junior. Please, don’t stop."

He couldn’t have even if he wanted to. The way she clenched around him, the sounds she made—it was all too much, too good. He gripped her hips tighter, his movements becoming rougher, more urgent.

"Gods, Helen," he growled, his breath coming in short, ragged bursts. "You feel... amazing."

She whimpered, her body arching as he hit a spot that sent sparks shooting through her. "There," she cried, her voice desperate. "Right there, please!"

Junior obliged, adjusting his angle to hit that spot with every thrust. The sound of their bodies meeting echoed in the room, a symphony of pleasure that was impossible to ignore.

Helen’s moans turned into cries, her body tightening around him as she teetered on the edge. "Junior, I’m going to—" she started, but the words dissolved into a wordless scream as she came undone.

The force of her climax pulled him over the edge with her, his own release crashing over him like a wave. He buried himself deep inside her, his groan mingling with her cries as they rode out the storm together.

When the last waves of pleasure finally subsided, they collapsed onto the bed, their bodies tangled and slick with sweat. Junior wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close as they both struggled to catch their breath.

"That was..." Helen started, but words failed her. Instead, she let out a soft laugh, the sound light and carefree.

Junior chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "Yeah," he agreed, his voice full of satisfaction. "It was."

But as they lay there, the room quiet except for the sound of their breathing, Helen shifted slightly, turning to face him. There was a glint in her eye, a spark of something mischievous that made Junior’s heart skip a beat.

"What now?" he asked, his voice tinged with both curiosity and anticipation.

She smiled, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest. "Well," she said slowly, "I was thinking..."