566 Chapter 566 Too Hot(2) (R-18)

Hot and smooth, those two words immediately filled Desmond’s mind. Aisha’s body was hot, in a quite literal sense. Touching her skin was like touching red-hot metal; predictably enough, the patterns on her body were even hotter.

However, the strange thing was that Desmond did not feel that he was burning, nor saw traces of burns on his skin. Of course, Desmond couldn’t overthink it either, as the electrifying softness on Aisha’s body had absorbed his attention entirely.

Desmond now seemed mesmerized by Aisha’s body, from her thighs, hips, and waist to that pair of perfect breasts; Desmond wanted it all. To Desmond’s frustration, Aisha’s hand pressing down on his chest kept him still.

Meanwhile, Aisha was also ogling Desmond, licking her lips at seeing Desmond’s sublime manly physique. Even Hercules would have envied Desmond’s perfect distribution of chiseled muscles. And Adonis would have rivaled him in terms of beauty. However, Desmond was the wild, manly type rather than the almost feminine type like Adonis.

Aisha’s gaze wandered naturally from Desmond’s well-defined abdomen down to his erect masculinity, which made her swallow hard. An ordinary girl would have been somewhat apprehensive at Desmond’s manhood. Wondering if such a beast would find enough space inside her, but Aisha wasn’t an ordinary girl. She wasn’t even human, to begin with.

“I want you.” Aisha pleaded with a moan, lifting her hips and aligning her secret garden with Desmond’s manhood. There was no need for foreplay or anything like that. Aisha’s honey pot was already overflowing with love juice. Naturally, Aisha’s fiery eyes searched for Desmond’s blue eyes, letting her honeypot be invaded as soon as their gazes met.

Desmond’s mind immediately short-circuited at the wave of overwhelming and unknown pleasure. Only three extreme sensations filled his mind: Heat, Tightness, and Pleasure. Desmond felt like he was pushing his manhood into a narrow, magma-filled cave, the heat of which did nothing but bring him boundless pleasure.

Aisha felt the tip of Desmond’s manhood enter her, opening the doors to her secret garden and working its way inside her. The thickest part of the unknown invader entered rampantly, pressing all the sensitive spots inside Aisha. She could not help but moan softly.

Despite losing their minds with lust, Desmond and Aisha started slowly, taking in this intimate contact in detail. Desmond felt Aisha lower her hips, nestling her plump bottom against his waist, as his manhood pushed its way to the bottom of Aisha’s honey pot.

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Aisha felt Desmond invade her. There were no barriers to speak of, not because she wasn’t a virgin, her race just didn’t have that thin barrier that symbolized her virginity. That way, Desmond had a free pass to the entrance of his baby’s room.

Aisha felt two things when Desmond reached that point. The first was an unexpected tremor on Desmond’s part, followed by an intense discharge of hot liquid inside her. The second thing Aisha felt was an intense orgasm that numbed all her senses and thoughts.

Desmond felt that he had reached the ninth heaven at that moment; Aisha’s insides were simply too pleasant. But, a small part of him felt slightly uncomfortable for coming so easily and quickly; this was the first time that had happened to him.

Desmond gave Aisha a wary look, but all his worries vanished when he saw the girl’s expression. Aisha held her face with one hand and her hair with the other, showing an expression of genuine ecstasy and satisfaction. Her body trembling slightly due to the spasms of orgasm.

Despite having finished once, Desmond could already feel the blood rushing down again, preparing for another round. The current Aisha was a temptation that would corrupt god himself, and Desmond wanted to enjoy her more than once.

Interestingly, Aisha had similar thoughts. Well, perhaps hers were more dangerous. Desmond even shivered when he heard her mutter a few things to herself. “This feeling... I love it. Ah, I want you to fill my insides like this at least a hundred times more.”

Even for Desmond, a hundred times was too much; he would probably die midway. The problem wasn’t whether Aisha was serious or not. The problem was how hungry she sounded. Desmond didn’t even have a chance to get a bad feeling when he felt Aisha start to move her hips again.

It didn’t take long for Aisha to realize that the pleasure increased greatly as she moved, letting Desmond’s manhood press against her sensitive spots as it moved in and out of her. Her honey pot became a wet mess, her love juices soon soaking into her thighs and Desmond’s pelvis, where their hips gently collided.

Aisha stopped thinking about unnecessary things, enjoying the pleasure and passion that she felt with an honest heart. Her hands roamed over her own body, caressing her reddish skin and clinging to her hair from time to time, but it didn’t take long for her to find the perfect place to put her hands.

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As her sweet moans slipped from her lips, Aisha placed her hands on Desmond’s chest, where she found support, so she could move her hips more comfortably. In that position, Desmond had an open view of where his body connected with Aisha’s; he could hardly believe the amount of love juice that now decorated that part of them.

Sensing Desmond’s gaze, Aisha smiled with lust and pride before placing Desmond’s hands on her breasts. Desmond felt his fingers sink into the softness of those perfect breasts. His mind almost stopped working for a second; it was like touching two burning marshmallows.

Feeling Desmond playing with her breasts, Aisha felt her body reach another level of pleasure. She lifted her perky ass almost instinctively before lowering her hips hard, accepting all of Desmond’s manhood. Desmond growled through clenched teeth, his hands tightening slightly on Aisha’s sensual breasts. Unable to hold it in any longer, Desmond released all of his white seed inside her again.

Feeling her insides filled again, Aisha couldn’t help but exclaim. “Oh! Desmond, don’t you dare hold back a single drop.”

Aisha’s body shook strongly from the new orgasm as she closed her eyes with an expression of pure ecstasy. Aisha felt her fiery core fill with an unknown feeling of both pleasure and a sense of fullness. That satiety puzzled Aisha, but she smiled, feeling her lust had barely dimmed. “I’ll think about that after Desmond and I have done it a hundred more times.” Aisha thought.

Lost in her thoughts, Aisha didn’t realize that her hands had stopped pressing Desmond to the ground. Taking advantage of Aisha’s carelessness, Desmond got up from the ground, lifting Aisha with him. Now standing with Aisha in his arms, Desmond smiled lustfully. “I have no problem with you taking the lead, but it’s my turn.” Desmond whispered in Aisha’s ear with a playful touch.

Aisha didn’t quite understand until Desmond put his hands on her plump bottom and lifted her up, only to drop her. With a single thrust, Aisha felt Desmond’s manhood penetrate her until it reached her womb, hitting the entrance hard.

“OH!” Aisha let out a loud moan that she couldn’t contain; her body flooded with signs of pleasure. Aisha felt that her insides were defenseless against this kind of attack. Still, she couldn’t muster the strength to beg for mercy because Desmond kept repeating the process, invading her insides with ferocity.

Pa* pa* pa* pa* pa* pa* pa*

The sound of meat hitting meat reverberated throughout the room, usually accompanied by Aisha’s low but steady moans. In that position, Desmond could see Aisha’s face change expression from the pleasure each thrust gave her up close.

Desmond was also given free rein to see Aisha’s wonderful breasts bouncing steadily and beautifully. Desmond gulped and had to kiss Aisha to keep from being mesmerized by that pair of breasts. Their playful intertwined tongues constantly sought each other’s caresses, trying to stifle their moans and sate their hunger for each other.

With one last mighty thrust, Desmond poured another load of white magma into Aisha’s fiery insides, giving the girl another dose of heavenly pleasure that left her a bit dazed for a couple of seconds. Desmond wasn’t much different; Aisha’s body gave him joy in such large doses that a genuine concern for his sanity arose in Desmond’s mind. That concern was quickly dismissed as he felt Aisha’s insides clench for more.

One, two, three, four... thirty... forty. As expected, doing it a hundred times wasn’t possible, but Desmond didn’t know exactly what to think when they both stopped. After all, forty times were still too ridiculous.

Aisha’s glassy gaze still seemed clouded by a lustful but satisfied mist. Desmond looked at this woman whose reddish body was now covered in at least forty percent white, and he couldn’t help but feel a little proud but complicated.

As if sensing Desmond’s gaze, Aisha snapped out of her small world of contentment and gave Desmond a bright smile before doing something that made the latter swallow hard.

Aisha ran her index finger across her breasts, scooping up some white liquid on her breasts, and brought it to her lips, extending her tongue to lick it off. Aisha licked Desmond’s seed from her finger and wore an expression of genuine pleasure as she savored it with her eyes closed. Desmond could hardly believe his eyes, mainly because Aisha’s pleasure seemed real instead of the fake expressions some girls made to satisfy their partners.

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Aisha gulped down the white magma and spoke with a satisfied expression. “Don’t worry; you won’t become a father over something like this. My race doesn’t breed like that.”

Desmond felt a little embarrassed when he heard her say that. Desmond felt it was rude to immediately worry about the consequences instead of enjoying the moment a little more. After all, not even a couple of minutes had passed since they stopped.

Aisha didn’t tell Desmond that while her race didn’t reproduce through the exchange of genetic material, she could still get pregnant by Desmond if she wanted to. The process and details were a bit different than traditional breeding, but in a way, Desmond would still be the father. However, Aisha had no intention of doing such a thing.

“I’m still very young. I’ll wait until I’m a thousand years old; mom said that’s a good age to start having children.” Aisha thought absently before looking back at Desmond’s face. “Fortunately, I already found the perfect father and partner. I won’t have to be like my aunt, who had to wait almost two thousand years to find a suitable partner.” Aisha added.