My CEO Boss Is A Masked Internet Sensation-Chapter 32: She Enjoyed This Version Of Me

(Karsten)

(R-18 Content Ahead)

Arata, indeed, was the most exotic and original woman I had been with. Her body I played like a fiddle and she didn’t disappoint with the moans she definitely didn’t fake. Burying myself inside her softness made a ripple of pleasure course through me like a rupturing gusto.

Fuck! She felt heavenly and I wished to plunder her again and again, to lose myself in her rhythm as she stared at me through the mirror with those enigmatic sapphire eyes of her, dripping passion embroiled in vulnerability. But it was that innocence she carried that intrigued me the most.

She willingly took whatever I gave; her body bounced and twirled from my thrusts until she came shuddering, and I watched her fall apart through the mirror.

Never had I seen a more glorious sight before. The blush on her cheeks.

The slight opening of her mouth as if she was forever stuck in a moan.

And then she exploded with my tongue inside her mouth and thickness pulsating in that honey pot of hers. I came along with this beautiful woman.

Her orgasm washed over her, and she shuddered all around my not-so-rigid member now.

Her knees gave way and I caught her before she could crumble to the ground and picked her up, bridal style.

Her eyes drooped and I knew she was done for, so I decided to tease her.

"Let’s get you cleaned up before the next round. I didn’t get to use my toys."

Her tired eyes flickered open, so intensely blue. They always held emotions and right now all I could see was contentment at being sated and a little shock.

"What?"

She mumbled with her forehead rippling in disbelief.

I had to fight back a chortle at her reaction.

"Don’t you want another round?" Using my foot I opened the bathroom door and carried her inside.

"I am tired.." she mumbled as I placed her on the ridge of the cerulean bathtub. She steadied herself, placing her hands on the edges.

Going on my knee, I picked up her leg and undid the golden strap that wound on her leg like a coiling snake.

"So quickly, but we still have time," I teased again and she vehemently shook her head, making me laugh heartily.

Such innocence radiated on her face when she pouted like a child whose balloon had burst.

Pulling off her high heels and placing them aside I picked her dainty foot in my hand.

Gracefully shaped with soft, smooth skin I swiped my thumb over it. The toes were elegant and long, with natural arches in the feet, giving it a delicate and balanced appearance. The arch was gently curved, my fingers grazed over it.

She was ticklish as she giggled at my actions And tried to snatch away her foot.

"Mmhm!" She mused, enjoying as my thumb moved down and finger grabbed the upper part so I could massage her foot.

She angled back, her arms arching against the bathtub, the long swirling locks flowed down like a torrent of fire.

The heels must have tired her feet for she closed her eyes and let out a blissful exhale.

"Your hands are magical...yes just there," she directed me as my thumb unknotted the tension in her heel.

I repeated the procedure with her other foot, and she didn’t disappoint with her gratified and pleased groans. She no longer was trying to hide her body and seemed comfortable in her skin.

Once she had relaxed I helped her to her feet and guided her towards the square shower inside the glass cubicle. Our heat triggered the sensors and the warm water flowed like a cascading waterfall.

"Ahh!" Her body relaxed as the warm water hit us. Taking off the condom, I placed my hand on the tile with an in-built waste chute. It propelled open and I discarded the rubber inside it.

Pressing another sensor, I let the liquid wash trickle out in abundance. The flowery scents wafted from it as I gently placed it in Arata’s hair and began to massage it. She pressed the red sensor, turning off the running water and letting me foam her hair.

With their eyes closed, her hands rested on my chest, sliding down to my pecs as she explored the dips and curves. I let her enjoy it, not every day I let a woman touch me.

"What do you eat? Iron bars?" She asked in amusement, eliciting more laughter from me.

"No, steel bearings," I answered with a tease, my hands shifting from her hair to her soft flesh.

Her giggle rang out, sweet and melodious. With this version of me, she was relaxed and joyous. The Karsten version of me made her tense and kept her on the edge.

Both versions were required to shape her. One to feel secure and loved, the other to be tough.

My hands finally reached her wet core and I washed her thoroughly. My fingers pressed into her slimy, petal-soft folds and she whimpered, leaning against me.

"I hope I didn’t make you sore," I commented, inserting my pointer inside her again. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

"N—no," her hands tightened on my waist as she held on, riding my finger for a while.

"Good." I pressed open the water again, washing away all the soap, her fiery hair flattened against her face, shoulders and breasts.

I kneeled in front of her and gazed up. She watched me mesmerised, slightly stunned at what I was about to do.

"Close your eyes," I instructed without blinking. She visibly gulped and obeyed, grabbing my hair, to keep herself steady.

Picking up her right leg, I placed it on my shoulder and her plump core was ripe for my taking. Upping my mask a smidge, I set my lips free.

With her mouth opened, she readied herself as my lips found her velvety skin, and I took a long inhale.

"Arrrrrrrr!" She screamed and clutched my wig so tightly that I feared she would pull it off.