Princess Sherry’s Tale - Chapter 9.2

“Ahhhh, oh… yeah, mmmm, ah!” she moaned.

“Uh, uh… ah…”

Before long, with the feeling of sparks flying in front of his eyes, his waist gyrated powerfully into Sherri’s. Then, as soon as the man, gritting his teeth, ejaculated as he reached his climax, traces of his squirting seminal emission gathered in a concave shape on her belly button.

With nothing else to do, the two let out screaming moans as they exhaled. Managing to calm his evil twin that was wiggling as if trying to escape from his tightly squeezed hand, he sighed heavily in a hoarse voice and collapsed over Sherri.

“Ahhhhh…. mmmm…”

“What in the world was that?”

Sherri couldn’t believe this mind-blowing pleasure. Never had she once felt such a low grade as an alternative.

She closed her eyes and gasped for breath, and as the man, speechless, stared at her in disbelief he rose carefully above her, still clutching his sporadically wiggling object. Amidst being out of his mind, when his body warmth was about to drop, a tingling sensation came up from the tip of his toes thanks to Sherri’s body as she pulled on his waist by raising her legs reflexively and wrapping them around him.

He managed to pull himself together again and finally escaped her grip, but with the stimulation from a little while ago, his thing was raging again.

How shocking! No matter how much he thought about it, this young woman was much younger than him, and even considering the unfamiliar situation, her effect on him was quite ridiculous.

He barely laid himself next to her and breathed heavily at the feeling of stars sparkling in front of his eyes. However much he shot out, his lower region still tingled.

He didn’t think it’d be this wonderful even if he did it five or six times in one night. Of course, he’d never done it like that before, but with all of his strength depleted it really felt like he’d come to a new world.

As he calmed himself down by giving a light peck on the forehead of Sherri who was already asleep, his eyes finally regained their original light. How could he be so satisfied with only one orgasm? He’d never once imagined that such a thing was possible.

He could only think of the beginning of the intercourse, and earlier he’d been so out of his mind that the middle part was completely blurred. Could he have really lost his mind like this?

The man carefully wiped the traces of their affair with a wet towel when he realized from the looks of her red cheeks that he had exposed Sherri to the cold air for too long.

It seemed she’d overdone herself, as expected. The fragile space between her legs was swollen. Such a shame that he had inconsiderably thrust his thing—with its challenging size— into her tiny body until they climaxed.

After wiping down every corner of her body until she was clean, the man looked down next to the bed and sighed at the sight of the violently flung clothing—his underwear, her dress.

Whew. I never knew I, of all people, would do such a thing, he thought to himself.

No matter how much he thought about it, he had been too hasty. What would make of all this if she were a concubine or wife of a powerful family? He had also been taken in by a woman who’d been very drunk, and he hadn’t been prepared for it.

Feeling a belated sense of shame, the man fidgeted with his clothes after pulling the blanket up to Sherri’s neck. Finally, with his robe on, he stared at Sherri’s face and quickly left through the door as if he had just remembered something.

Not too long after, he returned to the room with something in his hands. He had a woman’s underwear and a dress that looked expensive at first glance in his grip. When he put the magic ring back on Sherri’s finger that had fallen off earlier, she returned to the way she’d looked the first time he’d seen her. He left the clothes on the nightstand next to the bed and was about to go out, when a thought crossed his mind. Having lingering feelings, the man decided to leave a few words written on a notepad after which he left the room urgently.

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“Why does this hurt?” Sherri says as her hands try to massage her lower waist.

Perhaps because she was frustrated she couldn’t touch a man these days, she seemed to have had a dream about having a powerful orgasm. Although she couldn’t recall the man’s face, from the way he caressed her, it was definitely not Hans. She also felt it had been totally different from all the men she’d been with.

Still, she felt fresh like her stuffy frustration had been cast away by the storm-like, whirlwind s*x that’d resulted in two orgasms.

Trying to stand up and get moving, Sherri immediately realized that her skin was bare and exposed under the covers. As she sat up, her v*gina felt sore and tight like something big had penetrated through it.

This caused a look of alarm to appear on her pale face as the thought that her orgasms might have resulted from real-life s*x leaves her excited yet anxious at the same time.