Beauty froze after that statement. His eyes were watching her closely, waiting for an answer. This is what she had wanted him to ask her for so long—however, why now?
Her insecurities whispered.
"Is this because he was horny?"
Without hesitation, she slid his throbbing shaft between her breasts, squeezing them together around him in a way that sent a jolt of raw pleasure straight through his core.
Bruno inhaled sharply, his hands gripping the sheets.
"Beauty...?"
"When you're not horny, I'll take you seriously."
"Stop... I didn't say that because..." he hissed, fighting to stay stable. His mind swirled, barely able to comprehend what was happening to his body.
A deep groan escaped his throat before he could stop it, the sensation too intense to suppress.
"I... I didn't say it because I was horny... okay?"
He found his voice again, but Beauty said nothing to him.
She continued, her breasts slowly gliding over his length in smooth, deliberate strokes, teasing him with the steady friction.
"Beauty..."
He tried to focus, to hold back, but Beauty's touch was overwhelming. Her massive breasts squeezed and slid around him, enveloping him in a soft pleasure he had never experienced before.
His hands shook as he caressed her hair.
"This feels good... so good..." he whispered.
Every slide of her bosom sent another wave of pleasure crashing through him, his body trembling under her control.
Suddenly, she started flicking the tip of his cock with her tongue.
Bruno went insane. He couldn't hold back and became vocal again, his heart pounding and his body shaking uncontrollably.
Beauty looked up at him, seeing his flushed face and the hunger in his eyes.
She knew he liked that and knew he was about to cum.
She took his tip into her mouth, rolling her tongue around it as her movements quickened—harder, faster.
She wasn't just claiming him anymore—she was consuming him, driving him wild with every stroke. Bruno's loud gasp echoed in the room as his head fell back against the pillows, his body shuddering.
"You... should probably stop... I... am..." he clenched his fists, his breath coming in ragged bursts.
"It's okay, you can cum. Go on," Beauty replied, knowing he was near ejaculation.
However, she didn't stop. She locked her eyes on his and kept working him hard.
Bruno covered his mouth with his hand; it was unbearable. His vision blurred as the tension inside him coiled tighter, threatening to snap.
He could see the expression on Beauty's face as she stared at him without blinking. He swallowed.
That face she makes alone would burst his balls.
She's very experienced in this, he thought. Or is it this good because I have no experience with something like this? Or is it because I am attracted to her?
This time, she took him deep into her mouth and let him stay there, unsure of what pleasurable magic she was working on him.
He moaned loud and deep, pulling her hair back further so he could see that face with every inch of himself disappear into her mouth.
He knew he wasn't going to be able to last much longer.
Just as he was about to pour out, she stopped and pulled him out of her mouth, running her tongue along the tip of his cock while sliding one hand under his balls, gently caressing them.
Bruno released instantly, his cock couldn't stop twitching as he kept pouring and pouring.
Beauty was amazed—that was the longest ejaculation she'd ever witnessed, all over her body. She had to move away and started cleaning her body with a napkin.
Bruno had his eyes closed, his hips thrusting as his shaft twitched uncontrollably. His hands were over his mouth, not trusting himself to stay quiet. He could wake the whole hotel with his loud roar.
The sight of him ejaculating made Beauty wet. It was the most beautiful thing—his face looked so innocent, like it was his first time, even though he must have far more experience than her.
Those little curses he mumbled behind his palms—Bruno had never cursed in front of her before, except for tonight.
She could feel her sweet hole aching. She was already naked. All she needed to do was tell him to do her too.
She waved the thought away.
The last time she asked, her boyfriend had been turned off and even told her no man would go down on a woman like her.
"You might be neat, but that fat will surely stink. No way I'm putting my face in there... if you were skinny, I'd probably give it a chance... it won't stink much..."
His words rang in her ears.
Bruno's heavy breathing brought her attention back to him. Had he gone to sleep?
"Wow! He looked really exhausted... is he that short-lasting?" She thought, a bit disappointed, but his peaceful sleeping face was the most adorable thing.
He looked so precious.
She had to stay positive.
She had been able to satisfy Bruno! He looked like he really enjoyed it, not just because his body couldn't help it.
It wasn't exactly lovemaking, but it felt so intimate—the way he looked at her, caressed her hair, and moaned.
It turned her on so much, and her nipples were fully erect, waiting to be touched. She glanced at his large hand—she could still feel it in her hair.
He hadn't held too tightly; it was just the heaviness of his large palm and the way it covered almost her entire skull.
It made her wonder how it would feel if he carried the weight of her breasts with those strong, masculine, veiny hands.
Her gaze went down to his shaft, which had a shiny drop of cum on its tip.
She felt her clit throb at the sight.
She sighed deeply.
"I better go, or else I'll do something embarrassing. He needs to rest. I shouldn't wake him up for this... He looked like he's been celibate for months... judging by all of this," she said to herself.
Without saying a word to wake him, she slid out of bed quietly, put on her underwear and bathrobe.
She cleaned up the bed and pulled the blanket over him quietly.
After that she left him a note on which she wrote her room number then she walked to the door. She glanced back at him one more time.
"Be my girlfriend Beauty...please?"
She heard that in her head again. That made her blush.
"See you tomorrow, boyfriend."
She left the room, smiling happily.