I slapped her ass again, then pulled out slow, cock slick and throbbing.

I turned her around, sandwiching her between me and the mirror, kissing her hard again.

Then I grabbed her hips, lifted her up—her legs wrapping around me—and pressed her back to the glass. With one hand, I guided my cock back inside her pussy.

We both moaned loud as I filled her again, the new angle letting me go even deeper.

"Fuck—Evan—" she gasped, arms around my neck. "Your cock… so deep—"

I started moving—slow at first, then harder, thrusting up into her as I held her against the mirror.

"Love holding you like this," I growled, kissing her neck. "Fucking you against the wall… your pussy taking me so good."

She moaned, head falling back against the glass. "Yes—fuck me—harder—love your cock—"

The elevator hummed around us, storm outside forgotten, just us—bodies pressed, heat building, pleasure rising fast.

I pinned one of her arms above her head, fingers linking tightly with hers against the mirror. The glass was cool under her palm, fogging more with every breath. With my other hand, I kept her lifted off the floor, fingers digging into the soft, thick flesh of her ass, squeezing hard enough to leave faint marks. Her legs were still wrapped around my waist, thighs trembling as I held her up effortlessly.

I could feel how wet she was—her pussy slick and hot around my cock, juices dripping down my shaft, coating my balls with every slow grind. Her walls clenched tighter, fluttering as if trying to pull me deeper, her body betraying how much she needed this.

I slid her dress down just enough to expose her tits—full, soft, nipples already hard from the cool air and the friction. I leaned in, mouth closing around one, sucking hard, tongue swirling over the peak, teeth grazing lightly.

Eleanor moaned, low and needy, her free hand sliding to the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair, holding me there. "Evan… yes… suck them…"

I moved up, kissing her neck—slow, open-mouthed, sucking a mark into the soft skin. Then her chin, tasting the salt of her sweat, then back to her lips—deep, claiming, tongues sliding together as I kept thrusting steady, deep, hips rolling to grind against her clit.

I kissed down her neck again, sucking another mark, then back up to her mouth, devouring her as I picked up the pace—thrusts harder, deeper, the elevator humming around us, mirrors reflecting every movement.

Her moans grew louder, breathy against my lips, body rocking with mine. "Fuck—Evan—your cock—feels so good—"

I pounded harder now, hips snapping forward, cock slamming deep, the angle letting me hit her front wall with every stroke. Her ass jiggled against my palm, thighs quivering in my grip, pussy clenching tighter, wetter.

"Evan—close—fuck—gonna cum—"

Her body tensed, pussy spasming wildly around my cock as she came hard—gushing hot and wet, walls clamping down in violent pulses, hips bucking against me uncontrollably. She screamed into my shoulder, muffled but raw, legs shaking in my hold, body convulsing, pussy milking me in endless, desperate squeezes.

"Fuck—yes—cum for me," I groaned against her neck. "Love feeling you cum on my cock… so tight… so wet…"

I was close—cock throbbing, balls tightening, pleasure building sharp.

She panted, still shaking. "Are you close? Do it… inside."

Well, she couldn't get pregnant. Might as well.

I pushed deep, hips grinding, and let it all go—cock pulsing hard, thick ropes flooding her pussy, pulse after pulse filling her until it leaked out around me. The climax was insane—pleasure exploding through me, vision blurring, body tensing as I emptied everything deep inside her, groaning low into her neck.

I kept riding it, thrusting slow, milking every drop while she moaned and clenched, pussy fluttering around me.

When it ended, I exhaled hard, slowing to a stop. I pulled out gently, lowering her safely to the floor, legs still shaky.

We both panted, air thick and awkward for a second.

I watched her pull her red panties up, cum already soaking through the fabric, darkening it fast. She fixed her blue dress, smoothing it down, cheeks flushed.

I pressed the elevator button, doors sliding open as it continued upward.

"So," I cleared my throat, suddenly aware of how loud it sounded in the small space. "That was… nice."

"It was." Eleanor let out a long, shaky breath. "I honestly didn't think I was going to cum."

I gave a lopsided shrug. "Wow. Low expectations, huh?"

She laughed under her breath, soft and a little embarrassed. "That's not what I meant. And you know it."

"Yeah." I exhaled hard, tugging my pants back into place. "I know."

The elevator chimed and the doors slid open with a polite hiss.

We stepped out together, the hallway suddenly feeling too bright and too quiet after the humming metal box. I walked her to her door in comfortable, 'post-sex silence.' She swiped the keycard, pushed the door halfway open, then paused.

I waited.

She glanced back at me over her shoulder. Then, very deliberately, she bent forward just enough to let her panties slide down her legs and pool at her ankles. She stepped out of them without breaking eye contact, leaving them lying on the carpet like a quiet dare.

Her gaze dropped pointedly to the front of my pants."Think you can get it up again?" she asked, voice low, one eyebrow lifted.

I stepped across the threshold, already reaching for the door to pull it closed behind me.

"For you?" I said, letting the corner of my mouth tilt. "Always."

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Eleanor lay flat on her belly across the bed, legs slightly spread, ass arched just enough for me to drive deep. The sheets were tangled beneath her, her blue dress pushed up around her waist, red panties long discarded somewhere on the floor. I was on top of her, chest pressed to her back, hips snapping forward in steady, powerful thrusts—cock sliding in and out of her soaked pussy with wet, rhythmic slaps.

I groaned low, one hand braced beside her head, the other sliding down to spread her ass cheeks wide. Her flesh yielded under my fingers, soft and thick, jiggling slightly with every impact. The sight of my cock disappearing inside her, stretching her open, made my balls tighten harder.

"Fuck… look at this pussy taking me," I rasped against her ear, breath hot on her neck. "So wet… so tight… gripping me like you never want me to leave."

Eleanor moaned into the pillow, face buried, hips pushing back to meet me. "Evan—yes—deeper—fuck me harder—"

I slammed in harder, hips grinding deep, feeling her walls flutter around me. I was close—pleasure coiling tight in my core, cock throbbing inside her.

She shut her eyes tight, moans turning desperate, body tensing beneath me. "Evan—fuck—I'm… close—"

I thrust faster, relentless, hand squeezing her ass cheek hard. "Cum for me… let me feel that pussy squeeze my cock… cum hard, baby."

Her body locked up—pussy spasming wildly around me, gushing hot and wet as she came hard. Her legs shook violently, hips bucking against me, muffled screams into the pillow as wave after wave crashed through her, tears of pleasure welling in her closed eyes, body convulsing beneath mine.

That sent me over.

I gritted my teeth, pushed deep one last time, and exploded inside her—cock pulsing hard, thick ropes flooding her pussy, pulse after pulse filling her until it leaked out around me. The climax was intense—pleasure ripping through me, vision blurring, body tensing as I emptied everything deep inside her, groaning low into her neck.

I kept my cock buried, riding the aftershocks, grinding slow to give her every last drop, her pussy fluttering weakly around me.

After a few moments, I pulled back slowly, cock slipping free with a wet sound, cum dripping from her pussy onto the sheets.

I rolled onto my back beside her, chest heaving.

Eleanor turned over, lying on her back now, both of us staring at the ceiling, panting hard. The clock on the wall glowed 11:00 p.m.—night deep outside, storm still rumbling low.

"That was… not how I imagined my night would go," Eleanor said, voice hoarse, a small laugh breaking through.

"You and me both," I smiled, still catching my breath.

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- Sexual Activity Completed

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Partner: Eleanor

EXP Gained: +750

Villain Bonus: +30 EXP

Star Rating: 4.6 ★★★★

Reason: -

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- Bliss Multiplier: 468c

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I rubbed my face, yawning wide, the exhaustion finally sinking in deep. My body felt heavy, muscles loose from before, sweat cooling on my skin. I let it all wash over me for a moment, eyes closed, breathing slow, trying to catch my breath fully. Eleanor got up from the bed, sat at the edge, hands braced behind her on the mattress. Sweat glistened down her back, her breathing still uneven.

She turned to look at me, exhaling long and slow. Her expression was a mix—surprised, content, but something else flickered there too. A shadow of unease, maybe regret, like the high was fading and reality was creeping back in.

"Are you okay?" I asked, voice rough. "Was I too harsh?"

"No, no," she said quickly, shrugging with a small, tired smile. "Just… like I said. Not what I expected."

"Hmm."

"Yep…"

As I watched her, the system pinged softly in the air—the Bliss Multiplier reward notification. Credits updated.

I pulled up the UI.

Nice. I'd hoarded enough. Time to spend. I bought another Mastery Evolve—credits dropping to 605c—and slotted the point into Bliss Multiplier.

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