Warrior Training System
Chapter 130: Vulgar or beautiful (R-18)

"Gulk, gulk…" The room was filled with a mix of gagging and wet sounds, and Cassian's face reflected pure bliss. The source of the noises was his crotch, and the one making them was none other than the woman he'd met only recently. Somehow, their relationship had progressed at an incredibly fast pace.

On the first day, he'd seen and touched her sensitive areas, drawing moans from her. Now, on the second day, she was doing the same to him. He couldn't help but appreciate how quickly things had escalated, wishing more relationships would move this fast.

As he lay on the bed, Cassian glanced down at his stomach, just below where he could see Russella in motion. Her head moved rhythmically from the tip of his member down to the base, drooling slightly to ease the movement as she took him into her mouth.

Inside, he felt her throat accommodating and drawing him in with each descent. He could sense it flexing as it adjusted around him, tight and slippery, squeezing him firmly each time she went deeper. Her tongue rested stationary at the bottom of her mouth, adding a subtle massage to the parts that brushed against it as she bobbed her head up and down.

'Ahhh... why am I enjoying doing this?' she questioned herself, bewildered by the desire that had taken hold of her. When she first saw Cassian's member, her initial thought was how it might feel inside her, never imagining she'd crave it in a place she didn't even know could be penetrated.

Yet, here she was, overwhelmed by the unexpected pleasure, a sensation so intense it left her drenched with arousal. Each time she took him deeper, the large head stretching her throat walls sent waves of tingling heat through her, sparking small, shuddering climaxes. The fullness and pressure urged her toward a more powerful release, and she found herself moving with increasing fervor, no longer mindful of appearances but intent on pushing them both to the orgasm.

As Cassian watched her, surprised by the sight of Russella squeezing her own breasts, he realized just how deeply she had surrendered to her arousal. He had known she was enjoying the act, but he hadn't expected her to abandon all hesitation and let him see it so openly.

With her hips angled slightly toward him, Cassian didn't waste a moment. He reached out and grabbed her buttocks firmly, squeezing as he moaned, "Your throat is like a cum-sucking machine, Russella…"

Russella's cheeks flushed, unsure if the embarrassment came more from the squeeze or Cassian's bold comment. She glanced at him from the corner of her eye, catching his playful chuckle as his hands lingered, moving toward the center of her buttocks.

Reaching between her legs, Cassian felt the dampness that had spread from Russella's core, and a smirk tugged at his lips. He grabbed one cheek, squeezing and stretching it outward, causing her body to tense and her other entrance to clench. Wanting to feel her bare skin, he slid his hand down toward her feet and slipped it under her skirt. His fingers trailed up her soft, warm thighs, pausing to give them a firm squeeze before moving further inward. As he explored, he was met with the slick wetness coating her inner thighs, the heat radiating from her making his fingers damp almost immediately.

"You're so wet..." he murmured, running his fingertips over her soaked panties, pressing lightly to trace the outline of her soft folds beneath. Russella shivered at the touch, moaning around his length as her eyes rolled back, still bobbing her head. She didn't stop him; instead, she gripped her own breasts even tighter, adding to the overwhelming sensations building inside her.

Cassian gazed at her, captivated by the way she worked him with complete abandon. To some, the scene might have seemed messy or even unappealing, with drool trailing down her chin and neck, coating her lips as she continued. But to Cassian, she had never looked more beautiful. Her flawless, milky-white skin glistened with a sheen of sweat, her rosy cheeks flushed from exertion and the stretch of his length inside her mouth. Strands of her gray hair fell across her face, framing her features perfectly and adding to the allure that left him breathless.

"You're so beautiful, Russella..." he said, squeezing her thighs hard.

'Bastard, does he think praising me will make me do it one more time?' Russella thought, feeling a bit embarrassed by his compliment. She knew it wasn't true. Who could possibly replace her beautiful in this situation? She herself felt disgusted by what was happening—her throat making vulgar sounds as she sucked him in such a vulgar manner. She couldn't understand how anyone could replace her beautiful now, But Cassian did.

His fingers teased her folds even more, pressing harder against her wet panties, making them cling to her shape. He could feel her soft pubic hair beneath the fabric as he traced the contours, his touch sending waves of pleasure through her. His movements were enough to increase Russella's pleasure further.

It was the same for Cassian, as Russella felt his arousal intensify when she noticed his penis growing in size inside her throat. Surprised and feeling stuffed, she tried to pull back, but before she could, she felt Cassian's hands pushing her head down as he announced, "I'm cumming..."

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Her eyes widened as she felt the warm liquid squirting down her throat with force. As her own core heated up, she moaned, squeezing her thighs together. Her vagina released a gush of fluids, but with her panties in the way, she wasn't able to release it as forcefully as she wished, causing her pelvic muscles to tense as she exerted more pressure.

Enough that more and more fluids gushed out, drenching Cassian's hands as he pulled her panties aside from her folds, finally allowing her orgasm to release freely.

While she struggled, pushing her orgasm out, Cassian had no problem letting go inside her throat. As he emptied himself, he released her head, and she quickly pulled away, moaning as her body trembled, releasing more of her orgasm. The fluid trailed down her thighs, wetting her clothes and the bed beneath her.