Chapter 22: Space Warp 5
Emily's white back glistened with sweat droplets under the moonlight, sparkling like jewels.
She was now moaning not only in English but in some primal, incomprehensible cries, surrendering her body to my outrageous hip movements.
The blonde actress's rigid pride had long since fallen beneath the bed with the torn silk slip.
"Haa, haa... Yes... More... Please!"
She gripped the bed sheets and pushed her hips back in desperation.
I grabbed her narrow waist and delivered the final thrust.
The deep, hot feeling inside the Western woman's pussy was burning hot, clenching my pillar as if to burst it, and the brink of climax was right on the edge.
"Here, this is a gift from the other side of the Earth."
I twisted her waist to turn her upper body towards me, staring intensely into her blue eyes mixed with fear and pleasure. And I shot and poured the hot liquid deep into the deepest place.
"Coming! Filling! Uuuugh"
Puff, ugh—!
"Aaaaah—!"
Emily convulsed her whole body and hugged my neck.
Hot semen filled the depths of the Hollywood fairy’s womb, and she fell into ecstasy, panting and burying her face in my shoulder with the feeling of her body being filled.
Even after cumming, with her body still connected to my pulsing cock, she trembled for a long time.
Her blue eyes, once called the Hollywood fairy, were now clouded so much that rational thought was impossible, and her cheeks were flushed red as if they would burst.
"Oh, Jesus... It’s... it’s too much..."
She breathed heavily, pushed my shoulder away, then her eyes changed as if gripped by beastly instinct.
The heavy residual vibration transmitted while full of my traces inside her body seemed to completely awaken her dormant lust.
Emily swept her sweat-damp blonde hair off her cheek roughly, pushed me down onto the bed as if to reverse the one who was violating her just now.
"Now... my turn."
She looked down at me with burning eyes and climbed on top of my body.
Her Hollywood actress-like elastic thighs tightly squeezed my hips, she stroked my pillar to erect it, then swallowed it deeply into her hot slit again.
Ah...!
The ability to absorb semen was gone, but her active and destructive movements were more powerful than any magic.
Emily turned her waist greatly, savoring every sensation where the cock reached deep inside her body.
She bit her lips without even moaning, and roughly fucked me as her body desired.
It was now past 11 PM in Korean time.
Several hours had passed while mixing bodies with this woman. It was more than enough value, and the feeling of secretly holding a globally famous star in my arms paralyzed everything.
While the clock needle in the studio apartment raced towards midnight, the bedroom in Beverly Hills on the other side of the Earth was filled with the mad body movements of the Hollywood star and the obscene friction sounds caused by it.
She boldly began to explode on top of me with the tireless vitality of a newly adult woman, finally milking all of me while enjoying the time as if it was the first time meeting.
Emily had now completely lost rational thought, becoming a starving female with only instinct left.
Her plump breasts violently swayed up and down against gravity, and every time the elastic flesh jiggled, it felt like watching stimulating porn in full view.
"Oh, God! It's... it's so big... I'm going crazy! Please, break me!"
She threw her head back completely and spewed beastly moans.
Sweat droplets formed on her white neck, flowing down the collarbone's fine groove into the valley between her breasts.
Emily fixed her palm on my hard abs as if it would break, and using her flexible waist, she drew circles, gradually faster and rhythmically, feeling the entire thing inside.
Thud, chuup, puck—!
Every time she scraped the deep inside of the hot pussy where the cock was burning, Emily bit her burning lips and thrust her waist even more steeply and mercilessly.
Her pink nipples, completely exposed between the torn silk slip, were already stiffly swollen and trembled in sync with her rough movements.
This time, she started to bear down on me by putting weight from above to below.
Every time, my pillar mercilessly pounded her fragile cervix entrance, and a hot drop flowed out from between her stimulated lips, falling onto my body.
"Haa... Yes! More! Give me everything! I want to feel you deeper!"
The hip movements became increasingly bizarre and stimulating over time.
Sweat-soaked, messy blonde hair whipped the air like a whip, scattering a pungent smell of flesh everywhere, and her blue eyes were already unfocused, on the verge of rolling back white.
With each piston, much denser and hotter liquid flowed down her thighs like a waterfall, soaking the bed sheets.
Emily trembled her whole body from the destructive vibrations happening inside her body and the full sensation, gripping my shoulder with her nails as if scratching.
Her vaginal internal muscles started squeezing my pillar as if to crush it in convulsions, and her breathing changed from language to the high scream of a beast surrendering to pleasure.
The climax was right in front. Her hip movements were now heading towards uncontrollable, and her whole body stiffened in front of the approaching huge wave of sensation.
Before feeling the climax, her thigh muscles were tightly tense, squeezing my waist, and like a last gasp, she bounced her body from above, pushing herself to the depths of ruin.
As Emily's movements approached the speed of madness, the hot pressure pressing on my lower abdomen exploded beyond its limit.
I grabbed her narrow waist and pulled her strongly towards me.
"Ah, aaaaaah—!"
Emily's lips, about to let out a scream, dug into my neck and bit as if to crush it.
At the same time, hot, dense liquid shot out like a volcano from the tip of the glans, mercilessly hitting her cervix entrance.
Gulp, gulp—!
Without leaving a single drop, the hot streams poured out and filled her deepest place again, she arched her whole body like a bow and trembled her limbs.
The perfect body curves cherished by Hollywood swayed in convulsions, and the vaginal walls beat madly, squeezing my pillar and sucking in the traces.
Despite the intense climax lasting for a long time, Emily didn't come down from above, her mouth open panting, and she collapsed onto my chest.
Her eyes were completely unfocused, showing only whites, and a transparent drop flowed from the corner of her mouth.
The Hollywood fairy lost her reason, dignity, and consciousness in my arms as if fainting.
I laid her beside me and slowly sat up.
On her smooth back illuminated by moonlight, my rough handprints were clearly imprinted.
I took a cigarette from her luxury cigarette case on the bedside table and lit it.
Sizzle—.
As I inhaled deeply, the smoke passed through my lungs, spreading the omnipotence given by the god's power of space movement throughout my body.
I walked to the window in my naked state and looked down at the glamorous night view of Beverly Hills.
Million-dollar mansions were laid out below, and the actress who was shining the brightest inside was now collapsing, spilling white liquid behind me.
It was truly unbelievable, but the satisfaction that it was real was greater than anything.
"Wow, fuck... I did it with a woman like that..."
The cigarette smoke mixed with the pungent smell in the room created a dreamy atmosphere.
Looking at the clock, it was only 1 minute until midnight in Korean time.
It was time for this wondrous power to disappear. I exhaled the last cigarette smoke long over Emily's sleeping face.
She trembled slightly in her sleep as if responding to my traces, but never woke up.
"Goodbye, Hollywood."
The second hand pointing to 12 o'clock when it signaled midnight, I visualized the old, moldy ceiling of the studio apartment in my mind.
Swoosh—.
The vision flickered instantly, and the cool night air of California disappeared.
When I opened my eyes again, what greeted me was the sound of the TV on and the damp smell of the studio apartment.
I lay naked on the bed, recalling the touch of Emily who was moaning under my hands just now, with a lewd smile.
"I still can't believe it... It's like a dream."
A new day had begun, and my smartphone was waiting for another 'purple icon'.
And morning had broken.
I rubbed my stiff eyes and checked the screen. Under the purple icon, a fresh word was embedded.
[Puppeteer]
"Puppeteer...?"
The word I rolled between my lips had a strange weight.
I immediately turned on the search window to scan its meaning.
"Puppet master. The person controlling..."
My heart started to beat unpleasantly. If hypnosis locks the mind in fog, does Puppeteer mean the ability to steal only the 'control of the body' of the opponent?
I got up from my seat and went to the window.
People were walking on the distant walking path.
An old man walking a dog, a young man jogging, and a woman walking briskly with a shopping basket.
"Really... Can I make her move at my will?"
I experimented by staring at one woman in the distance and lightly flicking my fingers.
At that moment, a strange sensation as if invisible transparent strings extended from my fingertips and stuck to her limbs.
The woman stood still in place without knowing why. Her head twisted at a bizarre angle, gazing into the air.
"Oh my god..."
A chill ran down my spine.
With just a slight movement of my finger, a complete stranger became a perfect puppet and began to move at my will.