I Became My Son's First Love

Chapter 70

"Ah!"

"I imagined doing that, while rubbing my fully erect cock."

Leaving his mark all over her pale skin, filling her with his seed, and imprinting his scent on her body.

"I pressed down on the tip of my cock with my nails, rubbing hard, imagining it pressing against your soft breasts."

As Eve moaned from the thick shaft rubbing deep inside her, Azazel began to move his hips in earnest.

Thud! Smack! Thud!

The sound of their flesh colliding harshly echoed loudly. Although she knew it wasn't real, Eve was afraid that someone might see them. The dream felt so vividly like reality. With each of Azazel's powerful thrusts, her wet thighs began to drip with her juices, the squelching sound growing louder.

Squelch! Squish!

"Can you see your nipples standing up? Ah, and look, you're standing up down there too, aren't you?"

Azazel reached out and pinched the nipple he had teased into stiffness, twisting it hard. A moan escaped her lips as she involuntarily clenched her lower muscles.

"Ugh, mmm!"

But Azazel didn't give Eve a moment to complain. He pressed his cock deeper inside her, moving his hips roughly. As the pleasure grew more intense, Eve's weakened body was pushed against the cold window. The sensation of her highly stimulated breasts rubbing against the glass caused her body to release a sudden gush of fluids.

"Ah!"

At that moment, almost as if she had heard her voice, the illusion of Eve inside the room began to slowly walk toward the terrace. Though Eve couldn't be seen and knew it was just a dream, she tensed up, afraid she might be caught by her approaching self.

Sensing her tension, Azazel wrapped his arms tightly around her and pressed her body more firmly against the window. Eve stifled a scream, shaking her head, but Azazel paid no mind and whispered, "Show her how good this feels. Show her who you'll be having sex with from now on."

"Ugh, stop it... ah!"

As Eve groaned in protest from the rough stimulation, the illusion of herself inside the window stood completely naked in front of the disheveled Eve. She was so close that it looked like they were staring directly at each other.

Eve gasped sharply, and as if he had been waiting for that moment, Azazel thrust his hips, forcing her body to slam against the window. His thick shaft continued to pound into her, crushing the tender, wet flesh inside.

Thrust! Squish! Smack!

With each movement, the wet sounds of their coupling grew louder.

"Ahh! Mmm! Ugh, ah!"

Azazel gripped her soft body tightly, plunging into her over and over again. Finally, just as the illusion of Eve reached out her hand toward the Eve held by Azazel, she tightly clenched her inner walls.

Azazel, barely holding back his climax, whispered with feigned composure, "What's wrong, Eve? It's not real."

Azazel gently kissed the trembling Eve's neck, teasing her as she bit her lip in frustration.

"Hmm? Let her watch. She didn't know this pleasure back then, did she?"

"Shut up..."

When Eve snapped irritably, Azazel chuckled, turning to swallow her lips. His tongue explored her mouth, greedily sucking on her saliva, as Eve glared at him with sharp eyes. Only when she had stopped struggling did he pull back, pretending to surrender, and laid her down on the terrace floor.