Warrior Training System

Sher's neatly combed hair, once tied up in a professional bun, had come completely undone as she felt every vein and ridge of Cassian's thick shaft rubbing against her tight, squeezing folds—clenching around him so intensely it was almost like her vagina had a mind of its own, gripping and pulling at him like suctioning tentacles.

Sher kept moaning, her voice breaking into desperate pleas between gasps. "Sl-slower… not so fast—ahhh, nghhh—it's… ahhh… I-I can't… I'm cumming…!" she cried out, her body trembling as Cassian continued pounding into her with relentless speed. Her arms, pinned in his grip, squirmed like she was trying to break free and push him away—but deep down, she didn't want him to stop. Not really. The way his thick length was stretching her, filling her completely, made it feel like he was sliding straight into her brain, her connection to every twitch of her folds heightened to its absolute limit.

Cassian, on the other hand, felt every twitch of her folds—and when she came, it wasn't just a spasm, it was a full-blown seizure of pleasure. Her walls clenched around him so hard it was like they were trying to trap him inside, twisting and squeezing as if sucking him in deeper. Grunting, he didn't slow down. Each thrust pulled her clinging folds with him, in and out, like they refused to let go. The friction sent waves of heat through her, as if she were orgasming out a boiling surge of pleasure with every motion.

But his limit hit fast. Her folds were squeezing around him like a vice, the suction so intense it felt like her body was trying to pull him even deeper, refusing to let him go. Each twitch around his shaft was like a tight pulse, drawing out every last bit of restraint he had left. He tried to hold on, gritting his teeth, but the pressure and wet heat around him were too much.

His thrusts started to falter—less rhythm, more raw need—as his hips jerked forward one last time. The moment he bottomed out, the grip of her folds pulled another deep grunt from his throat. His penis throbbed violently inside her, and thick spurts of semen shot out in quick bursts, filling her with every pump. He could feel each pulse shoot out as her folds clung to him, milking him with every tight spasm, as if her body wanted every drop.

Even after the last spurt, his member twitched inside her, overstimulated by the way her slick walls kept pulsing and sucking on him, still refusing to let him go. His legs shook slightly as he stayed inside, breathing hard, her soaked vagina still tightly sealed around his shaft like it wasn't done with him yet.

"I didn't think these old pussy of yours would still be this desperate, Commandant Sher..." Cassian muttered with a smug grin, his breath hot against her skin as their bodies pressed flush together. He remained buried deep inside her, not thrusting, just relishing the way her slick, tight walls gripped him like a vice—like they were begging him not to pull out. His hands roamed her soft, toned stomach, fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks as he kept her pinned.

"Guess I overestimated your restraint…" he added, a cruel smirk pulling at his lips. "Didn't realize you were such a slutty old hag."

Then, without warning, he pulled out his penis and shove down back into her as hard and deep as he could, bottoming out with a wet slap. Her folds clamped down in response, soaking and twitching, but his shaft stayed hard—throbbing inside her like it hadn't even started to wear out. Her body was still dripping around him, but he didn't give her a second to recover, just pressed in harder, enjoying how far he could force himself inside.

As he finally released her wrists, letting her move, and she immediately reached out, grabbing the papers scattered on the desk—crumpling them in both hands as her body convulsed. Her legs twitched, back arched, breath ragged and broken as another orgasm tore through her. This one hit harder, lasting longer—leaving her moaning and gasping as her hips jerked beneath him, folds spasming wildly around his cock, like her body couldn't get enough even as it was overloaded.

Cassian's hands stayed firm on her abdomen, feeling every shudder and ripple from inside as she gasped for breath. Her body trembled under him, and her eyes rolled back, lips parting as she mumbled through moans, "No… no… not—don't… come… out… stop…"

He paused for a moment, confused—was she begging him to pull out or to keep going? Her voice was too broken to tell. But her tight grip around him didn't ease up, and the way her hips bucked made him assume otherwise. With a low grunt, he pulled back and slammed in again, cutting off her scattered words.

"No… don't… stop…" she cried out finally, her thighs twitching hard around him.

Her walls clenched violently, convulsing as if trying to trap him inside. Cassian kept thrusting, body locked in the rhythm, but the suction suddenly tightened. Her legs snapped shut around his waist just as a sudden burst of warm liquid squirted up his lower stomach.

"Noooooo..." she screamed, her body convulsing as her stomach and legs jerked uncontrollably. The stream surged in sharp pulses before slowing to smaller, heated jets, soaking both of their stomachs in her warmth.

It was clear she had soiled herself, lost control from the overwhelming pleasure. With her body already beyond her command, she struggled to hold on, but Cassian's final thrust shattered whatever control she had left.

Cassian released it as well, surprised by the sight. He could see the regret and shame written all over her face, tears leaking from her eyes as the hot stream of liquid continued unabated. He smirked, unfazed by her embarrassment, watching her face, hidden beneath her arms, as she struggled to control her body, unable to stop the inevitable.