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Chapter 31: Rizal (Act 3)
Lina, for her part, couldn’t tear her eyes away. The movie had awakened something in her, a desire she hadn’t fully acknowledged until now. And as the father-in-law brought the heroine to climax with a final, forceful thrust, Lina felt her own body tingling with anticipation, her mind racing with thoughts she could barely admit to herself.
Rizal wasn’t sure how to navigate this delicate situation. He could see the faint sheen of sweat on Lina’s forehead, her breathing slightly uneven. Carefully, he decided to test the waters. He placed both hands gently on her shoulders, his touch soft but deliberate. “You look tense,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing. “Maybe a little massage will help you feel better.” Lina nodded almost absentmindedly, her eyes still glued to the screen, but she didn’t pull away from his touch.
In the next scene, the heroine was sleeping alone in her house at night, her husband having gone overseas for work. Suddenly, her bedroom door creaked open, and two male servants slipped inside, locking the door behind them. They undressed themselves silently and climbed into her bed, their hands roaming over her sleeping form. The heroine stirred, resisting at first, but eventually gave in as they stripped her clothes off. The scene grew steamy as the servants took turns with her, their movements raw and unrelenting. Lina watched, transfixed, her body reacting in ways she couldn’t control.
Rizal, noticing Lina’s heightened state, moved his hands lower, grazing the outer curves of her breasts and the soft skin of her stomach through the thin fabric of her t-shirt. A soft moan escaped Lina’s lips, mingling with the muffled sounds from the movie. Rizal didn’t miss the cue. She was clearly turned on, but he didn’t want to rush things. He continued to massage her gently, his hands moving over her shoulders, breasts, and navel area, each touch careful yet deliberate.
Lina’s moans grew more pronounced as Rizal’s fingers worked their magic. Sensing her growing arousal, he slowly unbuttoned her shirt and lifted it over her head, leaving her in just her bra and skirt. Her chest rose and fell with each breath, the fabric of her bra straining against her full breasts.
Rizal’s own desire flared as he ran his hands over her bra, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath the lace.
Still, Lina didn’t look away from the screen. Her focus was unwavering, but her body told a different story. Rizal, emboldened by her lack of resistance, reached around her back and undid her bra straps one by one.
The garment slipped away, leaving her breasts bare and free. Rizal cupped them from behind, his hands warm and firm as he explored their softness. When his thumbs brushed over her nipples, Lina gasped, a small shiver running through her body.
“Turn around,” Rizal whispered, his voice thick with desire. But Lina shook her head slightly, keeping her gaze locked on the movie. Rizal didn’t press the issue. Instead, he focused on kneading her breasts from behind, his fingers teasing her nipples into hard peaks. He pressed his body closer to hers, his own arousal evident as he felt the heat radiating from her skin.
His hands moved in slow, deliberate circles, alternating between gentle caresses and firmer squeezes. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her neck as he whispered softly, “You’re so beautiful, Lina.” His hands continued their exploration, his touch growing bolder as he cupped and fondled her breasts, each movement eliciting another soft moan from her.
Lina’s breathing grew heavier, her body arching slightly into his touch. The combination of the steamy movie and Rizal’s skillful hands was overwhelming.
She bit her lip to stifle another moan, but it escaped anyway, a fragile sound that only fueled Rizal’s desire. He continued to knead and tease her breasts, his hands moving with a rhythm that matched the intensity of the scene playing out on the screen.
Rizal’s lips brushed gently against Lina’s neck, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine as she sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes still glued to the screen. His hands, which had been kneading the soft, heavy mounds of her breasts with a firm yet tender touch, now began to wander lower, exploring the curves of her body with a hunger he could no longer suppress.
His fingers traced a path down to her waist, where they paused briefly before searching for the zipper of her skirt. When he found it, he pulled it down slowly, the metallic sound barely audible over the muffled moans from the movie. With a deliberate motion, he lifted Lina slightly, sliding the skirt down her hips until it pooled around her ankles. The air felt cool against her now-exposed skin, but the heat building inside her made it impossible to feel anything but desire.
Rizal’s hands moved to her panties next, his fingers brushing against the thin fabric that clung to her damp pussy. He traced the outline of her folds through the material, feeling the moisture seep through as Lina’s breath hitched. She didn’t look at him with her gaze remained fixed on the screen, where the graphic scenes of raw passion only stoked the fire within her.
Rizal could see how she was trying to stifle her moans, her lips pressed together tightly, but her body betrayed her with every trembling breath.
Carefully, he slid off the bed and knelt before her, his hands gripping the waistband of her panties. He pulled them down gently, revealing her glistening pussy. The sight of her wetness made his own arousal surge, but he forced himself to focus on her. He widened her legs slightly, placing them on either side of him as he leaned in, his tongue darting out to taste her.
At first, his licks were slow and teasing, just enough to make her squirm. But as her moans grew louder, he increased the intensity, his tongue delving deeper into her folds. He licked her with a fervor that matched the raw passion on the screen, his mouth working in tandem with his fingers. One hand steadied her trembling thigh while the other slipped inside her, curling just enough to find that sweet spot that made her gasp.
Rizal alternated between licking and fingering her, his movements growing harder, faster, as if driven by some primal instinct. He slurped at her pussy hungrily, savoring her taste as his fingers thrust in and out of her with rhythmic precision.
Lina’s body arched slightly, her moans now escaping freely despite her efforts to contain them. Her hands gripped the edge of the bed, her knuckles white from the pressure, but her eyes never left the screen.
Finally, with a shuddering gasp, Lina climaxed, her body tensing as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Rizal didn’t stop until she was spent, his tongue and fingers coaxing every last tremor from her. When he finally pulled back, he looked up at her, his lips glistening, his breathing ragged.
Yet Lina’s gaze remained fixed on the computer screen, her face flushed but expressionless, as if the storm of sensations had unfolded somewhere outside of her control.
Lina, for her part, couldn’t tear her eyes away. The movie had awakened something in her, a desire she hadn’t fully acknowledged until now. And as the father-in-law brought the heroine to climax with a final, forceful thrust, Lina felt her own body tingling with anticipation, her mind racing with thoughts she could barely admit to herself.
Rizal wasn’t sure how to navigate this delicate situation. He could see the faint sheen of sweat on Lina’s forehead, her breathing slightly uneven. Carefully, he decided to test the waters. He placed both hands gently on her shoulders, his touch soft but deliberate. “You look tense,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing. “Maybe a little massage will help you feel better.” Lina nodded almost absentmindedly, her eyes still glued to the screen, but she didn’t pull away from his touch.
In the next scene, the heroine was sleeping alone in her house at night, her husband having gone overseas for work. Suddenly, her bedroom door creaked open, and two male servants slipped inside, locking the door behind them. They undressed themselves silently and climbed into her bed, their hands roaming over her sleeping form. The heroine stirred, resisting at first, but eventually gave in as they stripped her clothes off. The scene grew steamy as the servants took turns with her, their movements raw and unrelenting. Lina watched, transfixed, her body reacting in ways she couldn’t control.
Rizal, noticing Lina’s heightened state, moved his hands lower, grazing the outer curves of her breasts and the soft skin of her stomach through the thin fabric of her t-shirt. A soft moan escaped Lina’s lips, mingling with the muffled sounds from the movie. Rizal didn’t miss the cue. She was clearly turned on, but he didn’t want to rush things. He continued to massage her gently, his hands moving over her shoulders, breasts, and navel area, each touch careful yet deliberate.
Lina’s moans grew more pronounced as Rizal’s fingers worked their magic. Sensing her growing arousal, he slowly unbuttoned her shirt and lifted it over her head, leaving her in just her bra and skirt. Her chest rose and fell with each breath, the fabric of her bra straining against her full breasts.
Rizal’s own desire flared as he ran his hands over her bra, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath the lace.
Still, Lina didn’t look away from the screen. Her focus was unwavering, but her body told a different story. Rizal, emboldened by her lack of resistance, reached around her back and undid her bra straps one by one.
The garment slipped away, leaving her breasts bare and free. Rizal cupped them from behind, his hands warm and firm as he explored their softness. When his thumbs brushed over her nipples, Lina gasped, a small shiver running through her body.
“Turn around,” Rizal whispered, his voice thick with desire. But Lina shook her head slightly, keeping her gaze locked on the movie. Rizal didn’t press the issue. Instead, he focused on kneading her breasts from behind, his fingers teasing her nipples into hard peaks. He pressed his body closer to hers, his own arousal evident as he felt the heat radiating from her skin.
His hands moved in slow, deliberate circles, alternating between gentle caresses and firmer squeezes. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her neck as he whispered softly, “You’re so beautiful, Lina.” His hands continued their exploration, his touch growing bolder as he cupped and fondled her breasts, each movement eliciting another soft moan from her.
Lina’s breathing grew heavier, her body arching slightly into his touch. The combination of the steamy movie and Rizal’s skillful hands was overwhelming.
She bit her lip to stifle another moan, but it escaped anyway, a fragile sound that only fueled Rizal’s desire. He continued to knead and tease her breasts, his hands moving with a rhythm that matched the intensity of the scene playing out on the screen.
Rizal’s lips brushed gently against Lina’s neck, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine as she sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes still glued to the screen. His hands, which had been kneading the soft, heavy mounds of her breasts with a firm yet tender touch, now began to wander lower, exploring the curves of her body with a hunger he could no longer suppress.
His fingers traced a path down to her waist, where they paused briefly before searching for the zipper of her skirt. When he found it, he pulled it down slowly, the metallic sound barely audible over the muffled moans from the movie. With a deliberate motion, he lifted Lina slightly, sliding the skirt down her hips until it pooled around her ankles. The air felt cool against her now-exposed skin, but the heat building inside her made it impossible to feel anything but desire.
Rizal’s hands moved to her panties next, his fingers brushing against the thin fabric that clung to her damp pussy. He traced the outline of her folds through the material, feeling the moisture seep through as Lina’s breath hitched. She didn’t look at him with her gaze remained fixed on the screen, where the graphic scenes of raw passion only stoked the fire within her.
Rizal could see how she was trying to stifle her moans, her lips pressed together tightly, but her body betrayed her with every trembling breath.
Carefully, he slid off the bed and knelt before her, his hands gripping the waistband of her panties. He pulled them down gently, revealing her glistening pussy. The sight of her wetness made his own arousal surge, but he forced himself to focus on her. He widened her legs slightly, placing them on either side of him as he leaned in, his tongue darting out to taste her.
At first, his licks were slow and teasing, just enough to make her squirm. But as her moans grew louder, he increased the intensity, his tongue delving deeper into her folds. He licked her with a fervor that matched the raw passion on the screen, his mouth working in tandem with his fingers. One hand steadied her trembling thigh while the other slipped inside her, curling just enough to find that sweet spot that made her gasp.
Rizal alternated between licking and fingering her, his movements growing harder, faster, as if driven by some primal instinct. He slurped at her pussy hungrily, savoring her taste as his fingers thrust in and out of her with rhythmic precision.
Lina’s body arched slightly, her moans now escaping freely despite her efforts to contain them. Her hands gripped the edge of the bed, her knuckles white from the pressure, but her eyes never left the screen.
Finally, with a shuddering gasp, Lina climaxed, her body tensing as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Rizal didn’t stop until she was spent, his tongue and fingers coaxing every last tremor from her. When he finally pulled back, he looked up at her, his lips glistening, his breathing ragged.
Yet Lina’s gaze remained fixed on the computer screen, her face flushed but expressionless, as if the storm of sensations had unfolded somewhere outside of her control.
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