A Cultivator in the World Dominated By Awakeners

Oliver carried Rebecca himself until they reached the second floor and entered one of the rooms.

It wasn't a bad room, quite spacious with a good mattress, although it couldn't be called a luxury item. At the very least, it was a new mattress that had never been used by anyone else.

The room only seemed more secluded because it had only one window, and its size was rather small.

Even though Rebecca seemed angry, she still hugged him back when they arrived in the room.

Oliver smiled at her, looking at her face which had long, wavy, bright blonde hair.

Even her hair alone was enough to surpass the charm of many beautiful women.

Oliver no longer had the interest to speak. He kissed her lips and had to admit that he liked the taste of them.

Their kiss was the third time. They weren't in the mood to start gently.

Oliver's hand went inside the woman's shirt, pulling down her bra until it fell before directly squeezing her breasts.

Her eyes trembled because of it, as if she were surprised by the sensation.

Even the woman's body seemed to become weak and soft.

Oliver wasn't satisfied just with kissing her lips. He also kissed her white and long neck, sucking it hard until her body trembled uncontrollably while her lips let out a light moan.

Little by little, Oliver pushed her onto the bed.

Of course, he didn't immediately get on the bed.

Smiling, he unbuckled the woman's belt.

It was too easy for him.

After her belt was unbuckled, it was very easy for him to push her pants down because they were flexible stretch jeans.

Even after being pushed further, the pants fell to the floor by themselves, revealing her pure white underwear and her thighs, which were too white, quite thick, and long.

Only after that did Oliver pull Rebecca to sit on the bed.

His hand gently caressed her thigh, making her seem to feel ticklish.

Oliver couldn't deny her thighs were the kind that truly made a man's desires uncontrollable.

He didn't feel satisfied just by caressing them, so he lowered his face to her thigh before kissing and licking it.

Rebecca's head tilted up, looking as if she were holding back the ticklish sensation.

Even so, her hand actually pressed Oliver's head.

Oliver's tongue kept moving over her thigh, moving closer and closer to her underwear, which was actually emitting a fragrant scent.

He stopped for a moment, but his hand simply went inside her underwear, touching the soft, rather sparse hairs, surrounding the cleavage with a small opening that looked very narrow but was already wet.

"Are you still a virgin, Rebecca?" Oliver asked, suspecting as much due to the narrowness of her love hole.

"Do you think I'm a woman who can easily offer myself to men?" she answered in an annoyed tone at being asked that.

"Why do I feel it wasn't hard to get you?" Oliver replied.

Rebecca's face turned red and purple upon hearing that.

"Let's just say I'm in love with you," she replied before kissing his lips, as if not wanting him to speak any more.

She became very aggressive, unbuttoning his shirt before throwing it to the floor.

Oliver reciprocated by pushing her body until she lay down before pressing his body against hers and continuing their wild kiss.

But the woman didn't stop trying to undress him. She began to forcefully push his pants down, along with his underwear.

In a short time, he felt a gust of wind touch his buttocks and groin.

Of course, Rebecca felt a large object hitting her underwear.

"My dear..." She showed a drunken expression and actually called him dear.

It seemed she was starting to have a desire for romance with him and was trying to force it.

Without looking down, Oliver pulled her underwear.

Rebecca could take off her own underwear with her feet when it went past her knees.

They began to be able to feel each other's secret places.

Oliver then sat back up, glancing down, seeing the blonde hairs he had touched and the pink cleavage between them.

Rebecca's eyes also looked down, and her expression was something difficult to describe.

Oliver didn't act immediately. He began to unbutton the woman's shirt, the last cloth on her body.

One by one, they came undone and revealed what was hidden.

Her two breasts were truly charming with pink nipples that looked like chewing gum.

He couldn't help but squeeze her two breasts with each of his hands when he saw them, making the woman look like she was enjoying it but appeared unsatisfied.

"Can you start now," she said.

Oliver smiled upon hearing that.

Of course, he couldn't keep delaying because he also couldn't bear it.

This woman with her beauty had finally made his desires uncontrollable.

In the end, he was even cheating with her despite having a girlfriend who clearly loved him very much.

What could he say? This wasn't the first time he had cheated. He had done it during times when many women wanted him, so it was somewhat easy for him to do it again.

Oliver began to place the head of his shaft in front of the woman's love hole, which was already slick.

He began to push his shaft in. It was too hard; any hole could be penetrated by it.

Slowly, it began to enter Rebecca's love hole, making the woman's eyes widen and tremble.

"Mm, ah..." She screamed for a moment when the shaft broke through the thin barrier inside her love hole, which was proof that she was truly a virgin.

Her age was still young after all. Despite her desire, she was very selective so she could maintain her virginity.

In a short time, Oliver's shaft reached the end of her love hole.

No, that might not be the end. After all, his shaft had only sunk a little more than half.

What was clear was that he wanted to put it in deeper; he needed a harder push.

Now he stopped first, giving the woman a chance to breathe because she had started to pant.

When her breathing began to stabilize, he pulled his body down until their faces met again.

He hugged her, and even her legs wrapped around his waist.

"Dear," she said, looking more and more intoxicated even though she hadn't had any alcohol.

When they feel pleasure, women do tend to be like this.

Pa! Pa! Pa!

Oliver moved with high intensity immediately, making the woman's eyes widen, but he kissed her lips, not giving her a chance to moan.

Her voice was beautiful, but for some reason, he preferred her to be quiet for now.

Even if he could, he wouldn't stop kissing her.

It's just that the woman seemed to like being kissed by him.

She responded to his kiss, pressing his head so that their faces wouldn't part.

Unfortunately, it was impossible for Oliver to kiss non-stop because he also needed to breathe comfortably.

When he released the kiss, as he had expected, Rebecca immediately moaned loudly and uncontrollably.

Oliver also had the desire to torment her, but unfortunately, as a man, he had a body that women really liked. The harder he was, the more pleasure Rebecca seemed to feel.