The Monster of Disaster

Two white boobs bounced up and down in the air.

Their pinkish-red tips flickered like phantom tail lights, leaving traces in the darkness.

Bryce watched as her breasts jiggled wildly and cupped them with both hands. He teased her perky nipples with his calloused fingertips, feeling their hardness.

As he played with them, Yamilet's nipples grew warmer and softer, like berries soaked in hot red wine.

The thought of all the kinky lingerie she wore during her live streams made him squeeze her nipple hard between his fingers.

"Ha...you keep pushing the envelope on those streams of yours. Next thing you know, you'll be doing live sex shows for everyone to see."

The sudden rush of excitement made Yamilet arch her back and throw her head like a swan hit by an archer's arrow.

She leaned on Bryce's shoulder and suddenly sat down, taking his thing into her hole tightly: "But I have to find someone first to cooperate... Hmmm, who do you think I should go for?"

Bryce couldn't help but sigh as he was bitten by her. "How about that hacker? The cute little guy who's fair-skinned and good-looking? What was his name again? Oh yeah, Dotty?"

Yamilet lifted her hips and spat out the slippery penis before swallowing it down fiercely.

Her buttocks slammed against Bryce's sturdy thigh. She couldn't help but chuckle: "What 'Dotty'? He goes by just 'DOT' okay? And he's been an adult for a while now..."

Twisting her waist seductively like a beautiful snake, she lowered her voice and teased: "Especially here, he's not smaller than you."

The glans were covered with a thin layer of membrane which held it deep inside the narrow passage, suckled on every thrust.

Bryce groaned through gritted teeth, pinching her delicate waist as he pulled out. His shaft moved in and out of the small hole dripping with fluids.

He laid her back on the bed and had her lie face down, picking up her hips and pushed himself in with a grunt. The spear pierced through the layers of tender flesh in the small hole like wildfire burning everything dry in its path, but there was clear spring water flowing from deep inside that extinguished the flames.

However, this stream could not quench Bryce's lustful fire; it seemed to pour alcohol onto him instead, making that fire burn even hotter.

He felt like he would turn himself into ashes soon enough.

With one hand supporting Yamilet's trembling lower abdomen and the other pressing down on her shoulder, Bryce thrust harder and harder while not mincing his words, "Ha, then next time you go live, call me and I'll gift you 78 rockets."

In his mind he cursed silently: gift, gift, give a damn.

Yamilet grabbed onto a shaky teddy bear at the foot of the bed and held it close to her face with a joyful smile, "Okay then, thank you in advance for your rockets, Mr.Bry."

The sound of card playing from across the hall continued. That guy had washed his hands several times but still had an impressive streak going.

At around two o'clock in the morning, the neighbor from room 305 returned. A moment later there was some noise followed by the unmistakable sound of a bed creaking accompanied by a woman's moans. The man was rough and used foul language but didn't last long. By the time Bryce put on his second condom they were already done.

Yamilet was incredibly flexible; her long legs could easily open up to 180 degrees in their less than forty square meter space. The two kept changing positions until finally Bryce lifted her up and penetrated her deeply from below.

The girl in his arms shuddered all over with sweat dripping down her spine while most of her lipstick had been eaten off by him revealing its original color like a mushy strawberry. Sweat beads rolled down Bryce's forehead as well as he kissed Yamilet and asked for help lifting up his bangs, since his both hands were busy tossing around her petite buttocks.

The neighbor seemed to be snoring now and the sound of cards playing finally stopped. After removing the second condom, Bryce gasped heavily before ejaculating onto Yamilet's quivering lower abdomen where thick white liquid filled up her cute belly button, like shallow pools.

Bright moonlight cast shadows of their entangled bodies against the white walls like vines.

Afterward, Bryce went into the bathroom first. The cramped space didn't have a dry and wet separation, just a transparent plastic curtain like the ones used in biological labs. Cold water poured down from the showerhead as Bryce rubbed the foam off his hair. Then he heard the sound of the bathroom door being opened.

He glanced back at her and continued washing his hair as Yamilet pulled aside the curtain behind him and stepped inside, tapping her index finger on his left shoulder with a "bang" sound, "You're dead now."

Feeling satisfied after their intense love making, Bryce played along with her playful action, "Ah, I'm dead. You are really something." He rinsed off the foam and then reached out to pull her in front of him for a kiss under the pouring rain.

The woman without makeup was so soft; with a smile on her lips she looked like a cat that had been petted until its fur was smooth. It was hard to believe she was actually a professional killer who wielded knives effortlessly.

As they kissed passionately again, Bryce's genitalia started to stir again but he regretted only bringing two condoms tonight. "Do you have any condoms?" he asked.

Yamilet massaged his flesh pole while lightly rubbing around its head before asking, "Nope. Do you want to go downstairs and buy some?"

Bryce thought about those adult stores with pink-colored lights that were gaudy yet cheap with posters pasted on their walls showing vulgar images. He pursed his lips in disgust and said, "Forget it; let's make plans for next time."

He kissed Yamilet's lips one more time before opening the curtain and leaving the bathroom first. Yamilet raised an eyebrow; it didn't matter much to her anyway.

As she walked out of the bathroom, still towel-drying her hair, Bryce was already dressed and drops of water were dripping from his uncombed hair onto his clothing collar.

Neither of them would let the other stay overnight. They could have sex together but sleeping in the same bed was off-limits.

"When's your flight?" Yamilet sat cross-legged on the bed, naked with a towel in hand to wipe off any remaining moisture from her hair.

Bryce didn't live in Hong Kong; he frequently traveled between Europe and America or sometimes even to Macau. As for where exactly he lived, Yamilet had no idea as she had never gone to Bryce's place before.

"Tomorrow morning," Bryce answered without specifying a time while tossing the folding knife he used earlier almost to blind her onto the bed as a gift for her.

Yamilet set down her towel and picked up the silver-finished folding knife that she noticed earlier wasn't his usual dagger. Finally, she could take a closer look at it.

The handle was crafted using lost wax casting techniques and carved with a mythical creature - half monkey and half tiger with sharp horns atop its head and gleaming silver teeth in its bloodthirsty mouth. When she held it by its main axle and lightly swung her wrist, the blade slid out effortlessly.

The titanium alloy blade also had engraved lines depicting the serpent tail of that beast which twisted around the edge all the way to its sharp tip. There were also some Chinese characters carved on an empty part at the end of the handle that she couldn't understand.

Bryce said it was a legendary Asian monster representing disaster that only appeared at night-time.