6 WARNING! MATURE CONTENT Double Stuffed & Soaked (Bianca’s POV)

“Obsession.”

‘Yung salita na ‘yun mismo ang tumama sa’kin ng todo, parang suntok sa dibdib na hindi ko inaasahan.

Nakaupo pa rin ako sa desk, halos hindi na makagalaw, ang mga binti ko nakabuka pa rin sa paligid ng baywang niya. Pawis kami pareho, basa ang buhok ko sa leeg, at ‘yung amoy ng menthol spray na ‘yun ay nanatili pa rin—matinis, malamig, nakakabaliw. Si Renzo ay nakatayo pa rin sa harap ko, ang shirt niya basang-basa sa pawis, pantalon nakababa pa rin sa hita, at ‘yung tingin niya… parang hindi pa siya tapos.

Hindi pa talaga tapos.

He reaches for the black box ulit. Kinuha niya ‘yung vibrator na itinapon niya kanina sa gilid—basang-basa pa rin, glistening with my release at ‘yung remnants ng menthol.

“Renzo… enough na,” bulong ko, boses ko halos wala na.

He smirks—yung kind na nakakapanginig ng tuhod. “Enough? Baby, hindi pa nga tayo nagsisimula talaga.”

He sprays the bottle ulit—direkta sa vibrator mismo this time. Isang mahabang pump. ‘Yung silver mist ay bumasa sa buong surface nito, nagiging glossy at malamig na malamig.

Then he kneels.

Hindi para sa akin ngayon—para sa sarili niya.

He grips my thighs, spreads me wider, at dahan-dahang ipinasok ulit ‘yung vibrator—pero hindi sa entrance ko.

Sa mismong clit ko niya pinahiga ‘yung tip nito, pressing it firmly against the swollen nub.

I jolt.

“Renzo—hindi—sobrang sensitive na—”

“Exactly.”

He clicks it on.

Low setting muna. Pero kahit low, parang kidlat na tumama sa gitna ko. Ang menthol + vibration combo ay parang electric shock na puro pleasure at pain nang sabay. My hips buck up automatically.

He holds it there—steady, hindi gumagalaw.

Just letting the sensation build.

My hands grips to his hair, pulling hard. “Tangina, Renzo—paano ko ‘to kakayanin?”

“By begging,” sagot niya, mata niya naka-lock sa mukha ko. “Beg for me to turn it higher.”

Hindi ko sinagot agad. Pero ‘yung katawan ko mismo ang sumusuko. My hips are grinding against the vibrator without my permission. My breaths are coming in short, desperate gasps.

“Renzo… please…”

“Please what?”

“Mas mataas…”

He chuckles—low, dark.

Clicks it twice.

High.

My scream is muffled dahil sa sarili kong kamay na tinakpan ko ang bibig. The vibrations are punishing now—relentless, deep, making my clit throb so hard parang sasabog na. The menthol turns every pulse into icy fire, spreading outward hanggang sa tiyan ko, hanggang sa dibdib ko.

Tears stream down my face again. Hindi ko na alam kung pleasure ‘to o torture. Siguro pareho.

He stands up slowly, never removing the vibrator.

With his free hand, he grips my chin, forces me to look at him.

“Tignan mo ‘ko habang nilalamon ka ng pleasure na binibigay ko.”

I obey.

Our eyes lock.

He leans in, kisses me—slow this time, almost gentle. Pero ‘yung vibrator ay hindi tumitigil. It’s grinding against me, making my body jerk with every wave.

When he pulls back, his voice is hoarse. “Sabihin mo ulit na akin ka.”

“Akin ka…” No—wait. “Sa’yo ako… Renzo, sa’yo lang.”

“Good.”

He finally pulls the vibrator away.

Pero hindi para tapusin.

He sprays his own cock with the menthol mist—quick pump—then notches himself against me again.

One hard thrust.

All the way in.

The cold menthol on him + the heat inside me = explosion.

I cry out so loud na sigurado akong narinig sa labas. Pero wala akong pakialam na.

He fucks me like he’s claiming territory.

Deep, punishing strokes. Every time he bottoms out, he grinds his hips, making sure I feel every inch coated in that icy burn. My walls clench around him involuntarily—trying to push him out and pull him deeper at the same time.

“Ang sarap mo,” ungol niya. “Puta, Bianca… parang lason ka. Nakakahumaling.”

My nails dig into his shoulders. “Mas mabilis… please…”

He obliges.

Faster. Harder. The desk is shaking now—creaking dangerously. Something falls—siguro ‘yung picture frame sa gilid. Hindi ko na inintindi.

He hooks one of my legs over his arm, changing the angle.

Deeper.

Right against that spot.

I’m babbling now—walang sense na salita. “Renzo—Renzo—hindi ko na—sige pa—fuck—sige pa—”

He reaches between us, thumb pressing on my clit—rubbing fast circles while he pounds into me.

“Come,” he growls. “Come while I’m buried so deep you’ll feel me for days.”

The command snaps something inside me.

I come undone.

Violently.

My whole body convulses—thighs shaking, back arching off the desk, vision whiting out. I feel myself gush around him again—hot, wet, soaking us both.

He doesn’t stop.

He fucks me through my orgasm—drawing it out until I’m oversensitive, whimpering, begging him to slow down. Pero hindi siya nakikinig.

Instead—he pulls out suddenly.

Flips me over.

Face down on the desk again, ass up, cheek pressed against cool wood.

He spreads me open with both hands.

Then he thrusts back in—from behind this time.

Deeper angle.

I scream into my own arm.

His hand comes around, finds the vibrator again.

He slides it in beside his cock—halfway lang muna—then clicks it on.

Medium.

The dual sensation is too much.

Vibrator buzzing inside me + his thick length stretching me + menthol making everything burn and tingle.

I’m crying openly now—sobs mixed with moans.

“Renzo—hindi ko na kaya—please—”

“You can,” he says, voice strained. “You will. For me.”

He turns the vibe higher.

Then he starts moving again—short, brutal thrusts.

Every push grinds the vibrator deeper. Every pull drags it against my walls.

I feel another wave building—different. Heavier. Like I’m going to break apart completely.

“Renzo—I’m gonna—ulit—”

“Give it to me,” he demands. “Squirt again. Soak this fucking desk. Mark it like I marked you.”

His fingers dig into my hips—bruising.

One last, savage thrust.

I shatter.

This time it’s explosive—gushing wet heat that sprays against his thighs, dripping down my legs, pooling on the floor. My knees give out.

He catches me—barely—holding me up as he chases his own release.

“Bianca—fuck—akin ka—lahat sayo sa’kin—”

He comes with a guttural groan—deep inside me, pulsing, filling me until it overflows.

We collapse together on the desk—panting, trembling, wrecked.

Minutes pass. Or hours. Hindi ko alam.

He finally eases out—slowly. The vibrator follows.

He turns me gently, pulls me into his lap on the office chair.

My head on his chest. His arms around me—tight, possessive.

He kisses my hair.

“Bianca…”

I look up—still dazed, still shaking.

“Anong gagawin natin ngayon?” tanong ko, boses ko basag.

He brushes my cheek with his thumb.

Then his eyes darken again.

“Ngayon? Susunduin kita mamaya sa apartment mo. Dadalhin kita sa penthouse ko. At doon… ipapakita ko sa’yo kung gaano katagal kitang mapipigilan na hindi hawakan.”

He leans closer, lips brushing my ear.

“Kasi pagkatapos nito… wala nang balikan, Bianca.”

“Kapag sinubukan mong umalis…”

His grip tightens.

“…hinding-hindi na kita papayagang makalimutan kung kanino ka." He kissed me gently.

"...and bt the way, my office is sound proof .”