"Feels so good..." she gasped, grinding down against his thick cock. The way his cock throbbed against her soaked folds through the fabric was driving her insane. "Sol... you’re so hard... I can feel everything..."
He switched to her other breast, giving it the sa loving, hungry treatnt. His free hand slid down between them again, rubbing her clit through her undergarnt in tight, fast circles. The dual sensation... his mouth on her breasts and his fingers between her legs... had Zeyra trembling violently in his embrace.
Their movents beca more extre. Zeyra rocked her hips frantically, sliding her soaked core up and down along the length of his cock.
Sol t her rhythm, thrusting up gently, letting her feel every inch of his massive hardness rubbing against her most sensitive areas. The wet fabric created obscene, slick sounds as they moved together.
Finally, Sol pulled her undergarnt higher, exposing her completely from the waist down while keeping the fabric bunched around her chest.
He looked down between them, watching with dark eyes as his thick cock slid between her slick folds, coating himself in her arousal with every roll of her hips.
"Fuck, Zeyra..." he growled, voice strained. "You’re dripping all over ."
She whimpered at his words, hiding her face in his neck as embarrassnt and arousal warred inside her.
But she didn’t stop moving. If anything, she ground down harder, chasing the delicious pressure of his cock against her clit.
But Sol was also determined to not rush things, so he didn’t penetrate yet.
Instead he gripped her ass with both hands, guiding her movents, helping her slide faster along his length.
Every ti the thick head of his cock brushed directly over her entrance, they both moaned. The temptation to push inside her was almost unbearable, but they held back... letting the sweet torture continue.
Their kissing turned ssy and desperate. Tongues tangled wildly. Teeth nipped at lips and necks. Soft moans and deep groans filled the room, accompanied by the wet sounds of their bodies moving together.
Zeyra’s hand never left his cock. Even as she rode along his length, she kept stroking him, squeezing the base, brushing her thumb over the sensitive head on every upstroke.
She could feel him getting even harder, throbbing violently in her grip. It was almost her emotional support animal, albeit instead of being cute and comforting, this animal was fierce and angry.
"I’m close..." she whispered shakily against his lips. "Sol... I’m so close..."
"Then co," he rasped, sucking on her lower lip. "I want to feel you lose control on top of ."
He pressed two fingers firmly against her clit and rubbed her in fast, perfect circles while guiding her hips with his other hand.
The added pressure, combined with the constant sliding of his thick cock between her folds, really pushed her over the edge.
With a beautiful broken cry, Zeyra erupted, like literally. She couldn’t help squirting, a beautiful fountain of love was just made there.
Her entire body shook violently in his arms as powerful waves of pleasure crashed through her.
Her thighs clamped around his waist, and her pussy pulsed wildly, soaking his cock complelty as she rode out her orgasm.
Sol held her through it, kissing her gently, whispering soft praises against her ear.
"That’s it... good girl... just like that..."
When she finally ca down, Zeyra collapsed against his chest, breathing hard.
Her hand continued slow, lazy strokes on his still rock-hard cock, clearly not finished with him.
She looked up at him with hazy, adoring eyes and a shy, satisfied smile.
"Your turn..." she whispered, kissing his jaw. "I want to make you feel good too."
Sol chuckled lowly. He kissed her deeply once more, slow and tender, before pulling back with a heated smirk.
"Well you have said that, don’t regret it later."
Saying this he crashed his mouth with her, the kiss started slow, a deep, searching slide of lips that tasted like sweet juice, but within two seconds, it violently exploded into sothing entirely passionate.
Not wanting to be outdone, and being satisfied a bit after the orgasm, Zeyra initiated the force this ti, her mouth opening wide, her tongue darting in to claim his with a frantic, desperate hunger.
She wasn’t acting like an elegant genius, she was fighting for air, her breath coming in ragged, high-pitched gasps as she bit down on his lower lip hard enough to draw a single drop of iron-rich blood.
Sol grunted, his arms locking around her back like iron bars, pulling her torso so flat against his chest that he could feel the frantic, rapid thudding of her heart against his ribs.
Zeyra’s hands scrambled over his shoulders, her flexibility allowing her to twist her body at angles that normal won couldn’t achieve.
She pressed herself closer, her hips grinding down against his thigh with a frantic, unrefined rhythm that told him exactly how far gone her mind was.
She was completely intoxicated by his presence, her fingers clawing at the skin of his back, as she pulled him deeper into the kiss.
Sol finally tore his mouth away, both of them panting heavily, a thin string of saliva connecting their swollen lips for a mont before breaking.
He looked down at her pale face, her cheeks flushed a bright, burning crimson, lips red and slightly bruised from their fierce kissing, and her dark eyes hazy with lust, completely vacant of any logical thought.
Without a word, he flipped their positions smoothly, laying her down on her back across the large bed. Zeyra looked up at him with wide, expectant eyes as he hovered over her like a predator savoring its prey.
"You’re mine to worship right now," he said, voice low and rough with desire.
He reached down and finally pulled her bunched-up undergarnt completely off her body, tossing it aside.
Zeyra was now fully naked beneath him. Sol took his ti savoring the sight of her... her smooth, pale skin glowing in the soft morning light, the gentle curves of her youthful body, the elegant dip of her waist, and the soft swell of her breasts.
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