Her hand stroked him slowly, teasing his thick length until he was trembling above her. She slid her panties aside, spreading herself open, wet and ready. Her voice was breathless, needy. “Please… I want you inside me.”
His chest rose hard against hers, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered, “Are you sure?” The way she looked at him, glowing, desperate, left no doubt. She nodded, pulling him down.
He guided himself between her thighs, the head of his cock brushing her slick entrance. She gasped, her whole body shivering. He kissed her lips gently, slowly, then pushed forward—inch by inch, careful, controlled, until he was deep inside.
Her soft moan filled his mouth, her nails clutching his shoulders, but there was no pain—only heat, only the shock of fullness, only the joy of finally being joined. He held still, letting her breathe, his forehead pressed to hers, whispering, “You feel so perfect… so beautiful.”
When she moved her hips, inviting him deeper, he began to thrust, slow and steady, every stroke making her whimper in pleasure. Her legs wrapped around him, pulling him closer, pressing his chest against her breasts.
Their rhythm built, gentle but intense, each movement sending waves through them both. Her moans turned sweeter, his groans grew deeper, and their bodies melted together like they had always belonged this way.
With every thrust, every kiss, they became one—soft, hot, unstoppable.
His chest rose hard against hers, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered, “Are you sure?” The way she looked at him, glowing, desperate, left no doubt. She nodded, pulling him down.
He guided himself between her thighs, the head of his cock brushing her slick entrance. She gasped, her whole body shivering. He kissed her lips gently, slowly, then pushed forward—inch by inch, careful, controlled, until he was deep inside.
Her soft moan filled his mouth, her nails clutching his shoulders, but there was no pain—only heat, only the shock of fullness, only the joy of finally being joined. He held still, letting her breathe, his forehead pressed to hers, whispering, “You feel so perfect… so beautiful.”
When she moved her hips, inviting him deeper, he began to thrust, slow and steady, every stroke making her whimper in pleasure. Her legs wrapped around him, pulling him closer, pressing his chest against her breasts.
Their rhythm built, gentle but intense, each movement sending waves through them both. Her moans turned sweeter, his groans grew deeper, and their bodies melted together like they had always belonged this way.
With every thrust, every kiss, they became one—soft, hot, unstoppable.
by WordWeaver & WebWeaver September 17, 2025
Get the Part 10 — Just Usmug.