His mouth devoured hers, but his hand slid lower, urgent, trembling with need. When his fingers slipped beneath her underwear, she gasped into his kiss, her whole body shuddering. He felt her heat, soft and wet, and it drove him mad.
She moaned, then shifted, sliding the fabric of her panty aside, exposing herself completely to him. Her fair skin glistened, her folds open and inviting under his touch. “Look at me,” she whispered, her voice wicked and sweet. “This is yours… all yours.”
His eyes dropped, and the sight made his breath break, a raw groan tearing from him. His fingers parted her gently, stroking her slick entrance, teasing, making her arch against his hand. He was trembling, barely holding back.
But she wasn’t finished. Her own hand slid down, bold and hungry, slipping inside his underwear. She wrapped her fingers around his hardness, stroking slow, deliberate, making him hiss through his teeth.
She pressed her lips to his ear, her whisper hot and dirty. “They’ve waited too long… let’s help them meet.”
He almost lost himself right there, his hips jerking into her touch, his hand moving faster between her thighs, fingers circling her swollen nub, sliding inside her, stretching her, making her cry out.
Their hands worked in rhythm, stroking, teasing, pushing each other closer to the edge. Every gasp, every moan filled the room, bodies twisting in desperate need, both undone by the thought of finally joining.
She moaned, then shifted, sliding the fabric of her panty aside, exposing herself completely to him. Her fair skin glistened, her folds open and inviting under his touch. “Look at me,” she whispered, her voice wicked and sweet. “This is yours… all yours.”
His eyes dropped, and the sight made his breath break, a raw groan tearing from him. His fingers parted her gently, stroking her slick entrance, teasing, making her arch against his hand. He was trembling, barely holding back.
But she wasn’t finished. Her own hand slid down, bold and hungry, slipping inside his underwear. She wrapped her fingers around his hardness, stroking slow, deliberate, making him hiss through his teeth.
She pressed her lips to his ear, her whisper hot and dirty. “They’ve waited too long… let’s help them meet.”
He almost lost himself right there, his hips jerking into her touch, his hand moving faster between her thighs, fingers circling her swollen nub, sliding inside her, stretching her, making her cry out.
Their hands worked in rhythm, stroking, teasing, pushing each other closer to the edge. Every gasp, every moan filled the room, bodies twisting in desperate need, both undone by the thought of finally joining.
by WordWeaver & WebWeaver September 17, 2025
Get the Part 9 — Just Usmug.