This ancient wisdom hasn’t changed since the first male crashed into a female.
“Still, baby. Stay still...” he murmurs, his voice lined with heavy lust.
The panties stretch some more before he rips them off.
A cold metallic sound reverberates around the room as the blade hits the floor. He grabs my mound again, his rough fingers pinching my clit.
“You better enter me now,” I demand.
He laughs at my request.
“Nah.”
My curse fades quickly, turning into a moan as he pulls away slightly, curls his fingers, and slides them into me from behind. One and two at first and then three, stretching me.
“You’re so fucking wet...” he says, beads of sticky wetness trickling down my thighs.
His free hand kneads my breasts, one at a time, his mouth drawing wet paths down my neck.
“Moan for me, darling.”
He presses his weight into me, and I groan with pleasure.
“Mmm... I love when you do that,” he says, threading his fingers through my hair.
He pulls my locks, making me turn my face to him.
His teeth sparkle in the dimness, gleaming between lush, curled lips.
His mouth comes closer, his tongue sweeping over my lips.
“Moan, if you want me to fuck you,” he says.
I breathe out a moan.
“That’s fucking good,” he says, releasing my hair.
I hear his zipper going down and the whisper of ripped foil.
He pushes his knee between my legs, kicks them open, and drives his cock into me, the long upward motion filling me to the brim.
I groan and jerk, crushed against the wall.
He pushes his fingers between my lips, the scent and taste of my arousal rolling over my tongue.
The pleasurable sensation rises again, shutting down my mind and making me feel good. The surge comes strong. He thrusts his fingers into my mouth, and I start sucking on them, craving the real thing.
He slams harder, his breaths coming fast, burning my face.
“You fucking love it,” he mumbles as I clench around his cock.
His fingers fuck my mouth as his free hand locks around my neck, holding me against his body.
I almost gag as he tips me over the edge, the orgasm racing through me, breaking me into a million pieces.
Without waiting a moment longer, he clasps his hands on my hips and pounds me relentlessly, a wild roar spinning in his chest.
“Fucking hell, Senna.”