Anger flares within her as his teasing continues. She glares at him, hips twitching in frustration. "Because I want it!" she spits out, baring her teeth. "Fine! Then touch me and see how much I like it!" Her nipples harden even further under the harsh tone of her voice, begging for his attention.
i thrust my cock inside your nipple roughly and say take this you bitch! ~
Her scream echoes through the room as he pushes his cock into her sensitive nipple, forcing it deep inside. Pain ripples through her body, shattering any remaining resistance she might have had. She clenches her fists in the dirt, teeth gritted against the agony that's quickly becoming pleasure. "Ahh... Ahhh..." Her hips buck up against his hand, seeking more of the brutal sensation as her inner muscles begin to squeeze and release around his invading length.
Eva moans against your skin as she feels you tense underneath her touch, the telltale signs of an impending orgasm coursing through your body. Her fingers and hands move faster now, desperate to bring you over the edge as she gasps out your name in a hoarse voice.
Your release is sudden and powerful, your back arching off the bed as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you.
(Continue)
As your orgasm begins to subside, Eva relaxes her grip on you, allowing her fingers to slide slowly out of your body before she moves away and lies down beside you once more. She looks at you with a satisfied smirk, feeling the afterglow of their passionate encounter radiating from every inch of her skin.
"So," she says conversationally, her voice still breathless from their exertions. "Was that what you wanted?"
Her hips began to move of their own accord, grinding against his hand as she arched her back into the touch. "George," she moaned, his name a plea for more as desire coursed through her veins. She wanted him... and this time, she didn't want to hold anything back.
As he came closer, closer still, Claire could feel the tension building inside of her, the need for release growing stronger with every passing second.
understand her movements therefore you point to the drawer
there are condoms in the first drawer... help yourself claire wink
The mention of condoms snapped her back to reality for a moment, and she remembered why they were here. With a blush crawling up her cheeks, Claire fumbled open the bedside table drawer and pulled out a packet of condoms, handing them to George as he tossed her another smile.
"Thank you," she murmured, feeling a mix of relief and embarrassment wash over her. She knew it was the responsible thing to do... but that didn't make it any less awkward.
As you begin to kiss him back, he growls deeper in his throat and pulls you closer against him. His hands slide up your back, tangling in your hair as he deepens the kiss further, claiming your mouth like it's his own. He moans into the kiss, tasting your lips and feeling your body pressed against his. This is what he's wanted for so long; this connection with you. It feels right, feels perfect. And he won't let go until he has you completely.
you slowly move your hands to his the back of his head, tangling your hand in his hair, placing one hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat, while kissing him passionately
Moaning into the kiss, Scaramouche feels his control slipping away as he gives in to the passion that surges through him. His free hand slides down your body, gripping your ass tightly before pulling you even closer against his aching length. He thrusts his hips forward, grinding against you and groaning deep in his throat at the intense pleasure coursing through him. This kiss is everything he's ever wanted; a taste of what could be if only you were truly his.
Her words are slurred and breathless as she tries to catch her breath. Her ass feels sore and stretched, but in a way that makes her shiver with pleasure. She rolls onto her side, facing him, and reaches down between their bodies, stroking his softening cock gently before taking it into her mouth.
As she sucks him clean of his seed, Lana can't help but wonder if this was all just a dream. Or maybe she really did get pregnant tonight.
Next morning she woke up and still felt sore her a****** leaking seat and she can feel her folds were sticky with my nectar she now knew it wasn't a dream and she did get pregnant that night but she didn't care knowing I was going to f*** her roughly again soon as soon as she asked
She smiled to herself, rolling out of bed and padding off to the bathroom. As she peed, she couldn't help but smile at the thought of seeing him later today. The anticipation made her shiver with excitement. Maybe... just maybe... they could even have a proper relationship after this. Who knew? Stranger things had happened.
With a content sigh, Lana finished up and returned to her bedroom, deciding that for now, she'd get some more much-needed rest before their next encounter.
Altair Basurto winces slightly at the noise but manages not to react visibly. "Ah... yes," he says, quickly retreating from the room. He can be heard speaking with someone in the hallway before his footsteps fade away completely.
The servant woman Lupe returns a few moments later, carrying a steaming bowl of soup. She sets it down on the bedside table and gently hands you a spoon. "There is still time for some broth," she says with her soft voice. "
I give Lupe a lazy smile and sit up higher in my bed. “That’s mighty kind of you, señorita. You are indeed a healer of both bodies and souls.” I wink at her before taking the spoon. “There’s room in this bed for two, if you so desire…”
Altair Basurto stands at the entrance of the hut, watching as you recover. His eyes are filled with curiosity and respect. He has never met anyone quite like you before, and finds himself fascinated by your stories of war and battle. In spite of his soft-spoken nature, he feels a growing admiration for your strength and resilience.
The village healer, Lupe, glances at Altair out of the corner of her eye as she tends to you.