I relished the sensation of her warm, vulnerable mouth, her slick lips moving with practiced finesse, before slowly withdrawing my length. "Let's get to the main course," I said in a deep, commanding voice as I eased her upright. She gazed up at me, her hazy, watering eyes overflowing with a mixture of anticipation and unrestrained lust.

"Let's do something interesting this time," I continued, my tone laced with playful intent. "I'm feeling a little tired, you know," I added, feigning exhaustion as her expression shifted to one of curiosity.

"So am I," she replied, her voice hoarse and raw, a tangible sign of the assault her throat had endured.

"Yes, yes you are. I remember," I murmured, leaning in closer, savoring the subtle tremor that ran through her body as she held my gaze.

"But you love to exercise," I teased, my hand beginning its slow exploration of her toned stomach. My fingertips brushed over the taut contours of her abs, tracing her sharp, elegant curves. Her breath hitched, a sharp inhale betraying the effect of my touch.

"And," I said, reclining against the plush sofa cushions, resting my head on interlocked hands as my silver hair fanned out beneath me, "I am granting you my essence, so you can recuperate." My hand found hers, guiding her to stand, her movements tentative but obedient. I positioned her carefully, placing each of her knees beside mine as she straddled me, her heat palpable even through the remaining fabric between us.

Curiosity began to cut through the heady fog of arousal clouding her soft green eyes, her gaze locking with mine, searching for answers.

"I will do nothing now," I said, my voice steady and deliberate, the statement making her blink, her confusion evident.

"What do you mean by that?" she asked, her tone breathless but laced with genuine intrigue.

"What I mean," I murmured, my hand sliding purposefully between her thighs, fingers brushing against the drenched fabric, the heat and slickness unmistakable. Her shorts, already torn, revealed just enough to tantalize. Slowly, deliberately, I traced the ragged hole, my fingertips catching on the edges of the frayed material. With measured force, I stretched the fabric, the sound of it tearing further punctuating the silence, a wet, delicious noise that seemed to echo in the room.

"You're going for a ride today," I added, my voice dropping lower, each word deliberate.

By the time I withdrew my hand, her green shorts hung in tatters, the large, damp tear exposing the glistening, swollen folds beneath. Her arousal was undeniable, the slickness catching the light, amplifying the raw intimacy of the moment.

"Now, enough talking," I said, sliding my hands beneath her, the curve of her firm, round buttocks fitting perfectly in my palms. With an effortless motion, I lifted her slightly, the movement eliciting a soft gasp as I made her stand upright before me.

"Let's get the ride started," I said, guiding her forward until she hovered above me, her legs trembling slightly in anticipation. My girthy length stood tall, the silver-specked veins running along its surface pulsing visibly. The slick head, glistening with a mix of her saliva and my precum, pressed against the drenched fabric of her ruined shorts. The contact alone sent another wave of heat surging through us both, a fresh bead of precum escaping and mingling with her saliva covering my length.

Her body tensed slightly, the torn shorts teasingly catching against the sensitive, swollen head of my cock. The wet friction sent jolts of electricity through me, the sensations only heightening the tension building between us.

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"Slowly lower yourself," I said, my voice firm but soothing as her green eyes flicked up to meet mine, her puffy and warm lips hovering over my length. The tension in the air was palpable, her hesitation mingling with anticipation. "Trust me, it will feel good," I reassured her, guiding her hips with deliberate care. The swollen head of my cock brushed against her slick, inviting folds, eliciting a sharp intake of breath.

"Go on, do it," I urged, my voice deep and steady. Her knees trembled as she bent them slightly, her body sinking down with agonizing slowness. My head pressed against her entrance, the warmth and wetness of her parted lips teasing me as she inched lower and I felt her slick warmth enveloped the throbbing. Her body paused instinctively, adjusting to the intrusion, her trembling thighs betraying her uncertainty.

"You’re doing so well," I murmured, my hands steady on her waist. "Just let it happen—you’ll enjoy it." She nodded faintly, her breath hitching as she surrendered to the moment. Gradually, she sank further, the tight, slick heat of her enveloping me inch by inch. Her body tensed around me, her juices easing the way as her folds stretched to accommodate my length.

When half of me was buried inside her, she stopped, her breath shallow as her walls pulsed against me. Her vulnerability, the delicate tremor in her thighs, only fueled the fire within me. Slowly, she pushed lower, her slick folds yielding until I was fully sheathed inside her. Her warmth and tightness engulfed me, her walls convulsing as her trembling body flush with pleasure.

Her knees buckled as she whimpered, the sound raw and needy, but instead of pulling away, she began to move instinctively. Her hips rolled in slow, deliberate circles, grinding herself against me. Each motion sent waves of heat and pleasure through us both, her juices dripping down my length, pooling beneath us. Her green eyes glistened with unshed tears, the raw tears spilling over as she lost herself in the rhythm. The tears mixed with her saliva as they flowed down, falling on her tight green bra. Wet patches appearing on stretched fabric.

Her pace quickened, her grinding becoming more urgent, the friction maddening as her body adjusted to the fullness inside her. Her green bra, damp with sweat and tears, clung to her heaving chest, accentuating the way her pert breasts moved with each motion. The sight was intoxicating, and I couldn’t resist the urge to tear the fabric away, leaving her bare and exposed. Her flushed skin glistened, her nipples hardened and begging for attention.

"Stop grinding," I growled, my voice thick with need. "Start moving,"I added as I felt a pleasurable ache weighing in my balls, the release eminent. She froze for a moment, her glazed eyes locking with mine, before she rose slightly, her walls clenching around me as my length slid partially out. She sank back down, her voice breaking into a guttural cry. "Ahhh," she moaned, her head falling back as her tears spilled freely, her expression a mix of pain and ecstasy.

Despite the raw intensity of her moan, she didn’t stop. Her movements grew faster, her body finding a rhythm as she rode me with increasing abandon. The wet, rhythmic sound of our joining filled the room, her juices coating my length as they spilled down my thighs. Her breasts bounced with each motion, her green eyes wide and unfocused, consumed by the overwhelming sensations coursing through her.

I reached up, cupping her swaying breasts, my thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples before rolling them between my fingers. She gasped, her back arching as I twisted gently, drawing a sharp cry from her lips. Her body convulsed suddenly, her walls clamping down on me as her release overtook her. Her essence gushed in waves, coating me in her climax as she shuddered in my arms.

The intensity of her orgasm pushed me to the brink. My restraint shattered, and I felt the pleasure travelling form my balls to my length and with a deep groan, I released inside her. My warmth spilled into her, painting her clenching and convulsing folds white,

Filling her completely as her trembling form collapsed onto my chest. Her breath was ragged, her tears and sweat mingling as they streaked her flushed face. Her body quivered against me, her walls still fluttering around my length, the juices falling down my balls, staining the sofa below prolonging the exquisite sensation.

"You did so well," I whispered, stroking her damp hair, my other hand tracing soothing circles on her back. "Rest now," I murmured as her heavy-lidded eyes fluttered closed, the lingering haze of pleasure softening her features. Her body lay limp and sated against mine, my length still buried inside her, as my essence filled her insides uncontrollably. The warmth of her release mingled with mine, our bodies intertwined in the afterglow.

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