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Chapter 800 Pony · Oct 12, 2026

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751 Chapter 751 Profile 2026-10-12
752 Chapter 752 Loading 2026-10-12
753 Chapter 753 Table 2026-10-12
754 Chapter 754 Rust 2026-10-12
755 Chapter 755 Sky 2026-10-12
756 Chapter 756 Ocean 2026-10-12
757 Chapter 757 Goat 2026-10-12
758 Chapter 758 Undead 2026-10-12
759 Chapter 759 Holiday 2026-10-12
760 Chapter 760 Cabinet 2026-10-12
761 Chapter 761 Field 2026-10-12
762 Chapter 762 Commercial 2026-10-12
763 Chapter 763 Margin 2026-10-12
764 Chapter 764 Autumn 2026-10-12
765 Chapter 765 Cicada 2026-10-12
766 Chapter 766 Space 2026-10-12
767 Chapter 767 Dream 2026-10-12
768 Chapter 768 Casino 2026-10-12
769 Chapter 769 Exile 2026-10-12
770 Chapter 770 Call 2026-10-12
771 Chapter 771 Newbie 2026-10-12
772 Chapter 772 Glimpse 2026-10-12
773 Chapter 773 Whistle 2026-10-12
774 Chapter 774 Supplies 2026-10-12
775 Chapter 775 Farm 2026-10-12
776 Chapter 776 Dream 2026-10-12
777 Chapter 777 Fantastic 2026-10-12
778 Chapter 778 Fossil 2026-10-12
779 Chapter 779 Suitcase 2026-10-12
780 Chapter 780 Scanner 2026-10-12
781 Chapter 781 Fanny 2026-10-12
782 Chapter 782 Soldier 2026-10-12
783 Chapter 783 Verify 2026-10-12
784 Chapter 784 South 2026-10-12
785 Chapter 785 Island 2026-10-12
786 Chapter 786 Collection 2026-10-12
787 Chapter 787 Charity 2026-10-12
788 Chapter 788 Science 2026-10-12
789 Chapter 789 Secret 2026-10-12
790 Chapter 790 Peanut 2026-10-12
791 Chapter 791 Default 2026-10-12
792 Chapter 792 Inspiration 2026-10-12
793 Chapter 793 Quest 2026-10-12
794 Chapter 794 Perfect 2026-10-12
795 Chapter 795 Celebration 2026-10-12
796 Chapter 796 Angle 2026-10-12
797 Chapter 797 Audience 2026-10-12
798 Chapter 798 Wednesday 2026-10-12
799 Chapter 799 Recipe 2026-10-12
800 Chapter 800 Pony 2026-10-12

Chapter 800: Chapter 800 Pony

Cara’s lips still tingled. Her heart felt like it had lost all rhythm.

For a second, no one knew what to do.

But Ross didn’t stop.

With steady hands, he gently but decisively guided Cara toward the bed.

She stumbled slightly on the soft carpet but didn’t resist.

Her back met the mattress with a soft thud, and she found herself lying flat, the weight of anticipation settling deep in her chest.

Ross moved with deliberate slowness, peeling off his shirt.

The dim set lights revealed a broad, sculpted chest, every muscle defined beneath his smooth skin. Cara’s breath hitched involuntarily.

The sight of him like this—vulnerable yet powerful—made her pulse quicken.

Before she could lose herself in the moment, Ross lowered his massive frame over her, his body warming hers instantly.

His weight was firm but careful, as if he wanted to hold her without overwhelming her.

Cara’s summer dress was light and flowing, the kind that caught every hint of a breeze, but it did little to hide the softness beneath.

Ross’s hands moved to her sides, feeling the delicate curves of her waist and the gentle rise of her chest pressed against his own.

Her breasts were crushed tenderly against him, warmth radiating between them, their rhythm syncing in the quiet stillness.

His lips found hers again, this kiss deeper and more demanding than before—slow and insistent, leaving no room for hesitation.

Then suddenly, Cara’s eyes shot open, a startled gasp escaping her lips.

”Hmmmph!” she breathed sharply.

She felt something unexpected—something long, thick, and unmistakably hard—pressed firmly against her lower abdomen.

Even through the thin fabric of his swimming shorts, the presence was undeniable, impossible to ignore.

Her heart hammered wildly as a rush of heat flooded her.

The unmistakable outline of Ross’s arousal pressed against her most sensitive area, teasing and tantalizing.

The warmth sent a thrilling shiver coursing through her body.

Cara’s mind spun. This was new. Scary. Exciting. Confusing.

Her hands twitched at her sides, unsure whether to push him away or pull him closer.

She could feel the strength of his body above her—the solid heat of his chest, the steady beat of his heart beneath her cheek.

His breath mingled with hers in the close space between them.

Her skin tingled with anticipation, every nerve alive and buzzing.

And yet, amid the rush of sensation, a whisper of doubt flickered through her thoughts.

Is this really happening?

Am I ready for this?

What happens after?

Ross’s lips brushed hers once more, softer this time, as if sensing her hesitation.

His voice was low, almost a whisper.

”Are you alright?”

Cara’s breath hitched again. She nodded, even though uncertainty still lingered.

Her eyes searched his, looking for reassurance, for patience, for some sign that he would wait for her—wait for her to choose.

The room seemed to hold its breath alongside her.

Cara said nothing, only nodded softly in response.

That subtle, almost silent signal was all Ross needed.

He leaned in slowly, his lips brushing against hers with a tenderness that made her heart skip.

The kiss began gentle—slow and deliberate—as if he wanted to memorize the feel of her lips, the way they softened beneath his.

But then, almost imperceptibly at first, the kiss deepened.

Ross’s lips parted, and their breaths mingled as the pressure between them grew stronger, more urgent.

Their mouths moved in a heated dance, exchanging soft sighs and gentle sighs, a rush of warmth flooding Cara’s body.

The exchange of saliva added a layer of raw, undeniable intensity that made the moment electric, sending waves of shivers down her spine.

Even in this whirlwind of sensation, Ross’s hands remained respectful.

They found their way to the sides of Cara’s waist first, then slowly, carefully, they moved upward to her chest.

His fingers brushed over the soft fabric of her summer dress, gently fondling her breasts without crossing any lines.

It was clear he was committed to the scene’s romantic tone—nothing explicit, nothing rushed. Just the simmering chemistry that made hearts race.

As their kiss continued, Ross’s hand reached for a nearby blanket and drew it over them, cocooning their bodies beneath its soft warmth.

The fabric muffled any subtle sounds, making their connection feel private and intimate, even as cameras continued to roll.

For the next two minutes, time seemed to slow.

They kissed like it was the only thing that mattered—the outside world fading away, replaced by the quiet hum of shared breaths and racing pulses.

Their lips moved with a fluidity that spoke of growing trust, their bodies pressing closer under the blanket, warmth radiating between them.

Finally, Ross broke the kiss gently, resting his forehead against Cara’s as he gazed into her eyes with a softness that took her breath away.

His voice was low, steady, and full of something deeper than the script required.

”Are you ready?” he asked, searching her face for the answer.

Cara’s heart pounded loudly in her chest.

The question hung between them—heavy with promise, with uncertainty, with the weight of what might come next.

She took a deep breath, feeling the heat from his body against hers, and for a moment, the entire world fell away.

”Yes. Please... be gentle,” Cara whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of anticipation, nervousness, and something deeper she didn’t quite understand.

Ross met her gaze, a flicker of tenderness softening the usually confident glint in his eyes.

Without breaking eye contact, he slowly adjusted his position and began to move—his thrusts deliberate and measured at first, as if testing the boundaries between performance and something more real.

”Ahhhhhh...”

A breathy moan slipped from Cara’s lips, unexpected and real.

Her face flushed deeply, beads of sweat forming at her hairline, glistening under the soft studio lights.

The exertion, the tension—it all felt so vivid, so immediate.

Her heart hammered in her chest, and every nerve in her body seemed alive.

Their movements became a fluid rhythm, almost hypnotic.

They were acting, yes—she wore her panties, and Ross still had on his boxers and swimming shorts.

But the physical closeness, the warmth of his body pressing against hers, the steady pressure of his hardness against her covered pink cunt—it all felt real.

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