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He moved upward, brushing soft kisses along her jawline, then to her cheek, then the corner of her eye where the faint redness from her earlier worry still lingered.

Each kiss was slow, gentle and almost worshipful.

Zeyra’s breathing grew shallower with every touch. Her free hand came up to rest on the back of his neck, fingers threading gently into his damp hair. She tilted her head slightly, offering him more access, her eyes half-closed in bliss.

When Sol finally reached her lips, he paused.

Their faces were so close that their breaths mingled. For a heartbeat, time seemed to slow. This was gonna be their first kiss…born purely from desire and the slow-burning tension that had been building between them for days.

He brushed his lips against hers softly.

Once.

Twice.

Thrice.

A tender, testing touch.

Zeyra let out a tiny, needy sound and leaned in, pressing closer.

Sol deepened the kiss gradually, still keeping it gentle at first… lips moving slowly, savoring the plush softness of her mouth, the faint sweetness of her taste.

Then the hunger took over.

The kiss grew deeper, hotter. His tongue finally slipped past her lips, seeking hers with possessive need.

Zeyra whimpered beautifully into his mouth, the sound vibrating against his tongue as she melted against him.

Her free hand clutched desperately at his wet shoulder, nails digging lightly into his skin as if afraid he might disappear.

While she continued stroking his massive cock beneath the water with long, devoted movements, Sol’s hands grew bolder.

He kneaded her breasts firmly through the thin fabric of her undergarment, his large palms completely covering them.

His thumbs found her hardened nipples and pinched them gently, then with slightly more pressure… just hard enough to make her gasp sharply into the kiss.

One of his hands slid down her back, tracing her spine before gripping her ass possessively. He pulled her even tighter against the rim of the tub, angling her body so she could grind her aching pussy against the smooth wooden edge while her hand continued pleasuring him.

The friction was driving her crazy.

Zeyra moaned loudly into his mouth, her hips rolling instinctively, seeking more pressure.

The soaked fabric between her thighs rubbed deliciously against her swollen clit with every movement, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her body.

Even without teaching her anything, she seemed natural in this, as she stroked him faster now, both hands working his thick, throbbing cock with increasing desperation.. twisting gently at the head, squeezing the base, feeling him pulse powerfully in her grip.

Sol groaned deeply into the kiss, the sound vibrating through both of them.

He broke the kiss for just a moment, only to latch onto the side of her neck again, sucking harder this time, leaving a faint mark as his teeth grazed her sensitive skin.

“You’re so wet, I can even feel it through your clothes,” he rasped against her ear, voice dark with lust. His hand between her thighs pressed more firmly, rubbing her through the fabric in tight, relentless circles. “Grinding against the tub like that… are you imagining it’s me?”

Zeyra nodded frantically, before shaking her head in denial, too overwhelmed to speak properly. Her hand tightened around his cock as another wave of pleasure made her thighs tremble.

Seeing her such a cute side, Sol couldn’t help chuckle, he didn’t expect her to have such a cute side.

“Sol… aaagh…” on the other hand, Zeyra whimpered, grinding harder against his fingers and the wooden edge. “What is happening? It feels so good… I want more of you…”

Hearing this, he kissed her lips again, who could endure such a hot and fragile side of a girl.

Their kissing turned sloppy and passionate. Tongues tangled wildly. Breaths came in hot, desperate pants between kisses.

Sol’s hands roamed everywhere he could reach… squeezing her ass, kneading her breasts, teasing her nipples until they were stiff and sensitive, then sliding back down to rub her soaked puusy with growing intensity.

Zeyra’s strokes on his cock had become almost frantic. She used both hands now, pumping him with long, firm movements while occasionally brushing her thumb over the sensitive head. The heat and thickness of him in her hands only made her wetter.

The room was filled with the wet sounds of their kissing, her soft desperate moans, and the rhythmic splash of water as her arms moved beneath the surface.

The air felt thick, overflowing with raw sexual energy.

Sweat had begun to bead on Zeyra’s forehead despite the cool water, and Sol’s muscular body radiated heat like a furnace.

They were both burning hotter with every passing second. The foreplay had become intense… almost overwhelming… pushing them right to the very edge of control.

Zeyra’s soft, desperate whimpers filled the room as Sol continued his slow, devastating assault on her senses. His mouth claimed hers again in a deep, consuming kiss… no longer gentle, but filled with raw hunger.

Their tongues danced passionately, tasting each other with growing urgency. Every time she tried to pull back for air, he chased her lips, refusing to let the connection break for long.

His hand between her thighs never stopped moving.

He rubbed her soaked core through the thin fabric with firm, relentless strokes, occasionally pressing two thick fingers against her entrance, teasing her with the promise of more without ever pushing inside.

The wet cloth created delicious friction against her swollen clit, making her hips jerk uncontrollably against his hand.

“Sol… ahh—” she moaned brokenly into his mouth, her voice trembling.

He pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling hotly.

“Look into my eyes,” he commanded softly.

Zeyra obeyed, her dark eyes glazed with lust, cheeks flushed a deep crimson. Her hand continued stroking his massive cock beneath the water… slow, loving, worshipful movements that made his abs tighten with every glide.

“You’re so beautiful when you’re like this,” Sol murmured, voice thick with desire. He kissed the tip of her nose, then her cheek, then slowly moved down to her jaw. “All flushed and needy… grinding against my hand like you can’t get enough.”

Zeyra let out a shy, embarrassed sound, but her hips rolled harder against his palm, betraying her completely.