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His hand left her breast only long enough to slide down her stomach, fingers finding the swollen nub of her clit. He rubbed firm circles in time with his thrusts.

The combination made her whole body jerk and a higher, more desperate sound ripped out of her. Her hips twitched like she didn’t know whether to push back onto his cock or pull away from the new pressure on her clit.

He kept rubbing, kept fucking, kept licking and biting whatever skin he could reach like he couldn’t stand not having his mouth on her.

Water churned around their legs. Her full tits bounced and swayed under his groping hand from the force of the fucking.

The wet slap of his hips against her ass mixed with the broken noises she kept making and the low hungry sounds coming out of his own chest.

He could feel her inner walls starting to flutter differently... less pure resistance, more chaotic fluttering, more overwhelmed reaction, like her body was losing the fight to stay in control... and he chased that change with harder meaner thrusts while his fingers worked her clit and his mouth stayed greedy on her neck and shoulder.

After a while he needed a different angle again.

Sol pulled out, ignored the involuntary protesting sound she made at the sudden emptiness, hips twitching like her pussy already missed being full. He didn’t give her time to recover and pushed her toward the moss-covered stone at the edge of the deeper water.

He bent her forward over it, chest and cheek pressed down, ass up and open for himFor a second he just looked... at the stretched shiny folds, the dark hole just opened by him, the dark curls cling wet to her skin, the way her usually strong thighs shook. Then he dropped to his knees and put his mouth on her.

He dragged his tongue right up the center of her messy pussy, tasting her arousal, her slickness, then sucked on the swollen folds while she jolted and cried out against the stone.

He pushed his tongue inside her for a few filthy thrusts, fucked her with it, then dragged it up to her clit and sucked hard.

Only when her thighs were shaking, she started making continuous broken sounds and an almost overwhelming amount of fresh wetness coated his chin did he finally stand, line up, and drive his cock back into her in one hard thrust.

Veylara cried out louder against the moss.

Sol grabbed both sides of her hips and started fucking her properly again.

He pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in, over and over, his thick cock forcing her open on every stroke.

The wet sounds were loud and filthy. Her pussy clenched and fluttered around him in continuous waves, still tight enough to make his vision blur, still hot enough that the cold air on his wet cock between thrusts felt stinging.

He watched himself disappear into her again and again, watched the soft cheeks of her ass jiggle with every impact, watched fresh slick coat his cock and drip down her thighs.

One hand stayed on her hip. The other reached under to rub her clit in firm relentless circles while he kept thrusting.

At the same time he leaned over her back and dragged his tongue up the line of her spine, put his mouth on her shoulder and the side of her neck, licking sweat and water off her skin, biting down hard enough to make her clench around him.

He was obsessed with every part of her... the way her strong back flexed, the way her full tits hung and swayed under her, the way her pussy kept trying to milk him even while it was still adjusting to the stretch.

”That’s it,” he growled against her skin, voice rough with pure lust. ”Take it. Let it happen.”

And just as he was fucking, he suddenly felt the change before she understood it.

Her inner walls started clenching in a new rhythm... tighter, more rhythmic, like something alive had woken up inside her and decided it wanted to keep him.

The flutters turned into real pulsing grips. Her thighs started jerking. Her breath went ragged and high.

Sol’s eyes darkened. He knew exactly what was building even if she didn’t.

He stopped holding anything back.

He drove in to the hilt and stayed there, filling her completely, hips locked tight against her ass so every thick inch stayed buried.

One arm wrapped hard around her middle, hugging her back against his chest while she was still bent over the stone. The other hand kept rubbing her clit in firm relentless circles. His mouth found the side of her neck and stayed there, breathing hard against her skin.

”I’ve got you,” he muttered, voice rough. ”Don’t fight it. Just feel it.”

Veylara’s body started shaking harder.

She clearly didn’t understand what was happening.

A confused, almost panicked sound left her throat. Her pussy clamped down in sudden tight waves, like a living thing trying to suck him deeper, trying to pull every drop of him inside and never let go.

The intensity of that rhythmic milking grip was unreal... hot, silky, desperate. Sol’s breath punched out of him. The pleasure was so concentrated, so perfect, that for a second he genuinely wished the moment could last forever.

He wanted to stay locked inside that pulsing virgin cunt while it tried to milk him dry, wanted to feel those strong spasms around his cock until the world ended.

But alas, it didn’t last long, her first orgasm tore through her without warning.

A raw broken cry ripped out of her throat. Her whole body shook against the stone and against the arm he had locked around her.

Her pussy clenched in hard rhythmic spasms, over and over, each one tighter than the last, sucking at his cock like it had a will of its own.

She jerked and trembled, clearly overwhelmed, clearly not understanding why her body was doing this or why the sharp tension had suddenly exploded into something that felt like it was turning her inside out.

But Sol held her through every second of it.

He kept himself buried to the absolute limit, arm tight around her stomach, mouth against her neck, letting her virgin pussy milk him in those intense living pulses while she shook and cried out and came for the first time in her life.