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He stayed exactly where he was for a while longer, hips rolling in a heavy, grinding rhythm that kept his cock buried deep. Every slow push forced her oversensitive walls to stretch around him all over again.

The wet sound of it was thick and continuous.

Her pussy had gone softer after the first orgasm but it still clung to him like it didn’t want to let go, hot and slippery and twitching every time he bottomed out.

Veylara’s breath kept breaking against the moss.

He could feel how raw she was. Every stroke dragged another unsteady sound out of her. Her fingers had stopped trying to dig into the ground and were just open now, palms flat, as if she had given up on holding onto anything.

Sol kept the pace deliberate and deep, watching the way her lower back flexed, watching the wet shine of his cock every time he pulled back before driving in again.

Only when the need for a different angle became impossible to ignore did he finally move.

He pulled out of her with a long, filthy drag that made her hips twitch.

A broken noise left her throat at the sudden emptiness. Sol didn’t speak. He simply turned her onto her stomach, dragged her hips up until her chest was pressed to the moss and her ass was raised, and pushed back into her from behind in one slow, heavy thrust that didn’t stop until he was fully seated.

The new depth dragged a raw sound out of her.

He stayed locked there for several heartbeats, feeling the way her pussy fluttered and tried to adjust around the thicker stretch of this angle.

Sol grabbed both sides of her hips hard enough to leave marks and started fucking her in earnest, moving again in long, deliberate strokes that let her feel every inch on the way out and every inch on the way back in.

The wet impact of his hips against her ass grew louder with each thrust. As her ass rippled every time his hips crashed against it.

Her pussy made continuous filthy noises around him... squelching, sucking, dripping.

Every time he bottomed out he felt the head of his cock smash against her deepest point and her walls clenched hard in shocked reaction. He reached under her with one hand and started roughly rubbing her clit while he kept slamming in. The combination made her whole body jolt and a higher, almost panicked sound tore out of her throat.

Sol took his time in this position.

Veylara’s sounds changed into higher, more open, almost distressed from how much she was feeling. Her thighs trembled. Her pussy started making wetter, messier noises around his cock as more slick spilled out of her with every stroke.

He fucked her like that until her thighs were shaking and her pussy was fluttering in stronger waves. When she started clenching in that rhythmic, milking way that meant she was getting close again, he pulled out abruptly.

She made a desperate sound at the loss.

But as usual Sol ignored her and this time, rolled onto his back, grabbed her by the waist, and hauled her up until she was straddling him.

He spread her thighs over his hips, before she could even process the change he lined his cock up and yanked her down onto it in one hard drop, burying every thick inch inside her at once.

The angle forced her to take him even deeper. A raw scream left her as she was forced to take the full length in the new angle.

He didn’t let her stay still, after she had adjusted to his cock, he locked both hands on her hips started moving her... lifting her almost all the way off his cock before pulling her back down hard. He didn’t let her think much and used his strength to lift her and slam her back down, forcing her pussy to swallow him to the root on every drop.

The wet, filthy sound of her pussy taking him over and over filled the clearing.

He could feel every ridge of her walls dragging along his shaft, every desperate flutter, every fresh gush of slick that spilled down onto his balls.

He fucked up into her from below at the same time, meeting every downward motion with a strong upward thrust so that she was forced to feel the full length on every stroke. The dual force made her cry out louder.

Her head fell forward. Her hands braced weakly against his chest. Sol kept the pace heavy and controlled, watching the way her body accepted him, watching how completely she was filled each time he pulled her down, chasing the rising tension he could already feel building in her again.

He could feel her second orgasm started building while she was on top of him.

He sat up, wrapped his arms around her, and rolled them so she was underneath him. He hooked her legs high over his shoulders, folding her nearly in half, and drove back down into her with maximum depth.

The mating press let him go deeper than anything before. Every thrust smashed the head of his cock against her deepest point. Veylara’s mouth opened in a continuous broken sound. Her fingers clawed at his forearms.

He pounded her like that without mercy.

The wet impact of their bodies turned almost violent. Her pussy was so wet it made loud, crude noises around his cock on every stroke, but it stayed viciously tight, gripping and fluttering like it still couldn’t believe how thoroughly it was being used.

Sol kept the angle ruthless, forcing her to take the full thick length over and over while her strong thighs trembled against his shoulders.

Her second orgasm started rising hard.

He felt it clearly... the way her inner walls began clenching in stronger, more rhythmic pulses, the living suction returning with even more force than the first time. Her breath broke into high, ragged gasps. Her thighs started jerking.

An overwhelmed sound left her throat as the tension stacked higher with every deep thrust.