Page 71 of Forced Innocent Bratva Bride

She reclined into the headrest, her back leaning on it with legs spread wide apart.

Effortlessly, I kicked my shoes off with a quick foot flick and mounted the bed, kneeling in front of her. I leaned forward and kissed her, lips accepting her stuck-out tongue. My cockgrew harder in my pants as the intensity of our kiss increased by the second.

Her hands flew to my waist, fingers unbuckling my belt. Once done, she pulled it off and tossed it away, her focus switching to my zipper. She unbuttoned my pants, and the zipper yanked open, causing the cloth to sag loosely around my waist.

Lorena dipped her hands in my boxers and withdrew my cock, stroking the length with expert precision.

A shiver traveled down my spine as she played with my cap and the pre-cum I'd released. With that sensation coursing through me, I devoured her lips, claiming and reclaiming them in the heat of passion.

Breaking the fervent kiss that had us glued, I kissed the nape of her neck, through to her chest, her swollen belly, and then down between her legs. She adjusted in bed as I slid under the loose hem of her bogus flowered gown.

Lorena let out a soft moan, her fingertips straining to press my head further in as if seeking a deeper connection. With her protruding stomach, there were more than a few things she was limited to doing. Like freely moving her body or easily bending over to press my head in that position. Her stomach was too heavy to allow that.

Nevertheless, these limitations didn't stop the flow of passion, nor did it quench my desire and longing for her.

My fingers grasped the waistband of her underpants, and I yanked them off her, revealing her perfectly molded mound. I swallowed, licking my lips as I savored the endearing sight before me.

Glistening with desire, her petals shone like morning dew, her moist, rose-tinted lips inviting me to explore. I shot a quick glance at her face, catching a glimpse of the anticipationetched in her gaze. Her chest heaved slowly as she waited to feel the chill of my tongue on her pussy.

My index finger caressed her swollen clit with a slow, deliberate motion. Seconds later, I slid it down her entrance, feeling her wetness beneath my skin. Her silent moans were music to my ears, fueling my desire.

I could feel her body relaxing, surrendering to my touch. Her stress, anxiety, and tension dissipated gradually as she gave in to pleasure.

I breathed in the enticing scent of her arousal, my index finger pushing through her wetness.

“Fuck…” she groaned, dragging out the word, her tone sweet and laced with longing.

Her juice coated my finger as I gently finger-fucked her, my movement fluid, in…and out. My mouth claimed her clit as her body twirled beneath me in response to my dual action on her pussy.

My teeth grazed over her clit, my tongue licking it while simultaneously fingering her entrance.

“Alexei…. oh, Alexei…” she said, her fingers squeezing against the sheets.

I ate her up, taking her pussy in my mouth, her juice smearing over my lips as I relentlessly sucked her.

She moaned my name, her legs trembling, hands pulling on the sheets. “Please, don't stop. I think I'm gonna cum,” she announced, her voice faint and overwhelmed with pleasure.

Nice. Just what I wanted.

I ate her up even more, my tongue pushing deeper into her pussy, my thumb rapidly rubbing her clit. I sucked the juice off her glistening petals, my middle finger gliding into the entrance.

“Oh, my God, yes!” she cried out, her voice dripping with desire. Her body stiffened, legs shuddering in ecstasy.

But I wouldn't stop. I continued to eat, to finger, anticipating her release—wanting to taste.

“Fuck, I'm cumming!” she announced, her voice deep and husky, her legs shaking more intensely.

In an instant, her body surrendered, unleashing a torrent of desire as she let go. Her release was a cry of pleasure, her passion overflowing, bathing me in warmth. Lorena's climax was a flood that washed me away, her fluid splashing against my face.

I rushed back at her warm pussy, eating her up regardless of the flood she'd unleashed. She tasted really good, and her moans, together with her trembling body, hinted at how much pleasure was coursing through her.

I loved it!

As her tension eased off, her grip loosened around the sheets, and her muscles relaxed, her chest heaving with rapid breaths.

I raised my head, wiping her juice off my mouth, my gaze sweeping across her spent form. She jerked her head up and locked eyes with me, her smile broadening, her skin glowing in the lights.

Lying beside her, I kissed her forehead, then her lips as she adjusted to mirror my face. She placed her palm on my cheek and flashed a genuine smile. “Thank you,” she whispered.

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