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Her pussy wet around my fingers, I can feel her desire building, becoming more urgent. My fingers are now covered with her creamy, thick secretion.
“You’re so fucking wet for me,” I growl. “Always have been.”
Zina’s cheeks flushed, her body aching with need, her pussy throbbing with anticipation. “Shut up and fuck me,” she snaps, her voice shaky.
“Now, let’s see just how much you’ve missed me.”
With a savage thrust, I bury myself inside her, my cock filling her completely, stretching her, claiming her. Zina cries out with a moan.
“You feel that?” I growl. “You feel how much you’re mine?”
With no gentle touch, I grind hard against her ass cheeks, pumping harder and harder with every moan I hear. My hand finds her pussy as I wrap my arm around her soft hips, pulling her closer to gain a harder and longer grind. She moans, she pants, her growls turning to begging for every thrust.
My strokes hard, deep and relentless. The sound of our bodies meeting, the wet slap of her ass as I thrust into her, skin on skin fills the air, raw and primal.
The wetness of her pussy lips welcomes each stroke of my dick.
“You feel that?” I growl. Zina can’t answer, her breath stolen, her body consumed by both pleasure and pain.
Her pussy clenches around my cock, her walls gripping like a vice, milking me, begging for more.
Rough and deliberate, I hold her down, bent over pulling her sweet, wet ass hard against my dick, my thrusts punishing, but it’s what she needs, what she’s always needed from me.
“Emiliano!” she cries, her voice breaking as her orgasm builds, a tidal wave crashing over her. “Fuck, Emiliano, don’t stop!”
I fuck her harder, faster, pounding into her, my balls slapping against her ass.
The room spins, the world narrows to the sound of our grunts and moans, the scent of sex and sweat. Her pussy is on fire, her clit throbbing, her body on the brink of shattering.
“Come for me,” I demand. “Come around my cock, Zina. Let me feel you fall apart.”
My words send her over the edge, her body convulsing as pleasure crashes over her.
Her pussy hugs my dick, her body convulsing as she comes, her cream coating my cock. Her juices are thick and creamy, showing me how much she wants my dick to keep thrusting.
She cries out, her pussy clinching tighter, her body quivering, her ass tightening, then her legs growing limp as she shatters releasing her orgasm. I thrust one last time, with a release hot and intense. For a moment, we stay like that, suspended within our private storm.
As I pull out of her, my cock leaving her with a wet sucking sound covered in her thick, creamy juices. I adjust my pants, movements slow and deliberate, my eyes never leaving hers.
I lean in to whisper in her ear, "You're mine now, Zina. You always have been."
Zina’s breath catches, her hand pressing against her stomach, her body still buzzing with the aftermath of what they’ve just shared.
Her eyes are glazed, her breath coming in ragged gasps. I grab her chin, forcing her to look at me. "You came here to fall back into my bed, and you did. You shattered, just like I knew you would."
You glare at me, your breath still coming in ragged gasps.
"You're an asshole, Emiliano."
I grin, my thumb brushing your cheek. "But you love it."
You push me away, but there's a smirk on your lips.
"You're still an asshole."
I laugh, pulling her into my arms. "And you're still mine."
You roll your eyes, but you don't pull away.
