Sanctum - Chapter 2
Date: 8/6/2024,
Categories:
Novels,
Author: Boerki
... cunt pulse and flutter, drenching my hand in her sweet arousal.
Her ass tightens around my tongue, the puckered hole clenches, adding another layer to her pleasure. Each flick of my tongue sends another jolt of ecstasy coursing through her, pushing her higher and higher.
The room is filled with the raw, carnal sounds of her pleasure. The wet squelching of my fingers pumping into her, the soft lapping of my tongue against her, the ragged gasps and moans escaping her lips - it's a symphony of raw, unadulterated pleasure.
Her orgasm seems to last forever, wave after wave of pleasure washing over her, leaving her trembling and gasping for breath. Eventually, the tremors begin to subside, her body slowly calming down from the intense high.
As the waves of her climax ebb, she collapses onto the couch, her body limp and sated. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, her chest heaving as she tries to regain her composure. The room is silent except for the sound of her laboured breathing, the afterglow of her orgasm still evident in the air.
In the aftermath, I gently pull out my fingers, the slickness of her arousal coating them. I press a soft kiss to the small of her back, a silent promise of more to come. As I watch her, spent and sated, I can't help but marvel at the beauty of her surrender, the rawness of her pleasure. It's a sight that I will never tire of.
Rising to my knees behind her, I am spent but not satisfied. My cock, pulsating with primal need, nudges ...
... against the slick folds of her pussy. The heat radiating from her core starkly contrasts the cool air—a beacon calling me home. She is still trembling, her body pulsating from the aftermath of her orgasm. The energy that had once fueled her resistance has been replaced by a languid satisfaction, leaving her pliant and open.
I adjust my position, aligning myself perfectly with her entrance. She is a vision of surrender—her bound form on display, her ass raised in the air, her wet, glistening pussy inviting me. Her state, spent and yet brimming with a subtle anticipation, fuels my desire.
Without rush, I guide my throbbing cock to her entrance, the tip prodding her folds. The sensation of her warmth encasing me even before I've entered her is intoxicating. I linger at her threshold, savouring the anticipation, the promise of what's to come. The moment of penetration is a sweet agony—a blend of pleasure and anticipation that sends my senses into a whirl. I push forward, the head of my cock parting her folds, sliding into her inviting warmth. She is tight, wet, hot—her walls stretching to accommodate me, her natural response to my intrusion.
I press further, her entrance giving way to the velvety softness of her inner walls. Her body welcomes me, her pussy enveloping me in a snug, wet embrace that sends a shudder of pleasure through me. As I sink deeper into her, a groan rumbles through me, the pleasure raw and unfiltered.
Inch by tantalizing inch, I slide into her, ...