A growl shook Andreas’ chest. Every second he spent pounding on Vlora’s femininity was an excruciating pleasure. It’s like being thirsty and drinking seawater. His thirst did not go away, instead he rebelled even more.
Andreas was even more driven. If the thirst could not be quenched, the only way was to swallow more and more.
More and more intensely. Now sweat was splashing not only on Andreas’ forehead, but all over his body. The same happened to Vlora.
Tight. Look. The sweat that enveloped Andreas and Vlora became the glue that held them together.
It got tighter and tighter. Skin pressed against skin. Breaths were exchanged back and forth. Sighs and moans were heard in tandem.
A beautiful symphony was created. The strings of romance plucked to their proper pitch. All harmonizing in the rhythm and motion of the romance that continued to flow.
“Lift your leg, Vlo. Wrap it around my waist.”
Andreas’ wish was granted in a second. Vlora lifted her legs and wrapped them around Andreas’ waist, not forgetting to lock them together. This was exactly what Andreas wanted.
Andreas got his freedom. Now his masculinity could colonize Vlora’s femininity more easily.
For this reason, one of Andreas’ hands moved. It landed on Vlora’s shoulder and held her as tightly as it could when his thrusts came back with a vengeance.
Vlora gasped, but there was nothing she could do. Both of Andreas’ hands had managed to render her helpless. She was completely immobilized under Andreas’ body and control.
Seconds passed. Vlora’s fixed position and Andreas’ powerful thrusts created inevitable collisions. It caused pain for Vlora, but strangely enough, it was a pain that made her want more.
Endorphins were released. A feeling of excitement rose unbidden. Every cell in Vlora’s body lit up in an unstoppable demand of desire.
As a result, Vlora pulled on Andreas’ body even more. Both of Vlora’s hands held him tightly, not forgetting to squeeze his hair.
Primitive desires took over. Vlora was no longer her usual self. Now she was a woman who wanted everything. She wanted everything that her husband had. Everything Andreas had.
Vlora lifted her hips. She created an opportunity for Andreas to go deeper and faster.
Andreas did not waste the submission. He became more and more excited as his ego was bribed by Vlora. Vlora’s initiative was definitely a very satisfying meal for his masculine instincts.
Passions burned. Tempers flared. The passing time was like oil that burned them even more.
As the flames of lust continued to burn, Andreas did not ignore Vlora’s moans, which turned into whimpers. He also felt a slight pain in his shoulder.
Vlora bit down on Andreas’ shoulder. Her claws dug into his back. She twitched and the impact hit Andreas’ masculinity from the inside.
Jaws hardened; Andreas did not stop for a moment when Vlora had her orgasm. Not even the pain of Vlora’s bite on his shoulder seemed to be felt. He continued to thrust and was also lulled by Vlora’s pleasure.
Andreas felt spoiled. Vlora’s orgasm brought a massage that enveloped his masculinity. Along with the warmth and other sensations he would never be able to describe.
The grip of Vlora’s legs around Andreas’ waist loosened. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself.
Vlora opened her eyes. They were haggard and she could have sworn that she felt exhausted. Truly, being thrust into pleasure twice had obviously drained her energy. She needed time to regain consciousness.
But that did not seem to be what Andreas had in mind. Probably he had his own ideas and decided to touch her again.
Vlora opened her eyes. Her unfocused gaze was still filled with the mist of orgasm and for that Andreas was touching her clitoris? Oh, really!
“I want to make you scream again, darling.”
Vlora swallowed. This time her body was not crawling from stimulation, but from horror.
Andreas could not be serious, could he? Three times? Does that mean Vlora should prepare herself to pass out from pleasure?
Unfortunately, Andreas was serious. The proof was that he started to plant kisses again to rekindle Vlora’s passion.
Even if Vlora wanted to deny it, how could she? It was not only Andreas’ fingers that teased her clitoris now, but Andreas’ wet tongue also seduced her along her neck and earlobes.
“Oh, Reas.”
Vlora did not seem to notice. Her natural reaction awakened Andreas’ primal pride. Didn’t it feel good to see his partner panting helplessly?
So, one more time. Andreas promised it would be the sweetest ending to the day.
It did not take long. The spark Andreas gave her managed to ignite Vlora again and it was time.
Andreas held Vlora’s body. He pressed and pressed until Vlora was completely still.
Now it was time to end all the teasing. Andreas pulled his masculinity out and then pushed it in as hard as he could.
Vlora’s eyes widened. It felt as if her life was being ripped out of her body. Her soul could be completely released and then she would no longer be in this world.
“R-Reas.”
Vlora’s moan sounded broken. Her breathing also stopped several times.
Oh dear! Vlora was sure that this time she would collapse. Andreas was completely out of control and all she could do was hold on with what little energy she had left.
The intensity of Andreas’ blows increased. His movements became stronger and faster. He became more and more urgent.
Vlora closed her eyes. She moaned and Andreas caught a glimpse of her, just before she changed her position slightly.
“Ah!”
Andreas aimed at Vlora’s sensitive spot and the result is as expected. Vlora jerked and struggled in a sensual whimper.
Vlora tried to pull away. She tried to get away. But Andreas really knows how to make her surrender.
Andreas clenched his jaw. His masculinity thrust with an urgency that Vlora could never have imagined.
Continuously. Without stopping. There was no pause at all.
In the end, Vlora truly realized the truth of the phrase, like flying into space. Andreas’ thrusts whipped her around and sent her flying high up.
Vlora’s scream broke out. This was exactly what Andreas wanted. She also got more than she bargained for.
Vlora’s pleasure was heaven for Andreas’ masculinity. The grip, the warmth, the wet feeling, all combined in a soul-stirring wetness.
Now it seemed that it wasn’t just Vlora who was flying into the sky. In fact, Andreas had lost control of himself. He blindly broke all boundaries of himself.
Empty. Blown away.
Andreas let go of everything and Vlora accepted it wholeheartedly.
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