Andreas was silent as well, his impatience growing. His eyes darkened and focused on the unusual sight between Vlora’s thighs.
The underwear had an unconventional design, specially made to facilitate any sexual activity. It could not really be called underwear-tight, thin, with a hole in the middle.
A mist settled in Andreas’ eyes, his gaze igniting with desire. Unable to restrain himself, he reached for Vlora’s body.
Andreas grabbed both of Vlora’s legs. He pulled her closer, bringing the intimate view within reach.
Vlora did not resist when she was ordered to sit on Andreas’ chest. She followed Andreas’ wishes and waited with anticipation.
Andreas cupped Vlora’s buttocks. He lifted her slightly and brought the enticing offering directly to his mouth.
Vlora’s eyes closed immediately. She held her breath as she felt Andreas’ tongue caress her femininity with a long, warm stroke.
It was a teasing touch, a prelude. For after that, Andreas slid his tongue into the folds of Vlora’s femininity. He tasted and, with the limitations he had, he tried to worship Vlora as best he could.
Vlora’s moans flowed melodiously. The rhythmic waves danced as if accompanying the play of Andreas’ tongue.
He probed with the utmost gentleness. He circled around and greeted each side. Then Andreas ended his teasing with a suction that made Vlora moan uncontrollably.
The playful squeezes Andreas gave her buttocks made Vlora open her eyes again. She, who had been briefly enchanted, became aware of something she had been longing for since she had been waiting for Andreas’ return.
Vlora moved. She moved slowly, leaving traces on Andreas’ skin. She teased Andreas until she reached the place he had eagerly awaited.
Her slender fingers moved. Vlora grasped Andreas’ masculinity as she lifted her body slightly. She guided Andreas’ masculinity directly to her femininity, but only so far.
It seemed that Vlora wanted to play for a while. Even though she knew that Andreas’ entire body was tense with anticipation, she had not yet brought them to the main course.
Andreas frowned in agony. He looked at Vlora with a pleading look, but it had no effect. Vlora continued to play with his masculinity.
Vlora caressed the tip of Andreas’ masculinity along her femininity. Once, twice, several times, until Andreas’ heart pounded with a vigilant rhythm.
A moment later Andreas growled harshly, just as Vlora sat on his waist, his masculinity disappearing into Vlora’s femininity. They were one, and all the waiting had finally paid off.
The feeling of union overcame Andreas and Vlora. Andreas squeezed Vlora’s buttocks while Vlora drove her ten nails into Andreas’ chest. They both created a variety of emotions that fueled the passion.
A moment that seemed insignificant gave Andreas and Vlora time to get used to each other. They let the impression of fullness slowly become an addiction, and then Vlora began to move.
Vlora’s hands clung to Andreas’ chest. Her buttocks moved up and down, beginning the long journey they would enjoy together.
Andreas’ pressure on Vlora’s buttocks didn’t stop. He accompanied Vlora’s rhythmic movements, and it did not take long for their actions to escalate.
“Oh, Reas.”
As the speed of Vlora’s movements increased, whispers could be heard. Likewise, her grip on Andreas’ chest tightened, leaving potential memories there for the next day.
Andreas did not mind at all. He would gladly accept all the memories Vlora could give him. Moreover, he became even more enthusiastic. His excitement and eagerness increased and he joined in enthusiastically.
Andreas’ waist also moved. He followed Vlora’s rhythm and deliberately gave a push when Vlora descended. They created inevitable collisions.
Time passed and Andreas became more and more uncontrollable. His circumstances might have been limited, but the sight of Vlora moving sensually on top of him, her face raised and eyes closed, was truly overwhelming. Especially when, a moment later, he saw Vlora raise her hands and run her fingers through her hair, then sigh.
Andreas became even more determined to match Vlora’s movements. He became more passionate and made erotic sounds.
“Oh, Vlo.”
Vlora changed her movements. Now she rubbed her femininity back and forth. She also began to play with Andreas’ mind as the muscles in her femininity clenched inside.
Andreas clenched his jaw. His face became serious as his masculinity was pampered in this way.
The pleasure of it all captivated Vlora herself. She lost herself in her actions, sighing incessantly as the familiar sensation began to course through her entire body.
Slowly. Gradually. But surely. Soon Vlora whimpered, signaling a loss of control.
Andreas understood exactly what Vlora was trying to do. So, he grabbed Vlora’s buttocks and took control of their lovemaking. He thrust his masculinity as deeply as possible, repeatedly.
Sweat poured. Perspiration began to wet their bodies. The sight and scent were pheromones. Andreas and Vlora were increasingly consumed by the fire they had ignited themselves.
Andreas held his breath. He felt a faint change in Vlora’s femininity. Stronger, then stronger. He was almost afraid that Vlora would explode before she reached her climax.
Fortunately, that did not happen. Because in the next moment Vlora’s long scream filled every corner of her room. She screamed Andreas’ name in undeniable pleasure.
“Reas!”
Andreas’ masculinity was gripped tightly as the waves of pleasure hit Vlora. He became addicted and demanded his rightful share.
Andreas’ thrusts became more frenzied. He moved more wildly, jolting Vlora from her pleasure and rendering her powerless.
In an instant, Vlora’s pleasure was replaced by another sensation. So, it was no wonder that she surrendered again when Andreas became more fervent.
Vlora’s hips moved, welcomed by Andreas’ masculinity. Vlora closed her eyes, while Andreas’ eyes hinted at a sharp gaze. Both moved wildly and Vlora was thrown again.
But Vlora was not alone. Andreas joined her. Together they soared in the embrace of blinding pleasure.
Andreas ended it all with one last deep and powerful thrust. He held on to Vlora’s buttocks as tightly as he could. His masculinity buried itself as deeply as possible into Vlora’s femininity. Then the spasms gave evidence of the pleasure that had hit him.
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