Vegarro “Vega” Moretti

Sonnet got quiet after that. I had studied her for weeks so I knew she was thinking.

I let her. I turned on the music and let some smooth R how her lips parted, how her breath caught, how her body tensed then relaxed under me.

Each time she showed signs of pain, I paused to murmur reassurances and stroke her skin until she relaxed again. I stayed still once fully inside, letting her adjust while my hand continued its gentle caresses.

"You're doing so well," I breathed. "This is mine now. Say it."

"It’s yours," she moaned, legs wrapping around my waist.

I continued with long, slow, deliberate thrusts, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in with the same measured pace, watching her reactions with every stroke.

Passion built as our bodies rocked.

I paid attention to each soft cry and plea as I got to know my future home. Her pussy felt brand new around my dick. It gripped me so hard that it took everything not to come too quick.

I kept up those measured thrusts, each one sinking deeper as her body gradually opened for me.

Her inner walls gripped tight, but I soothed every wince with kisses along her throat and slow circles over her clit with my thumb.

Passion mounted between us. Her soft cries grew louder with every stroke until her hips began to rock up to meet mine.

Her breathing turned ragged, and I felt the way her pussy started to flutter and squeeze harder around my dick.

"That's it," I growled against her ear. "Cum for me, Glasses. Let it take you."

She arched suddenly. Her back arched off the bed as the orgasm ripped through her. Her thighs locked around my waist, and her pussy clamped down in powerful spasms, pulsing and milking me with wet, rhythmic contractions.

Juices flooded around my dick as she came explosively, tearing a raw scream from her throat. "Vega!"

The sound echoed off the walls while her body shook and jerked beneath me, every muscle quivering from the intensity. I held her through it, murmuring praise and keeping my thrusts slow and deep to draw out every last wave until she finally collapsed, panting and spent in my arms.

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