Chapter 720: Sigh Of Ultimate pleasure

At the same time his free hand molded the other breast strongly... fingers sinking deep into the soft give of it, palm covering as much as possible, kneading with firm, deliberate pressure.

His thumb found the neglected nipple and brushed across it in slow circles, then rubbed more directly, coaxing it into an equally hard, flushed peak while he continued to suck and graze the one already in his mouth.

He alternated between them thoroughly and without rush.

One side received the full, focused attention of his mouth... long sucking pulls, wet licking, light grazing with teeth, the occasional deeper bite that never quite crossed into pain... while the other was firmly kneaded and teased by his hand.

Then he switched, giving the second breast the same thorough, almost greedy focus. He worked over every centimeter of the pale, soft skin, leaving the nipples darker, wetter, and more sensitive, the surrounding flesh faintly marked by the pressure of his mouth and the strong grip of his fingers.

Every soft sound Zeyra made, every small arch of her back that pushed her breasts further into his touch, only encouraged him to keep going.

He stayed there for a long time, thoroughly enjoying the feel, the taste, and the quiet way her body responded, until both breasts were warm, flushed, and completely attended to.

Only when he had taken his fill did he finally lift his head, eyes dark with renewed hunger, and shift his attention back downward to where her legs still rested open and waiting on the moss.

He lifted both of her limp legs carefully and settled firmly over his shoulders.

The position folded her neatly, tilting her hips upward and spreading her wider, leaving a clear, unobstructed path straight to her drenched pussy.

The soft inner flesh of her thighs pressed against the sides of his neck and the tops of his shoulders.

From this angle her swollen folds were fully exposed, still shiny and flushed from the orgasms he had already forced out of her, the tight little entrance twitching faintly under his gaze.

Sol took his cock in one hand.

He rubbed the thick, flushed head slowly up and down through the thick mess of her juices, dragging it along the smooth outer lips in deliberate, unhurried passes.

Each stroke coated him more thoroughly, the wet heat of her clinging to his skin.

He pressed a little firmer on the next pass so the soft folds parted around the tip under the pressure, the slick flesh yielding and then closing again as he slid past.

He knew he didn’t really need the extra lubrication... she was already so wet that the first thrust would reach straight to her womb... but he did it anyway. Partly out of habit. Partly for the quiet sense of ritual it gave him.

And partly because the sight itself was deeply, viscerally arousing: his rock hard cock gliding through her juices, the way those tight, smooth lips opened and clung to him with every slow movement, the shiny trail of her slick spreading further along his cock.

He kept rubbing for several long moments, thoroughly coating the head and the upper half of his length, eyes locked on the place where their bodies were about to join.

Only when he was satisfied did he finally stop the teasing motion, as now was not the time for slow enjoyment.

His cock was erect to its absolute limit, the thick shaft throbbing hard, the ache deep in his gut bordering on painful after everything that had come before... the long face-fucking, the orgasms he had forced out of her with his mouth, the endless waiting.

Sol lined the swollen cockhead up against her pussy entrance, gripped her thighs tighter and with one straight, powerful motion plunged all the way into her drenched, hot pussy.

A deep, raw sigh of pure, ultimate pleasure escaped his mouth as he bottomed out.

After holding back for so long he was finally fully inside her.

The scorching wet heat clamped around every inch of him at once... soft, silky walls stretching wide around the sudden thick intrusion, then fluttering and clenching hard in shocked little spasms.

The relief was too overwhelming, a dense, perfect pressure that ran straight up his spine and settled heavy in his core. He could feel her pulse against him, feel how completely she surrounded him from the tip all the way to the base.

Zeyra’s body shot upward from the sudden shock.

A sharp, broken cry tore out of her throat as her back left the moss, the abrupt, deep stretch forcing a full-body jolt through her.

Her hands scrambled for support in the greenery, fingers twisting hard into the soft ground.

Her legs tightened instinctively over his shoulders, as if trying to both escape the intensity and pull him even deeper at the same time.

Her pussy spasmed around him in tight, rhythmic pulses, still overly sensitive from the earlier orgasms, every flutter transmitting straight along his buried cock.

Sol stayed completely still once he was buried to the hilt.

Hips locked flush against hers, he simply held himself deep and savored the feel of her... the scorching wet heat clamped around every inch of his cock, the soft trembling walls gripping him, the way her body kept twitching and adjusting around the thick length that now filled her completely.

He let the moment stretch, breathing through the intense pleasure of finally being joined with her again, while Zeyra trembled beneath him and tried to catch her breath around the sudden, total invasion.

Every breath she took made her inner walls shift and squeeze around him.

Slowly he began to move.

The first withdrawal was slow and deliberate. He pulled back until only the thick flushed head remained inside the tight ring of her entrance.

Every soft fold of her pussy dragged along his shaft, the wet heat clinging to him in a shiny continuous layer. Her juices coated him completely. Then he thrust back in with a powerful stroke that buried him to the balls again.