I gently pulled away the hands she was using to cover her face, interlocking my fingers with hers to bind her to me. That pink stain on the sheets glowed faintly in the moonlight; it was her virginity's farewell letter, but her shame weighed on her like a burden, subtly hunching her shoulders.

I shifted my hips slightly, feeling the tight, clenched warmth that still enveloped me. With every millimeter, her walls pulsed around me, her wetness wrapping me in slick remnants of that first orgasm.

Willabelle's breath hitched, her eyes flying open wide, but this time, instead of a moan, a whisper escaped her lips: "More...?"

I laughed softly, a low rumble in my throat, wrapping one arm around her waist to press her tighter against me.

"I haven't even started yet. Tonight I'm going to make you completely mine, Willabelle."

I began to move, starting with small, circular shifts; exploring every curve inside her, trying to stretch and accustom her.

With each glide of my cock, her walls clenched involuntarily, as if desperate to trap me within, while her hypersensitive skin trembled like it had been struck by lightning. The insides of her thighs were slick with sweat and arousal, her hips lifting slightly with every thrust, like a dancer striving to match the rhythm.

I gradually transformed those circular motions into a steady, linear rhythm, allowing her to take me a little deeper with each forward push, but without haste.

The tightness inside her gripped me like a vise; her wetness flowed abundantly, but overcoming those walls required a gentle persistence each time. She was so tight that the friction sparked with every inch, the hardness of my cock vibrating through her, drawing her ever closer to a second climax.

Willabelle's eyes were half-lidded, her lips slightly parted, but she uttered not a single word, only breathing in ragged gasps, as if each inhale were a prayer.

I slid my hand up her back, tracing my fingers along her spine, feeling those delicate bones; her skin burned like fire, but the flames burning only at her body.

"Look at me," I whispered.

Her eyes, vulnerable yet darkened with lust, met mine. In that gaze, I saw the full weight of her inexperience.

"Belle, I'm going to speed up now..."

"Ahh! S-slow... Ah!"

I shifted my rhythm in an instant, turning those controlled thrusts into sharp, deep strokes; slamming my hips against hers with each one, burying my entire cock in that tight warmth.

The muscles in Willabelle's pussy clenched even tighter, her slick walls sucking at me, trying to hold me like a vacuum with every withdrawal. That tightness felt like her body's ending line of defense, but pleasure had made her so wet that it posed no obstacle for me.

With every thrust, I stroked her clit with my fingers, and her body rebelled at once: her legs quivered and spread wide, her knees buckled inward, her toes scrabbling at the edge of the bed.

Her breasts bounced with each impact, their tips hardened into pink pearls swaying in the air; I slid one hand upward to cup one, my fingers encircling it and squeezed it gently so as not to hurt her.. Because every cell in her was so sensitive that a single touch could ignite a blaze.

Her breath had become a storm now, ragged and wheezing, but she remained silent. Her eyes locked on mine, a tempest swirling in those silver irises, a vortex of shock and desire. But she never broke eye contact, as if she couldn't bear to look away from my face even for a moment. That's why I decided to stay in missionary without changing positions.

"Yes, just like that. You doing great."

The wetness inside her now flowed like a river, splashing against my balls with every thrust, quivering her tight folds and making me feel every vein on my cock.

Willabelle's pussy, like a velvet vise, captured and released every throb of my cock, her slick heat enveloping me like a spring rain, while the rhythmic spasms of her walls had evolved into the precursor tremors of an earthquake.

With every deep thrust, her clit rubbed against my pelvis; that sensitive bud, swollen in its purest form of ecstasy, tensed her body like a bowstring with every stroke.

"Ah... God... please... Eh"

In that instant, Willabelle's body arched like a bow, her inner walls crushing my cock like a nut in every contraction, her hot wetness swirling around me like volcanic lava, dragging me to the edge of the abyss as well. Her nails had gouged deep furrows into my back, but Willabelle was far from doing it deliberately.

When her pupils rolled upward, all I saw in her eyes was a white void. Her breath caught, the silent moans and throat gasps vanishing entirely.

"Shhh, let go," I whispered in her ear, my voice warm and commanding like a breeze, brushing my lips against her neck to taste the salty sweat there.

As my breath mingled with her skin, I slowed my rhythm slightly, prolonging those deep strokes for a moment; with every pull back, the vacuum inside her called me return, and with every push, her clit pressed against my pelvis, grinding that little bud like a fireball.

"Please... more... ahh, I can't..." The words tumbled from her lips in fragments.

They hung in the air, but her body lied; her inner walls had begun a rhythmic dance around my cock, the contractions so fierce that each pulse drew me deeper, more insistently. That tight, wet heat was now a flood; with every thrust, a river poured from the depths of her pussy, forming a slick pool between my thighs.

"Ahh! Yessssss... there... God... help... AHHH!"

Her body began to tremble, starting with a faint shiver. The inner muscles of her thighs rippled in waves through her groin, but within seconds, that tremor escalated into an earthquake. Her pussy clamped down harder on my cock, her walls contracting so violently that every withdrawal felt like her entire body was undulating, and every thrust soaked the sheets with her juices.

Her trembling wouldn't stop; her legs twitched around my waist, her hands clawed at my back. Her eyes half-closed, tears streaming down her cheeks, her lips parted, her breath reduced to ragged gasps.

"God... I'm... going to die!" she murmured, the words choking in her throat, but I silenced her by pressing my lips to hers.

Willabelle's hands slipped from my back, her fingers clinging to my waist as if she couldn't bear to let go.

Slowly, I straightened up, keeping my cock inside her as I lifted her; that tight, wet tissue clenched as if unwilling to release me. I wrapped my arms around her waist, drawing her into my lap as I rose from the bed, her legs encircling my waist.

Willabelle's eyes snapped open in surprise, her eyes gleaming in the moonlight, as if this new position were a dream. Our faces were inches apart, our breaths mingling; in this face-to-face perch on my lap, our bodies were utterly intertwined.

"Shh, don't be afraid," I whispered, my voice a husky purr, steadying one hand on her hip.

My other hand roamed her back, following the curve of her spine, memorizing each fragile bone like a map. The tip of my cock still throbbed deep inside, her tight pussy walls pulsing around it.

Willabelle's arms wrapped around my neck, her fingers tangling in my hair as she buried her face in my shoulder. "You're... so deep," she murmured, her voice a trembling whisper, caught between shame and desire.

But her body betrayed her; her hips twitched involuntarily, as if eager to take me deeper, those tight folds clenching around every vein of my cock.

I began to move, slowly at first, powering from my hips; lifting and lowering her in my lap, burying my full length in that hot, wet vise with every descent. Face-to-face, I could see it all: the darkening desire in her eyes, the slight parting of her lips, the rise and fall of her breasts with each breath.

Her nipples, hardened pink buds, brushed against my body, scattering sparks; I slid one hand up to take one between my lips, sucking gently with my tongue, nipping lightly with my teeth. Willabelle's back arched like a bow, a moan escaping her throat, her pussy clenching and releasing around my cock in an instant tremor.

"Yes, like that... feel me," I growled, quickening the pace.

As I thrust upward to meet her, fluids continued to pour from her lewdly sounding pussy. Willabelle's legs clamped tighter around my waist, her heels digging into my back as if to lock me in forever. The wetness inside her was a torrent now; with every descent, hot juices spread between my thighs, drenching the bed further, the mingled scent of sweat, desire, and innocence filling the room.

Our lips met again, the kiss turning into a savage dance; our tongues probed as I bit her lower lip. My rhythm surged suddenly, the sturdy bed creaking and groaning as if even it were exhausted.

Her breasts rubbed against my chest, those hardened pearls scattering sparks; one hand pressed to her hip to lower her faster, the other stroking her hair and holding her head firmly to kiss her deeper, devouring her lips more thoroughly.

"Ahhhh! Please... I can't take it... Finish... ahhh... now!" she moaned, her head falling back, her voice cracking like broken porcelain.

But her eyes stayed on mine, lost in that depth of surrender. Her inner walls quivered wildly now, each spasm making her toes scrape against my back. I was at my limit too; these extraordinary waves of pleasure dragged me toward the edge with every thrust. My balls tightened, throbbing in readiness.

I accelerated further, bucking my hips upward to bounce her in my lap; with every collision, her hair flew, her breasts slapped against my chest, and the wet, sweat-soaked sounds filled the room.

This time, Willabelle's body leaned toward me, but as if trying to flee, she strained upward from my lap. I wouldn't let her escape. I pinned her back down onto the bed.

"I'm coming... ahh, Leo... with you!" she cried out, her voice like a freed bird, tears streaming down her cheeks.

And in that moment, we both shattered. The tip of my cock pulsed deep inside, hot spurts of cum beginning to fill her womb; with every throb, a stream mixed into that tight warmth, overflowing like a flood.

Willabelle's pussy sensed it instantly, her walls going mad; the rhythmic contractions turned into a tsunami, every fold squeezing my cock, milking my cum. But this time it was different.

A gush erupted from her depths, her fluids squirting around my cock, pooling between our hips; with every thrust, more poured out, soaking the sheets, the bed, even the floor, filling the room like a spring downpour.

"Ahhhh! Yes... fill me... ohhh!" she screamed, her body convulsing, her back arching, her hands yanking at my hair as if to tear it out.

Her release was so intense that it squirted from between my legs, splattering onto my chest, glistening our skin. Her eyes rolled back, her breath stilled, filled only with muffled moans and tremors; the orgasm rippled through her in waves, her pussy sucking at my cum, expelling more fluid with every contraction.

I kept coming too, each pulse filling her womb, pressing her tight against my lap in that hot mixture. Her trembling persisted; her legs twitched, her hands slackened, and finally I collapsed onto her, feeling her breath against my earlobe.

"You... you're amazing," I whispered, holding her close, my cock still pulsing inside her.

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