'What is this?!'
Zara's heart pounded faster than the tanned, muscular hips slamming against the petite girl's body. Loud, sticky sounds of air and that thick, beastly rod, which clearly gouged and rearranged her insides with each thrust.
Yet, no matter how many times his massive frame crushed the pale beauty. She couldn't remember how many times this scene repeated itself.
Clara's voice twisted into low groans and delicate moans as she convulsed like a fish out of water. Then, while begging for mercy or calling him "Dear Husband," and lost in pleasure. Nikolai's thick, white seed poured into her.
'Does a big one feel that much better?'
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It all started with a single kiss.
Zara watched in silence, thinking it would end there. But when they became lost in a passionate embrace. She watched the young woman's face while stroking her thighs, imitating Nikolai's hands that spread Clara's thighs apart.
'It looks so comfortable...'
