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Klaus gave her no respite, his hands moving up to unbutton her pajamas with possessive urgency, revealing her ample, bare breasts to the cool air. He took them in his mouth one after the other, hungrily sucking one hardened nipple while pinching the other between his fingers, drawing high-pitched cries from Katrina.
- Aaaah... Klaus... It's... too much... she moaned, her hands gripping his hair, torn between the desire to push him away and the desire to pull him closer. No... Stop... We can't...
But his words rang false, and Klaus knew it. He moved lower, tearing off her pajama bottoms and panties in one fluid motion, exposing her already wet and swollen vagina. His fingers brushed against her intimate lips, caressing her clit in slow, torturous circles.
- Look how wet you are for me... You love it, admit it, he growled in a sensual voice, pushing a finger inside her, then a second, pumping rhythmically.
Katrina arched violently, a primal scream tearing the air.
- Oh my God... Aaaah... Klaus... It feels so good... But... we shouldn't... she panted, her eyes half-closed, her body undulating against his hand despite his protests.
He sped up, his mouth returning to her breasts, sucking and nibbling, while his fingers penetrated her deeper, curving to hit that sensitive spot inside her. Katrina came the first time in a convulsive spasm, her walls contracting around his fingers, a throaty scream filling the room.
- AAAAAH! Klaus! Yesssss! she cried, trembling, tears of pleasure in her eyes.
Klaus slowed for a moment, letting his body go back down, but he didn't stop. He quickly undressed, revealing his hard, throbbing member, and positioned himself between her spread thighs. Katrina shook her head, still out of breath.
- Klaus... Wait... I... I don't know if... she whispered, hesitant, but her hips rose instinctively when he rubbed his glans against her soaked entrance.
- You are mine tonight, Katrina... Let me show you how much I want you, he breathed, sinking into her with a slow but inexorable stroke.
She screamed in pleasure mixed with a hint of delicious pain, her nails clawing at his back.
- Aaaah! Too big... Klaus... Oh... Softer... she begged, but her body welcomed it eagerly.
He began deep, brutal thrusts, pounding her on the sofa which creaked under their assaults. Katrina cried out with each thrust, her protests turning into encouragement.
- Yes... Louder! Aah... I love it when you fill me like that... she moaned, wrapping her legs around him, momentarily forgetting her doubts.
Klaus groaned, speeding up, one hand coming down to rub her clit rhythmically. After several minutes of frantic pace, Katrina reached her second orgasm, more intense than the first, her muscles contracting violently around him.
- AAAAAAAAH! Klaus! I'm cumming! she screamed, her body shaking like a leaf.
This triggered Klaus's orgasm, and he came with her in a primal roar, emptying himself deep inside her, their bodies pressed together in shared ecstasy.
- Fuck... Katrina... You're incredible... he groaned, collapsing on top of her, panting.
They remained entwined on the couch, their breathing calming down little by little. Katrina, still trembling, absentmindedly stroked his back, but a wave of guilt washed over her. *What did I do? Again... It's bad, he's so young...* she thought, her eyes misty. But fatigue won out, and she fell asleep in his arms, her exhausted body finding temporary comfort in his warmth. Klaus, feeling her regular breathing, hugged her tighter, and they fell into sleep together, the living room filled with post-passion silence.