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Miria panted under the assaults of Asher, who kneaded and squeezed her breast with possessive intensity, while peppering her jaw and neck with wet, ardent kisses. Her moans filled the room, a mixture of surprise and pure pleasure. Asher slipped his other free hand under her skirt, roughly inserting it into her panties to put pressure on her already wet pussy.
- Aaaah... she moaned, arching her back involuntarily.
Asher smiled against her skin, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
- Don't worry, you haven't seen anything yet, he murmured in a sensual voice, before stopping kneading her breast to tear the other side of her top, revealing her second breast.
He kneaded him with the same fervor, his fingers rolling over his hardened nipples, while his other hand rubbed his sex with expert precision. Miria squirmed, overwhelmed.
- Aaaah... Asher... Aah... she panted, her eyes half-closed with desire.
Asher sensually nibbled on her ear, making her shiver, before turning her around to face him. He kissed her wildly, his tongue invading her mouth with possessive urgency. Miria responded despite the difficulty in keeping up with his frantic pace, feeling through the kiss how much he ardently desired her. They broke contact for lack of air, panting, and Asher watched her for a moment before shoving her onto the bed. Miria fell back, startled, before Asher's athletic body weighed down on her. He busied himself removing her last clothes, leaving her completely naked under his hungry gaze. He stared at her, licking his lips in anticipation, before pushing a finger inside her without warning.
- Aaah... she said, surprised by the sudden intrusion, trying to move but realizing that her hands were held above her head by an invisible force – Asher's powers.
She wiggled in every direction, excited by her captivity, while Asher, with one finger still inside her, watched her struggle amusedly before he began to pump rhythmically.
- Um... Asher... Oh... Oh... Yes... It's... It's so good, she confessed shamefully, arching her hips.
Asher grinned, pushing in a second finger, making her arch in pleasure. He played with her nipples, rolling his tongue around them before sucking and biting them lightly, while pumping his fingers faster. *Damn, it's so good, it's even better than I could have imagined. And I love it,* Miria thought, biting her lip as she watched him devour her with his gaze. Asher inserted a third finger, then a fourth, picking up the pace until she came violently into his hand, a muffled cry escaping her lips. An amused smile appeared on Asher's face. He withdrew his fingers, quickly undressing under the half-closed gaze of Miria, who admired his muscular abs lit by the moon, biting her lip as she saw the impressive size of his member. *I feel like this is going to be my party,* she thought, excited and nervous.
Asher positioned himself at its entrance, waiting for a sign. Miria nodded, and he inserted himself into her in one smooth stroke.
- AAAAAAAHHHH! she screamed as he tore her hymen, tears in her eyes. Asher... It... It hurts...
Asher intertwined their fingers, placing fine kisses on her face to soothe the pain, whispering sweet nothings. When she finally arched her back, signaling that she was ready, he began to thrust wildly, his powerful thrusts making her moan louder and louder.
- Aah... Harder, Asher... Oh, yes... Miria panted, wrapping her legs around him.
"You're so good, Miria... So perfect for me," he growled, speeding up, their bodies slamming against each other in a hot dance.