As they come together again,
they exhale warm puffs of air.
She, on top of him,
seductively runs her hands
through her hair,
down her neck, breasts,
then stomach,
shaking her hips sensually
against him, moaning.
He groans, his lips biting,
his eyes begging,
gazing into hers,
his hands desperately
clutching her thighs,
his member filling her
to the brim.
Her body, slick
with the residue of their passion,
gently collapses on his chest
and rubs her nose
on his nape and shoulder.
Her toes curl and shudder,
and her core
trickles with his come.
He whispers,
"Did that feel good,
my heart?
Did you experience
the same pleasure and ecstasy
as me?
Also, I am sorry
that I finished inside.
The way you moved your body,
so provocatively,
I could barely think rationally,
it utterly undid me. I...."
She shyly buries
her face
on his chest.
She breathily admits,
"My body is nobody
but yours for the taking—
your eyes, your nose,
your hands, your tasting,
and honestly,
those two rounds
have been the best so far.
I do not care
that you filled me.
Besides, I can find a remedy
in the morning."
"Then,"
he murmurs,
lips grazing her ear,
"shall I fill you
with more of my come,
with every last drop?"
"Perhaps later,
fill me up,"
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RomansaShe is undoubtedly one of the most memorable historical figures in her empire. During her time, she had the loveliest face, possessed the most impressive prowess in battle, donned the finest dresses, wore the most jewelry, garnered the most friends...
