MDCF

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"Ah, agghh!"

"Sia, ah..."

Alan, unable to endure the boiling excitement, clenched his teeth and gyrated his waist even more. And he let out a shriek-like moan when the pleasure got unbearable. Siana, not knowing what to do, moved her body to his rhythm. Her nails dug into his back and chest but he didn't care in the throes of passion.

The heaviness inside her made her jaw open wide. The feeling of him inside her was always so overwhelming. Eventually, Siana couldn't bear it any longer and she sobbed.

"Ah... Alan, slow down," she mumbled.

"Are you tired?"

"It's not that, but, ah! I'm..."

Alan continued his thrusts. Siana tried to tell him that she was alright but she needed to go a little slow. That it was too overwhelming for her. But, she had to acknowledge that she was, indeed, exhausted. Hearing her tearful voice, Alan slowed his thrusts, finally giving Siana a chance to catch her breath.

Her breath came ragged. Her hair stuck to her sweaty back and chest, which annoyed her. Siana knew that she looked like a mess but she was far too exhausted to care. The sweat running down Alan's skin dripped on her. She shivered at the cold air touching her body.

Alan, thrusting far slower than earlier, still stimulated her. She shivered and looked up at him. His blond hair was plastered on his forehead, his blue eyes were full of desire. He was flushed and sweaty.

Siana wrapped her legs around him without thinking. Alan flinched and gasped. She tried to apologize thinking she had caused him pain but Alan buried his face in her shoulders, breathing raggedly. She was about to call his name when he spoke.

"Sia," he said, "I am sorry. I can't... I can't take it much longer. I am sorry."

His words were a whisper. She nodded. He grasped her buttocks. Siana spread her legs wider to make it easier for him. He slid out of her a little and thrust back in. She felt suffocated by the rough and unrelenting thing inside her. Each time he thrust inside her, her vision blurred and sent her reeling to the edge. Their bodies were entangled with each other and their lovemaking produced a sound that echoed through their room. Her breath came in short gasps. The heat was overwhelming and she couldn't take it much longer.

"Ahhh, Alan," she moaned as she moved in rhythm to his thrusts. Their chests rubbed together and the feeling of pleasure rose to a crescendo. Her body trembled, and her vision blurred. She was hit by wave after wave of pleasure and she gave in.

Alan, who breathed raggedly, let out a moan and fell on top of her. He pulled himself out of her. Having her insides filled for so long with his member gave rise to an odd sense of emptiness as he pulled out of her.

She felt that she had to cover herself but was too exhausted to lift a finger to wrap the covers around her. She was sweaty and exhausted and trying to breathe properly. Alan kissed her forehead.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

Her throat was dry and her voice cracked. Her throat felt raw. She coughed and tears flowed out of her eyes. She had screamed herself sore. Alan caressed her back softly, looking guilty and flushed.

"Sorry, I thought I was controlling myself," he said.

"That?!" she exclaimed. "You call that control?" She swallowed hard. Her throat was raw.

Alan smirked. "It's the truth," he said, "Do you want me to show you how I get when I am out of control?"

He got on top of her. His hands caressed her sides and eventually rested on her waist. His member, which was rock-hard again, poked at the inner side of her thighs. For Siana, she was too tired to go through with it. It wasn't that she didn't want it but she simply couldn't muster up the energy. He was so good that she always wanted him. She had seduced him this tim, too.