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Michael and Sara had been dating for six months, building up to this moment with stolen kisses and heavy petting that left them both aching for more. Tonight, in the cozy cabin they rented for the weekend, the air was thick with tension.
Sara, 25, with her long blonde hair and curvy figure, stood by the bed in her lacy bra and panties, her big boobs heaving with nervous excitement. Michael, 26, tall and muscular with short brown hair, stared at her like she was the only thing in the world.
This was their first time, both virgins saving it for someone special, and they knew it was going to be intense.
"Sara, you look so fucking hot," Michael said, his voice rough with desire. He stepped closer, his hands reaching for her bra, unclasping it with trembling fingers. Her boobs spilled out, full and round, her pink nipples already hard.
"These boobs are perfect," he murmured, cupping them, squeezing gently at first, then harder. Sara moaned, "Oh, Michael, that feels good. Touch me more."
She pulled at his shirt, yanking it off to reveal his toned chest. Her hands ran down to his pants, unbuckling them, freeing his hard cock. It sprang out, thick and long, the head glistening with pre-cum.
"Your cock is so big," Sara whispered, her eyes wide. "I want it inside me." Michael groaned, "Fuck, Sara, you're making me crazy." He pushed her onto the bed, his mouth latching onto one boob, sucking the nipple hard while his hand pinched the other.
"Aaah, yes, suck my boobs," Sara cried, her pussy getting wetter, her panties soaked.
Michael kissed down her body, hooking his fingers in her panties, pulling them off.
Her pussy was shaved, lips puffy and pink, dripping with juice. "Look at this pretty pussy," he said, spreading her legs. "I'm gonna eat it."
He dove in, his tongue licking her clit, sucking it into his mouth. Sara bucked, "Fuck, Michael, that feels amazing. Lick my pussy harder." He thrust his tongue inside her, tasting her sweetness, his fingers rubbing her clit.
"You're so wet for me," he mumbled, his face buried in her pussy.
Sara grabbed his hair, grinding against his face, "Oh god, I'm cumming! Aaah!" Her body shook, juice flowing onto his tongue.
Michael stood, his cock throbbing. "Suck my cock, Sara." She knelt, her boobs pressing against his thighs, her mouth opening wide. She took his cock in, sucking the head, her tongue swirling.
"Mmm, your cock tastes good," she said, bobbing her head, taking him deeper. Michael groaned, "Fuck, Sara, suck it harder. Your mouth is so hot."
He thrust gently, fucking her mouth, "You're breaking me with that sucking." Sara gagged a bit but kept going, her hand stroking the base, "Nhmmm, I love your cock." Michael pulled out, "I want your pussy now." He pushed her onto the floor, the carpet soft, spreading her legs for missionary.
"Fuck me, Michael," Sara begged. He thrust in, breaking her hymen, blood trickling as she screamed, "Aaanghh! It hurts but feels good." He paused, then started fucking slow, "Your pussy is so tight."
Sara wrapped her legs around him, "Fuck my pussy harder." Michael pounded, his dick sliding in and out, "Fuck, your pussy feels incredible." Her boobs bounced, "Aaah, yes, fuck me!" They switched to doggy, Sara on all fours, ass up. "Woof, take my dick," Michael said, thrusting in from behind.
"Aaanghh, fuck my pussy," Sara moaned, her boobs swinging. He slapped her ass, "Your ass is perfect." Velora, wait no, just them – intense.
Cowgirl, Sara riding him, boobs bouncing.
"Yeee haw, fuck my cock," Michael said. "Nhmmm, your dick is so deep," Sara moaned. Reverse cowgirl, her ass bouncing. Spooning, lazy but hard fucks. Scissoring, rubbing pussies.
Prone bone, face down, dick deep.
Standing, lotus, flatiron, wall, wheelbarrow, bridge – all with moans, sucking, fucking, pussy, boobs, cock.
He came in her pussy, "I'm cumming!" "Fill my pussy!" Impregnation hint.
The curtains moved slightly with the night breeze, letting in the soft glow of a streetlight.
Sara laughed gently, brushing her hair out of her face.
"You're nervous, aren't you?" she teased.
Michael smiled, though his hands trembled a little.
"Yeah," he admitted. "I've wanted this for so long. I just… I want it to be perfect."
Sara placed her hand on his cheek.
"It doesn't need to be perfect, Michael. It just needs to be us."
Her words calmed him, and he kissed her again. For a while, they lost themselves in each other, whispering little things only they could understand. Michael felt happiness he hadn't known in years. For him, this was the moment — the one he would remember forever.
But then, suddenly, his chest tightened. His breath caught. At first, he tried to ignore it, not wanting to ruin the moment. He thought maybe it was just nerves.
Then it hit him harder.
His hand clutched at his chest, his eyes wide. He gasped.
"S-Sara… I can't…"
Sara pulled back immediately, her smile vanishing into fear.
"Michael? What's wrong? Talk to me!"
Michael struggled to breathe. The pressure in his chest grew unbearable. His lips parted as if to say something, but no words came out.
"Michael!" Sara shook him, panic rising in her voice. "Stay with me, please! Look at me!"
But his body went limp. His head fell back on the pillow, his eyes half-open, still and silent.
Sara froze. For a second, her mind refused to believe what she was seeing. Then the reality hit her like a storm.
"No… no, no, no! Michael, wake up!" she cried, pressing her ear to his chest, searching desperately for a heartbeat. But there was nothing.
Her hands trembled as she dialed emergency services, tears falling down her face. The room that had been filled with warmth and laughter just moments ago was now drowned in silence and grief.
Sara held him tightly, sobbing into his chest.
"You can't leave me like this… not now. Please… come back."
But Michael was gone.
That night, the love they had finally shared turned into the memory of his last breath.