"My Lord… Venya needs… needs My Lord…"
He pushed, slowly, inch by agonizing inch, into her, feeling her muscles clench around him, a warm, tight embrace.
"Aaaaah… so good… My Lord… Venya loves this…" Her voice was a drawn-out moan, her hips arching to meet his thrust.
He began to move, a slow, deliberate rhythm, each thrust deeper than the last.
Her fiery patterns pulsed brighter with every movement, her body a canvas of molten desire.
His cock slid against the slick walls of her pussy, the squelching sound filling the air.
"Oh, My Lord… harder… Venya wants it harder… yes… just like that…" She gasped, her breath catching in her throat, her eyes rolling back into her head.
He picked up the pace, his hips slamming against hers, the bed groaning beneath them.
He watched her face, the pure ecstasy etched there, the way her lips parted slightly, a soft whine escaping them with each impact.
