Seeing her slowly calm down, he pushed back in.
The new positions let him watch her face. Zephyra's milky eyes were half-lidded, lips parted and swollen from kissing, cheeks flushed dark. Her heavy breasts rose and fell with every harsh breath.
Sol hooked her legs over his arms, folding her open, and drove into her with long, violent strokes that bottomed out every time.
The only sound in the room was just the wet sound of their bodies colliding.
Even though she had just came now, feeling his cock back in, her cunt gripped him tightly, like it was trying to keep him inside, the mature heat of her pussy almost turning feverish.
He leaned down and took one dark nipple into his mouth, sucking hard while his hips kept slamming forward.
Zephyra's hands tangled in his hair, holding him there, her back arching off the furs with every single push.
