He stayed exactly where he was for a while longer, hips rolling in a heavy, grinding rhythm that kept his cock buried deep. Every slow push forced her oversensitive walls to stretch around him all over again.
The wet sound of it was thick and continuous.
Her pussy had gone softer after the first orgasm but it still clung to him like it didn't want to let go, hot and slippery and twitching every time he bottomed out.
Veylara's breath kept breaking against the moss.
He could feel how raw she was. Every stroke dragged another unsteady sound out of her. Her fingers had stopped trying to dig into the ground and were just open now, palms flat, as if she had given up on holding onto anything.
Sol kept the pace deliberate and deep, watching the way her lower back flexed, watching the wet shine of his cock every time he pulled back before driving in again.
Only when the need for a different angle became impossible to ignore did he finally move.
