Agnia's lips parted eagerly, her full, plump pillows opening wide to welcome the heavy head of his cock as it slowly pushed forward.
Her dark eyes stayed locked on his the entire time, burning with deep, frantic hunger that glinted in her pupils. This was the moment she had been aching for. Her heart hammered wildly in her chest, far too fast, like she was about to commit the sweetest sin she could never walk away from. Every muscle in her body tensed with anticipation. The hard ground beneath her knees suddenly felt as sharp as a blade and as delicious as ripe fruit all at once.
Her tongue moved forward gently at first, sliding along the underside of his swollen tip. Thick, warm saliva had been pooling in her mouth for too long and now it spilled freely down her chin in glossy strands, dripping onto her heavy breasts.
