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With that, Fishlegs approached her and captured her lips in a languid, deep kiss, his hands sliding over her body with suppressed urgency. He left her lips to trace a path of kisses on her cheek, her jaw, her neck, while kneading her bare buttocks. Despite everything, Léana did not react, looking at him with feigned amusement.
*If you can make me moan, Fishlegs, I swear I'll add you to my list of one-night stands.* She thought
Fishlegs walked her back to the table, turned her back to him and resumed his kisses along her neck. This time, one hand stroked her sex expertly, the other holding her by the waist. Still no visible reaction from Léana, although a treacherous heat begins to rise within her.
Seeing his inactivity, Fishlegs changed tactics. He removed her top, exposing her bare breasts, and kneaded them firmly while inserting a finger inside her, pumping slowly. Léana leaned on the table, but remained stoic. He added a second finger, picking up the pace – nothing. A third – still nothing. This began to frustrate Fishlegs, while Léana, inwardly overjoyed, murmured:
—Maybe you should give up. All your attempts are worthless.
This ignited a spark of anger in Fishlegs. He suddenly smiled, a mischievous idea in mind. After two tender kisses to her neck, he bit her firmly, simultaneously thrusting four fingers into her and pinching one nipple forcefully. A violent electric shock shook Léana's entire body, making her cry out with unexpected pleasure.
She turned her head towards him, panting.
— You are sick! It's not okay, right, to push me in like that?
Fishlegs, triumphant, began to pump into her.
"Well, if it could arouse your pleasure, then it was worth it.
Léana moaned despite herself.
— Aaaah... Fishlegs...
Fishlegs sped up, his voice hoarse.
— Don't worry, I'll take good care of you.
Léana felt her defenses crack. — Aah... V... Go... Fishlegs... Stop...
Fishlegs pinched the other nipple hard, making her moan louder.
—Are you sure?
With an amused smile, he continued, intensifying the rhythm until Léana came violently in the palm of his hand, her body trembling with an orgasm she had not anticipated.
Fishlegs withdrew his fingers, looking at them with satisfaction, the liquid glistening in the light. He showed them to Léana, who was catching her breath, her eyes half-closed.
— Look at that. Looks like I won my bet, he said, a victorious smile on his lips.
— Get ready, because now we're getting down to business.
He quickly undressed, revealing his hard and imposing member. He rubbed it against her wet entrance, stoking her arousal. Léana, wetter than ever, moaned.
—Aaah... Aaah... Fishlegs... Fuck, shove it in me, please.
With a cocky smile, Fishlegs turned her to face him.
— How kindly asked.
He positioned himself and thrust into her with one powerful thrust.
Léana screamed, feeling his large member dilate her intimate walls.
— Damn, it's huge!
Fishlegs grunted with pleasure.
— Wee, that's life.
With these words, he began rhythmic thrusts, thrusting in and out with increasing force. Leana let her head fall back, overcome by waves of intense pleasure, her nails digging into his shoulders.
Their bodies moved in harmony, the table creaking under their assaults. Fishlegs sped up, his hands exploring her curves, pinching, caressing, while Leana wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper.
—Oh my God, Fishlegs... Harder... Don't stop. she panted, her body on fire, each thrust sending bolts of ecstasy through her.
Fishlegs, panting, whispered against his ear:
— You're so tight... So perfect. Cum for me again. He intensified the pace, their moans mingling in a primal chorus, until the orgasm hit them together – a tidal wave of pleasure that had them shaking, screaming, clinging to each other as if the world no longer existed.
Exhausted, they collapsed to the ground, embracing, their bodies still vibrating with the aftershocks of their ecstasy. Léana, her head on his chest, murmured in a sleepy voice:
— You won... this bet.
Fishlegs laughed softly, stroking her hair, before sleep carried them both into a deep, contented rest.