Sensing that she couldn't change his mind, kira didn't fight the surrender. She arched her back, her pussy already weeping a fresh, thick trail of lubricant as she felt the broad head of his cock knocking against her entrance.
"Sol... please..." she sobbed into the kiss.
He didn't make her wait. He gripped her hips, his fingers sinking into the firm muscle, and drove into her with a single, deep thrust.
Kira's head snapped back against the furs, her eyes rolling into her skull as she was impaled to the root of her being. The sensation of him… thick, hot, and seemingly twice as large as the night before…. was almost too much to bear. Her internal walls clenched around him in a series of frantic, milking spasms, her body trying to absorb the sheer volume of him.
"See?" Sol grunted, his hips moving in a slow grind that prioritized depth over speed. "Today is different."
