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Sol didn’t stop.

He fucked her straight through the rising peak, grinding the head of his cock against her deepest point on every stroke, forcing her body closer to the edge.

When the second orgasm finally hit, it tore through her with brutal intensity.

Veylara’s back arched as much as the folded position allowed. A raw, full-throated cry ripped out of her as her pussy clamped down in hard, milking spasms... hot, silky, and so tight it felt like a living thing trying to suck the soul out of his cock.

Her whole body shook. Her inner walls contracted in desperate rhythmic waves, over and over, trying to pull him deeper, trying to keep him locked inside while the peak wrecked her.

The intensity of that grip almost ended him.

Her cunt was working his cock in strong living pulses, so perfect and greedy that Sol’s vision went white at the edges for a second.

The urge to flood her right then was overwhelming.

He wanted to stay buried in those milking spasms forever.

He forced himself to ride it out, grinding deep but not thrusting hard, letting her pussy milk him while she came apart under him for the second time.

Only when the strongest contractions started to ease did he move again.

Sol sat up, still inside her, nearly folded, and immediately started driving down into her with long, heavy strokes.

The mating press let him reach a depth that made her cry out on every thrust.

He kept the pace relentless, hips rolling and slamming, forcing her to take him to the limit over and over while her aftershocks were still fluttering around his cock.

Her body had gone completely soft under him except for the continuous trembling in her thighs and the way her pussy kept twitching.

Sol fucked her through it without slowing, chasing his own rising need now that he had felt her cum a second time around him.

When even that depth stopped being enough he pulled out, turned her onto her hands and knees, and shoved back in from behind while grabbing a thick handful of her hair.

The hair-pull gave him perfect leverage. He pulled her head back and used the leverage to slam into her harder, short vicious strokes that made her ass shake and her voice break.

Meanwhile Veylara’s arms trembled under her. Broken cries left her throat every time he bottomed out.

The hair-pull kept her arched and open. Sol fucked her like that until his own control was fraying at the edges, until every thrust felt like it might be the one that finally pushed him over.

But he didn’t want to finish like that.

He wanted to finish inside her while looking at her face.

He pulled out, rolled onto his back once more,, and dragged her on top of him facing him.

He seated her fully on his cock in one hard pull until she was completely filled, then locked both hands on her ass, spread her open, and started fucking up into her with short, deep, grinding thrusts that kept him buried as far as he could go.

He pulled her down to meet every upward slam, forcing the head of his cock to kiss her deepest point over and over.

His mouth found hers in a hard, open kiss at the same time... tongue pushing deep, swallowing every broken sound she still had left.

The combination of her second orgasm’s residual tightness, the final grinding depth, and the feel of her body locked against him finally snapped the last of his restraint.

Sol drove up into her as deep as humanly possible and held her there.

He wrapped both arms tightly around her back, crushing her against his chest in a full, possessive hug. At the same time he captured her mouth in a hard, claiming kiss, tongue pushing deep as his climax finally tore through him.

Thick, heavy pulses of cum flooded her while he kept her crushed against his chest and his mouth sealed over hers.

He stayed locked at the absolute root through every spurt, grinding and holding, forcing every drop as deep as it would go while her still-fluttering pussy milking him only made it more intense... those soft living contractions sucking the cum deeper with every pulse.

The pleasure was intense and absolutely blinding. He groaned into the kiss, arms tight around her, hips pressed up hard, emptying everything he had into the heat that had never taken a man before this night.

He kept kissing her through it, kept hugging her tightly, kept himself driven as deep as possible while the orgasm rolled through him in dense, blinding waves.

Pulse after pulse filled her until he had nothing left.

Even then he stayed locked inside, grinding slowly, making sure every last drop was pushed deep while her walls continued to twitch and flutter around his cock.

When the last heavy throb finally faded he collapsed back onto the moss, still fully inside her, arms still wrapped around her, mouth still close to hers.

Both of them were shaking and soaked in sweat.

Veylara slumped against his chest, completely spent, pussy still weakly clenching around his slowly softening cock as the first thick trickle of his cum began to leak out around the shaft that continued to stretch her open.

Neither of them moved for a long time.

The night air cooled the sweat on their skin. Distant insects kept up their steady noise. Sol’s hands stayed on her back and the curve of her ass, holding her in place while their breathing slowly evened out.

His cock gave a few final weak throbs inside the messy, well-fucked heat of her pussy. More of his cum leaked out around the thick base, sliding down onto his balls and the moss beneath them.

He remained buried.

She remained filled.

And under the willows, with his cum still leaking out of her around the thick cock that had claimed her, the long hard night finally reached its peak.