PAH!

PAH!!

PAH!!!

The hard thrust stan gave her each time sounded like a sexy wet clap... It resounded in the room...

Stan groaned deeply, one hand sliding up her back to grip her shoulder for leverage as he started fucking her with long, powerful strokes. "You feel even better like this... so fucking tight and wet. Listen to how sloppy you sound for me."

Sophie’s pleasured expression was blissful, eyes half-closed, mouth open in constant moans, cheeks flushed.

"Ahhn! Yes—! Harder... please—!"

Each deep thrust made her push back against him instinctively, chasing the overwhelming pleasure as his cock claimed her completely once more.

The night was far from over.

Stan kept his grip firm on Sophie’s hips, thumbs digging into the soft, plush flesh of her ass as he pistoned into her with deep, relentless strokes.

PAH!

PAH!

PAH!

The wet, filthy sound of his heavy balls slapping against her soaked pussy filled the room, punctuated by the rhythmic creak of the bed and Sophie’s broken, desperate moans.

"Fuck, Sophie... your ass feels perfect in my hands," he growled, squeezing the round globes harder, spreading them slightly so he could watch his thick cock disappear into her tight, creamy hole again and again.

Her walls fluttered and clenched around him with every thrust, still slick from her first orgasm and his earlier creampie.

Sophie’s face was buried in the sheets, fingers clawing at them as she pushed back against him. "Ahhn—! Stan...! So deep— you’re hitting so deep—!"

He fucked her harder, hips snapping forward with powerful precision, the head of his cock battering her cervix on every stroke.

The angle made her feel impossibly full, every ridge and vein dragging along her sensitive inner walls.

Then Stan leaned forward, sliding one strong arm under her chest and pulling her upper body up until her back pressed flush against his chest.

His hand wrapped possessively around the front of her throat, not choking, just holding her firmly in place, fingers splayed across her delicate neck so she could feel owned, claimed.

His other hand traced slowly up her waist, cupping one heavy, bouncing breast, rolling the stiff nipple between his fingers before squeezing the soft mound possessively.

"Such a good girl," he whispered hotly against her ear, lips brushing the sensitive shell as he kept thrusting up into her with the same brutal rhythm. "Taking my cock so well like this... Look at you, creaming all over me. This tight little pussy was made for me, wasn’t it?"

Sophie’s head fell back against his shoulder, her silky black hair sticking to her damp skin. The new position was devastating.

Every upward thrust hit even deeper, grinding against that perfect spot inside her while his hand on her throat and the relentless teasing of her breast overwhelmed her senses. She was overstimulated, shaking, completely lost in pleasure.

"Ahh—! Stan—! I’m— I’m cumming again—!" Her voice cracked into a high, keening moan. Her face melted into a perfect ahegao expression, eyes rolling back, tongue slipping out slightly, cheeks flushed crimson, mouth open in pure, mindless bliss.

Her walls clamped down hard around him like a vice, gushing fresh slick heat as she came violently for the second time, body convulsing in his arms.

Stan didn’t stop. He kept fucking her through it, groaning deeply. "That’s it... cum on my cock again, baby. Fuck, you squeeze me so perfectly when you cum."

He pinched her nipple harder, rolling it between his fingers while his hand stayed firm on her throat. Sophie barely had time to come down before another orgasm crashed into her, smaller but sharper, making her sob with pleasure.

"Too much—! Stan— oh god, I can’t stop cumming—!" she wailed, tears of overwhelming ecstasy slipping down her cheeks. Her third orgasm hit her like a wave, leaving her trembling and limp against him, moaning incoherently.

Stan’s breathing grew ragged, his thrusts turning more erratic as he chased his own release. "You feel so fucking good... I’m close, Sophie. Gonna fill you up again."

He released her throat and breast, gripping her hips with both hands once more and slamming into her with desperate, powerful strokes. Pah! Pah! Pah! The sounds were louder, wetter, obscene.

"Fuck—! I’m cumming!" he roared, burying himself to the hilt one final time.

His cock pulsed hard inside her, shooting thick, hot ropes of cum deep into her womb, flooding her already full pussy until it overflowed and dripped down her thighs. He groaned long and low, hips jerking with every spurt as he emptied himself completely.

They collapsed together onto the bed in a sweaty, tangled heap.

Stan rolled slightly to the side so he wouldn’t crush her, but kept his cock buried deep inside her as they spooned. His chest pressed against her back, one arm wrapped possessively around her waist, the other hand gently cupping one of her breasts. Their skin was slick with sweat, hearts pounding in sync, breaths heavy and warm against each other.

Sophie let out a soft, contented sigh, nestling back into him. The feeling was incredibly intimate, his warmth surrounding her, his softening cock still twitching inside her, their mixed fluids slowly leaking between her thighs. She felt full, claimed, and perfectly safe in his arms.

"You’re incredible..." Stan murmured sleepily against her neck, pressing a lazy kiss there. His voice was rough, affectionate. "My beautiful Sophie."

She smiled drowsily, eyes already closing. "Stay like this... don’t pull out yet."

They drifted off like that, spooned tightly together, bodies still joined, the room quiet except for their slowing breaths. The city lights outside continued to glitter, but in here, everything felt warm, intimate, and perfectly complete.

A short while later, Stan stirred awake, still holding her close. He smiled softly at the sight of her peaceful, flushed face and gently brushed a strand of hair from her cheek, content to simply watch her sleep in his arms for a few more moments.

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