Chapter 434: Satisfying The Women (1) Josephine, Belle, Alina, and Xena
"Mnnh!" Josephine’s lips were soft, her tongue already darting between his, hungry for his taste. Her breaths were heavy, laced with desire as she explored his mouth. His hands moved along her back, tracing the contours of her body, feeling every curve through the fabric of her clothing. He tugged at her clothes, pulling at the bindings, the need to feel her skin against his growing urgent. As she pulled away, gasping for breath, he could see the flush of arousal on her cheeks, the yearning in her eyes mirroring his own.
"Lyan..."
He didn’t need any further invitation. Swiftly, he pulled her shirt over her head, revealing her breasts, pert and inviting. His hands were immediately upon them, kneading the soft flesh, eliciting soft moans from her. Her nipples hardened under his touch, and he leaned down, taking one into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it, teasing. Her moans grew louder, her hands gripping his shoulders tightly. As he switched to her other breast, his hands worked at the waistband of her pants, sliding them down, revealing the wetness between her legs.
Josephine’s hips bucked as his fingers found her core, stroking her gently, then more urgently. She threw her head back, her chest heaving with her ragged breaths. "Lyan, do me wild..." she whimpered, her body trembling with need.
He laid her down, his hand never leaving her sex, his fingers pushing deeper, curling inside her. She arched her back, pressing against him, her pleasure evident in her cries. But he wanted to taste more of her. Moving down, he replaced his fingers with his tongue, licking and sucking at her most sensitive spot. Her legs wrapped around him, pulling him closer, her hips grinding against his mouth as she chased her climax. She came hard, her body shuddering, her voice hoarse with ecstasy.
But Lyan was far from done. Positioning himself above her, he kissed her deeply, his tongue invading her mouth once more. He pushed inside her, her wetness enveloping him, her body arching to meet his.
"OOOHHH!!" Josephine screamed, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as Lyan started to pound her wildly.
"Oooh! Ooooh! Ooooh! Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck me, Lyan! Fuck me harder!"
Their bodies moved together, a frantic rhythm of need and desire. He angled his thrusts, hitting spots within her that made her toes curl. She raked her nails down his back, urging him on, her voice a litany of his name and profanities. Sweat beaded on their skin, the sounds of their lovemaking filling the tent, their moans and the slap of skin against skin a symphony of their shared passion. As she came again, her walls clenching around him, he couldn’t hold back any longer. With a guttural groan, he released, filling her with his seed.