Chapter 118: TUNA continues
Eren’s eyes locked onto Kiran’s, a silent agreement passing between them. His dick, hot and ready, hovered at the entrance of her wet pussy. He leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. "Ready?" he whispered, his voice thick with desire.
Kiran’s answer was a soft moan, a slight lift of her hips. He took that as his cue. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, he pushed forward. The tip of his dick met her wet opening, a soft press against her tender flesh. He heard her sharp intake of breath, a little gasp that made his own body tense with anticipation.
He pushed a little more, just enough for the head of his cock to slide inside, stretching her gently. He felt the warmth, the incredible wetness wrapping around him. It was a snug fit, soft and yielding, yet firm enough to send shivers through him. He paused, letting them both adjust to the new feeling, savoring the profound connection.
"Ohh... Eren... yes," Kiran breathed, her voice a soft, drawn-out sound of pure pleasure. Her fingers, still tangled in his hair, gave a gentle tug, pulling his face closer. He could see the intense desire in her mismatched eyes, a wild hunger that mirrored his own.
Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, Eren pushed deeper. Inch by agonizing inch, his dick slid further into her. He felt her inner walls grip him, a hot, wet embrace that made his muscles clench. He gritted his teeth, holding back a groan, wanting to make this moment last. He watched her face, watched her eyes, seeing the pleasure bloom there. Her body began to tremble, a soft, rhythmic shudder that spread through her limbs.
"Mmm... you feel... so good... so full," she whispered, her voice rough with feeling. Her legs tightened around his hips, pulling him deeper still.
He pulled back a little, almost out, then pushed in again, a little faster this time. Slow... then fast. The contrast made her gasp again, a sharp, eager sound. He kept this rhythm, a slow push, then a quick, powerful thrust. Her body responded instantly, arching up to meet him with each push.
As he moved, Eren also used his hands. One hand went to her hip, holding her steady, allowing him to control the angle. His thumb brushed over her sensitive hip bone, sending small sparks through her. His other hand slid lower, finding her pussy lips, gently spreading them wider, giving his dick even better access to her throbbing core. He could feel the wetness coating his fingers, the liquid warmth that was already flowing freely from her.
Kiran was wetting so badly now that he could feel the moisture sloshing between their bodies with each thrust. It wasn’t just dampness; it was a clear sign of her intense arousal, a warm, slick rush that made every movement even more thrilling. The soft sounds of their bodies meeting, the wet slaps of flesh, filled the chamber, mixed with her increasingly desperate moans.
"Ahhh... Eren! Faster... oh, god... faster!" she cried out, her voice rising in pitch, losing its usual controlled purr, becoming raw with need. Her silver-white hair thrashed against the dark pillows, framing her flushed face.
He picked up the pace, pushing deeper, harder, his hips slamming against hers. He felt the pure power of their connection, the way their bodies fit perfectly, designed for this wild dance. He plunged into her again and again, his dick finding her deepest point, drawing a long, drawn-out groan from her.
His fingers, still exploring, found her clit. He pressed his thumb lightly against it, rubbing it gently as he continued to thrust. Kiran gasped, her body seizing with renewed pleasure. "Yesss! There... oh, Eren! Don’t stop!" Her legs wrapped tighter around his waist, pulling him in even closer, urging him to take everything she had to offer.