Chapter 23 - The Sweet and Bitter Life of an Awakened One - V
"Looks like the young master's still got plenty of stamina," Dália purred, reclining against Glenn's chest, her slick folds brushing against his hard shaft. "That's just perfect... let's go for another round."
'This is it. I'm finally going to lose my virginity...'
A deep groan escaped my lips as pleasure engulfed me.
Dália moved slowly, agonizingly so, easing just the head of my cock inside her. The heat, the wetness, her walls pulsed and clung to me as if savoring every inch. It felt like a thousand soft lips kissing my tip, pulling me deeper into bliss.
"Fuuuck..." I gasped.
She sank down in a torturously slow rhythm, her breath hitching as she took me inch by inch.
Her pussy clenched around me, the tightness unbearable, as if searching for any part of my cock that wasn't drowning in pleasure and flooding it with sensation.
"Nnnh... gods, you're stretching me so much," Dália whimpered, tossing her head back. A deep flush colored her snow-white cheeks, and she bit her lower lip so hard it looked like she might draw blood.
With one last downward push, she took me to the base, burying my entire length inside her. Her firm, flawless ass rested against my thighs, her body melting against my chest. A deep, shuddering sigh left her lips.
"So deep... I can feel you pressing against my womb," she whispered, shivering.
Her arms wrapped tightly around my shoulders, and then she started to move.