Kafka's restraint shattered as the primal urge to possess her took over.
He started fucking her with a wild, desperate energy, each thrust deeper and more forceful than the last. "Fuck, Camila, your pussy!" He growled, his voice a mix of awe and lust. "It's so tight, so fucking perfect. It doesn't feel like a mother's pussy at all, it's like I'm taking a virgin."
"Ohhh!♡~ Yesss!♡~ Mmm, yes!♡~ Aahhh!♡~ Unghhh!♡~ Mmm!♡~"
Camila's moans were loud, her body responding to his every movement, her own words coming out in heated gasps.
"Because you're stretching me, Kafka, making me feel like it's my first time!♡~" She panted, her voice laced with both pleasure and challenge. "You're the only one who can make me feel this new, this raw!♡~"
His hands moved to grip her thighs, pulling her down onto him with each upward thrust. "I love how you clench around me, trying to keep me in." He said, his voice a dark promise. "Your pussy's begging to be filled, to be bred by me."
