Kafka groaned, his hands steady on Nina's hips as he thrust slowly inside her, his cock enveloped by her tight, pulsing heat.
"Oh, Nina—you feel so good." He said, his voice rough with pleasure as he looked down at her, his eyes glinting with awe. "Your pussy's so tight—tighter than anything I've ever felt. It's incredible, like you're gripping me harder than I thought possible."
A playful smirk tugged at his lips as he added,
"Must be that athletic build of yours—those strong muscles making your pussy a damn vice."
Nina's cheeks flushed a deeper red, her eyes widening as a shy smile flickered across her face, her body trembling beneath him.
"Kafka, please don't tease me like that." She murmured, her voice soft and bashful as she averted her gaze, milk still leaking from her breasts in faint streams. "I-I'm already struggling to not cry out from how full I feel down there like someone as rammed a damn flagpole up my hole and your words aren't helping me at all."
