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Caesar's POV

Vera tilted back, hips pressing insistently against my mouth, grinding and rolling over me, dragging my tongue deep inside her tight, slick core. I thrust, curling and flicking my tongue against the walls that clenched and pulsed around me, stroking the spot that made her shiver violently. My hand cupped her breast, kneading and squeezing, fingers pressing into the taut flesh as her belly drew in sharply, a tremor rolling through her, and a ragged, broken moan tore from her throat.

“Ah… Caesar… yes… just like that…” She gasped, voice trembling, breath hitching as she pressed harder into me, hips bucking, desperate for more.

“You like that, little fire?” I mumbled, voice low and rough, tongue sliding, curling, and pressing inside her core, tracing the sensitive ridges that made her whimper. “Tell me you love it.”

“Yes… I love it, Caesar… Please… Don’t stop… I love it…” She responded, rocking her hips insistently into my mouth, grinding closer, chasing every flick, every push of my tongue as I teased her relentlessly.

I pulled back slowly, letting her quiver in desperate need before replacing my tongue with my hand. My fingers slipped inside her slick, tight channel, gliding and curling along the pulsing ridges that clenched instinctively around me. I drew them back just enough to feel the slick warmth cling to my finger, then pushed them forward again, thrusting back in, coaxing trembles and whimpers from her.

My tongue moved to her clit, circling and flicking, swirling over the sensitive nub, pressing with rhythmic insistence, teasing her into shivers that ran through her entire body as I thrust my finger in and out of her cunt, dipping and curling at the spot that made her gasp uncontrollably.

“Caesar… please… I need more,” she gasped, fingers tangling in my hair, tugging me closer, voice trembling with longing.

“You’ll get it, little fire,” I murmured, my tongue flicking and circling her clit while my finger pumped in and out of her core.

Her back arched violently, hips pressing hard into my hand, muscles clenching around my fingers as ragged moans spilled freely from her lips. “I… can’t… hold it…” she whimpered, shivering, and I twisted my fingers, curling them deeper into her core as I pressed my mouth to her cunt, letting my lips brush over the sensitive folds, my tongue swirling and flicking over her clit. “Then don’t hold back, my little flame,” I added, pressing deeper, pumping faster, matching each movement with the strokes of my tongue.

“Oh… god… yes…” She moaned, hips jerking insistently against my hand, grinding herself closer, chasing every stroke, every flick, every press. Her fingers tangled in my hair, tugging as she arched further, pressing herself into the heat of my mouth and the firm, insistent thrusts of my fingers.

Her cunt practically drenched me with her release, warm, slick, and sticky, the scent and taste of her arousal thick and intoxicating, coating my tongue and fingers. “Please… don’t stop, Caesar…” she whimpered, voice trembling, hips pressing frantically.

I shifted, letting my finger press deep inside her, curling and thrusting into her tight, slick channel with a slow pressure, then picking up rhythm, pounding her core in quickly, making her back arch violently. Her walls clenched around my finger, pulsing and tightening with each thrust, dragging ragged gasps and desperate whimpers from her lips.

I pulled back slightly, letting my thumb curve upward, flicking her swollen clit while my finger continued pounding into her tight channel. Her hips jerked and rolled, fingers tangling in my hair, back arching as her body writhed under the dual assault, shivering and gasping with need.

I pressed deeper, curling my finger inside her, pumping even harder, letting her slick walls cling and pulse around it. My thumb circled and flicked her clit, pressing and sweeping in sync with my thrusts, driving her closer to the edge, making her tremble, writhe, and moan helplessly under the delicious torment I controlled.

“Oh… god… Caesar… Don’t stop,” she whimpered, hips rolling and bucking into my fingers, grinding insistently, desperate for the exquisite sensation I offered yet denied.

“Not yet, my little flame… Hold it for me,” I murmured, pressing my fingers deeper into her slick channel, pumping in long, purposeful strokes while my thumb danced over her clit, teasing and flicking, coaxing ragged gasps and whines from her lips.

“Please… please, Caesar…” She gasped, voice ragged, hips pressing and rolling on their own, grinding insistently against my hand, desperate for release. I held her steady, plunging my fingers deep into her slick, tight channel, curling and flexing to trace the sensitive ridges of her core. My thumb pressed and flicked her swollen clit, stroking and circling in rhythm with the thrusts of my fingers, drawing shuddering moans from her lips as her body trembled.

“Oh… fuck… yes… don’t stop…” she begged, breathless and trembling. I slid my tongue back against her, pressing it flat over her clit, swirling and sucking, following the same teasing rhythm as my fingers.

I traced her clit with the tip of my tongue, flicking and circling while my fingers drove deep inside her, thrusting in and out of her wet slippery cunt.

“Caesar…” she gasped, voice trembling, raw, and desperate, fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer, urging me deeper. I twisted and flexed my fingers inside her, plunging into the heat that clenched around me, while my thumb circled and flicked her swollen clit, my tongue joining in, tracing and teasing in perfect rhythm. Shivers raced down her spine, her body quaking and trembling beneath me, pressing into my mouth and fingers as I drove deeper and faster.

“Oh… god… Caesar… yes… harder…” She whimpered, hips rocking frantically, desperate for the exquisite torment I delivered. I didn’t relent. My fingers thrust and withdrew with relentless speed, curling and flexing inside her, pressing into the spot that made her tremble uncontrollably. My tongue flicked and swirled over her clit, syncing perfectly with my fingers as I pushed her higher, every motion designed to draw ragged gasps and helpless moans from her lips.

I sank my fingers deeper, curling and thrusting into her slick, tight core. “Caesar… oh… yes… please…” she whimpered, pressing insistently, driving herself against the sensations I delivered. Every pulse of her core clenched and clung to my fingers, every grind pressed into my hand, and I drove deeper, thrusting with force, curling and flexing to hit the spot deep in her core.

Her body trembled and quaked yet I held her on the edge, letting her walls pulse and squeeze, clinging to my fingers, desperate for release she could not have. Then, slowly, I drew my fingers out, slick and glistening, leaving her trembling, aching and frustrated.

I pressed my lips against the warm, soft skin of her inner thigh, my voice low and possessive, vibrating against her. “Did I ask you to cum, kitten?”

She whimpered, biting her lower lip, trembling, hips pressing into nothing, desperate for my touch. “N-no… Please… Don’t stop, Caesar… Let me cum, please,” she begged, pressing herself into me, craving the return of my fingers, my tongue, and the exquisite torment only I could give.

I spread her open wider with my fingers, letting my tongue dive deep into her pulsing core. I licked along the slick, heated walls, sliding over the tight, quivering channel, savoring her as her moans spiraled frantic and desperate. My saliva mingled with her wetness, coating my tongue and fingers in her intoxicating scent and taste, making her impossibly slippery.

I pulled back briefly, just enough to watch her glistening, trembling cunt quiver in want, then returned, dragging my tongue across her swollen clit in slow circles. My middle finger plunged back into her tight, shivering core, curling and pressing against the ridges that clenched instinctively around me. She arched violently, hips lifting, spreading herself wider, body quivering.

I began pumping steadily, sinking fully, then withdrawing just enough to tease, thrusting with rhythmic insistence that drove her crazy. My thumb rolled and flicked over her clit in perfect sync with each stroke, coaxing ragged whines and desperate gasps from her lips. Her muscles clenched and pulsed, gripping my finger as if trying to pull me in deeper, desperate for more.

Her legs trembled violently, one pressing against the wall, hips rolling and bucking, grinding insistently into my fingers. “Oh… Caesar… please… I can’t…” she moaned, voice breaking, trembling as her body pressed hard into mine, craving for every movement I gave.

I held her at the edge, prolonging the exquisite torment, pressing her higher with controlled, calculated thrusts, letting her orgasm build and writhe in suspended ecstasy without letting her release. Her cries echoed against the tiles, raw and frantic, winding the coil of tension tighter inside her, nearly unbearable, as her juices dripped out into my hands.

Leaning closer, I latched my mouth onto her swollen clit, sucking with wet insistence, sliding my tongue over the tip in teasing, flicking strokes even as my finger plunged deeper into her slick core. I alternated between curling and pressing inside her, tracing the sensitive ridges of her channel, and circling her clit with precise, rhythmic flicks.

“Caesar… please… I can’t hold it anymore… Let me—please, let me cum…” She begged, voice ragged, breath hitching, pressing her hips desperately into my fingers.

“Not yet, little flame… Hold it… all in for me,” I murmured, tongue and fingers relentless, drawing out the tension, keeping her suspended on the edge, shivering and quivering, utterly undone. I wasn't ready to let her cum, not now and not yet soon.

“Please… oh god… I need it… I’m so close… I can’t…” She cried, nails digging and body trembling violently, pressing herself desperately into my mouth and fingers, begging for the release only I could give.

I groaned low against her and plunged my finger even deeper into her tight, slick channel, curling and thrusting with a quick, insistent rhythm. Her back arched violently, hips bucking and grinding into my hand, and body writhing as shivers and ragged moans tore from her lips. Her slick, quivering walls clung to my fingers, pulsing and squeezing, pulling me deeper into the intoxicating heat and taste of her arousal.

“Not yet, my little flame,” I murmured, voice low and possessive, pressing her closer to the edge but denying her release. “Hold it for me… You’re mine to drive wild.”

Her back arched higher, hips rolling and pressing harder, nails digging into me, moans and whimpers spilling in a continuous, desperate stream. “Caesar… I… I’m going to…” she gasped, voice breaking, trembling violently.

I thrust faster and deeper, curling my fingers to hit the spot that made her shiver uncontrollably while my tongue flicked and swirled over her clit in perfect sync. Wet, slick sounds filled the air as her body convulsed in waves of pleasure, hips bucking frantically, back arching, every inch drenched and trembling, juices spilling down onto the bathroom floor as I drove her to the brink and kept her suspended in exquisite torment.

“Oh… Caesar…” She gasped, back arching, chest rising and falling in ragged pants. Fingers tangled in my hair, tugging me closer, urging me to press harder, while her slick walls clenched and pulsed around my fingers, gripping with urgent insistence.

I responded without a word, pumping deeper, thumb flicking and rolling her clit in perfect rhythm with the thrusts inside her. My cock hardened as I drove in and out, feeling her heat cling, pulse, and contract around my fingers, while my tongue swirled and flicked over her clit, faster and more insistent, pushing her toward desperate, frantic need.

I lifted my face to look up at hers, eyes locking on hers. “Do you want to cum for me, my little fire?” I asked, voice thick with heat.

Her breath hitched, lips trembling and parting. “Yesss… please… I need to cum, Caesar…” she gasped, pressing herself desperately into me, body quivering, craving every inch of contact and sensation I delivered.

I curved my hand, letting my thumb roll and flick over her swollen clit while my middle finger plunged deep into her core, thrusting urgently. I leaned my face back slightly, watching her walls pulse and clench around my fingers, each squeeze and tremble drawing ragged moans from her lips.

My cock throbbed, imagining the tight heat clutching around me as I thrust deep into her sensitive cunt, pumping in and out with urgent, powerful strokes, driving myself closer to the edge as her body convulsed with need, every tremor and arch urging me further.

“Do it… Let your pussy cum for me, my little flame,” I ordered as my fingers pressed deeper inside her, curling and stroking against the sensitive ridges, pumping relentlessly. Her body stiffened, shuddering violently, quaking and bucking as the first waves of her release tore through her, slick heat spilling around my fingers.

Her back arched violently, nails digging into me, breath breaking into short, desperate gasps. “I… I’m… cumm..oh god…” she cried, hips rocking and grinding against me, pressing herself urgently into my touch, riding the waves I was creating. I held her suspended at the edge, curling and pumping my fingers deep inside her, pressing and flexing against the spot that made her shiver violently.

“That’s it, little flame… keep cumin for me,” I murmured low as her walls tightened and pulsed around me.

Finally, her body convulsed violently, releasing crashing, shattering waves through her. Her moans tore from her throat, high, ragged, and desperate, as I maintained my relentless pace, my finger curling and pumping deep into her slick, quivering core, thumb flicking and swirling over her clit, dragging out every last of her release out of her while she moaned as waves of bliss tore through her.

Then I yanked my fingers free sharply, the sudden motion making her walls clamp reflexively, and she erupted harder than I had ever seen, squirting from her core. Her hips bucked violently, back arching, quivering as wave after wave of pleasure tore through her. I watched, captivated, as her body shook, drenched and glistening with her juices, sending a shiver down my spine, cock straining, aching at the thought of plunging into her tight, trembling heat.

Her breath came in ragged, desperate gasps, her voice trembling with need. “Caesar… oh… fuck… that’s… so good…” She whimpered, thrusting forward, searching for my touch, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of release. The sight of her satisfaction, the way she clung to the lingering waves of pleasure, made my cock throb with need, yet I held myself back.

Though, my cock loosened slightly at the satisfaction of bringing her to that shattering release and the sight alone was enough to send me teetering on the edge without me needing to fuck her.

“Good girl… my little fire,”

I leaned closer, trailing my fingers over her slick, pulsing folds, letting her wetness slide across my hands, dripping and pooling onto the bathroom floor. My thumb paused and circled her swollen clit teasingly before I pulled back just enough to watch her walls clench and quiver from the lingering spasms of her orgasm.

I pressed my mouth back to her cunt, my lips and tongue sucking at her slick cunt, moaning softly as I lapped up the flood of her arousal coating me. My tongue traced every fold, gliding over the twitching heat, while my fingers spread her wider, parting her wet lips to give me full access. I flicked, pressed, sucked, and teased her clit, then plunged my tongue deep into her core, gliding over the folds that clenched instinctively, pulling shivers and ragged, desperate cries from her trembling body.

“Caesar… oh… god… Don’t stop,” she whimpered, hips pressing insistently into my mouth, fingers tangling in my hair, tugging me closer, begging me to consume her fully.

I chuckled darkly against her slick skin. “Not yet, my little flame… I’m not done with you,” I murmured, dragging my lips along every slick fold of her pussy, letting my tongue trace long, strokes over the quivering, wet heat.

I groaned low, tasting her arousal clinging to my tongue, letting the musky, intoxicating flavor drive me further. “You taste too perfect, my sweet little flame… all mine,” I whispered, pressing the tip of my tongue deep into her core, swirling over it. My fingers spread her lips wider, parting her fully as I pulled out my tongue and sucked her clit, taking in the thick, sweet nectar pooling between her thighs.

“Oh… Caesar… god… yes… right there…” She moaned, pressing her cunt into my face.

I growled low, “That’s it, my naughty little flame… Let me hear you lose yourself for me… Such a perfect little pussy for me, my flame… You taste so fucking good,” I murmured, devouring her slick. Her slick juices coated my lips as I did so, most of them dripping down my chin, warm and intoxicating, as she bucked and trembled against me.

I pulled back finally and she sagged against the bathroom wall, chest heaving, drenched, trembling in my hands. I inhaled the musky, sweet scent clinging to her and licked my lips tasting the lingering warmth of her arousal, intoxicating and addictive before rising to meet her gaze. Her lips were parted, cheeks flushed, eyes hooded with heat and desire, and A low, satisfied growl rumbled from my chest. “That’s my naughty little flame… mine entirely,” I whispered, brushing my lips against her ear.

I reached for the shower handle, turning it on again. Warm water cascaded over us, steam curling around our bodies like a sensual veil, washing over the slick traces of our play while heightening the ache pulsing through me.

I leaned down, tilting my head, capturing her lips in a lingering kiss, pressing firmly while slipping my tongue inside hers, tasting her, exploring the wet, heated depths of her mouth slowly. Her tongue met mine, probing and brushing insistently against me as the warm water sluiced over our entwined bodies, slicking us together and amplifying every nerve. I pressed her against the wall, deepening the kiss, letting it grow hungrier and harder. She moaned softly into my mouth, tasting herself on my tongue.

Her hands wandered up my chest, fingertips gliding over taut ridges of muscle slick with water. She reached for my forearms, squeezing where she could, clutching as if to anchor herself to me. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her tightly, tangling my fingers in her hair, tilting her head back, and deepening the kiss. Our mouths moved with a wet, demanding rhythm, tongues brushing, pressing, exploring, tasting the heat and slickness between us.

I pressed closer and her chest pressed firmly against mine, my hard cock pressing against her stomach, sending sharp pulses of ache through me. My hand tangled in her hair as I kissed her while my other hand cupped and kneaded her ass, pulling her fully into the warmth of my body, squeezing her cheeks tight as the water ran over us, soaking, slick, and utterly consumed in the heat of our shared hunger.

Her moans came soft and ragged, breath hot and uneven against mine, body shivering as my hips pressed deliberately into hers. The slick friction of her curves against me sent sharp jolts of desire pooling low in my belly. Her hand slid down from my arm, gliding over my chest toward my cock, grazing the hardness straining beneath my skin, but I pulled back before she could wrap her fingers around it. She would have driven me crazy with her hands on my dick.

“We should step out soon. I don’t want you catching a cold, my naughty little flame.”

“Caesar… please… I’m yours… I’m so wet for you… I need you inside me… Do whatever you want with me now,” she begged, voice trembling, quivering with desperation and desire.

I cupped the side of her fac