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ผู้เขียน: Sophie George
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Lena’s POV 🌸

We stayed pressed against the cool glass, breathing hard.

Adrian’s forehead rested against mine as his warm cum painted my stomach and breasts. My legs trembled around his waist, my freshly fucked pussy still throbbing and leaking. I had never felt so exposed, so ruined, and so alive all at once.

“Fuck, Lena,” he rasped, kissing me deeply. “I didn’t expect you to be a virgin… not when you took my cock so greedily.”

My cheeks burned, but another wave of arousal flooded through me.

Adrian lifted me effortlessly and carried me to his bedroom, laying me down on the huge silk-covered bed. He disappeared briefly and returned with a warm, damp towel, gently cleaning his release from my skin with surprising care.

But the tenderness didn’t last long.

His eyes darkened as he looked at my naked, spread body. “I need to taste you properly.”

Before I could respond, Adrian gripped my thighs and pulled me toward the edge of the bed. He dropped to his knees, spread my legs wide, and buried his face between them.

“Oh my God—!” I cried out the moment his hot tongue dragged slowly up my soaked slit.

He groaned loudly against my pussy, the vibration sending shocks through me. “So sweet… so fucking wet,” he murmured, before diving in fully.

His tongue was relentless — licking, sucking, and thrusting inside me with filthy hunger. He devoured me like a man starved, alternating between long, slow strokes and rapid flicks directly on my swollen clit.

“Ahh! Adrian—!” I moaned loudly, my back arching off the bed. My hands flew to his hair, gripping tightly as pleasure overwhelmed me. I had never felt anything like this. His mouth was so hot, so skilled, sucking my clit between his lips while two thick fingers pushed inside me.

“Yes… oh fuck, yes!” I whimpered, hips grinding shamelessly against his face. The wet, obscene sounds of him eating my pussy filled the room, mixing with my desperate moans. Every flick of his tongue made me tremble. Every curl of his fingers against that sensitive spot inside me made me see stars.

Adrian growled against my core, sucking harder. “That’s it, baby. Moan for me. Let me hear how much your naughty virgin pussy loves this.”

I was losing control. My thighs shook around his head as he devoured me without mercy. The pressure built fast and intense.

“Adrian… I’m— I’m going to—!”

My orgasm crashed over me violently. I cried out loudly, almost screaming as my walls clenched hard around his fingers. My entire body shook, hips bucking against his mouth while he continued licking me through every wave, drinking up every drop of my release.

I was still panting and twitching when Adrian rose above me, lips shiny with my juices, eyes burning with raw lust.

He climbed onto the bed, caging me with his powerful body. His thick cock nudged against my sensitive entrance.

“You taste even better than I imagined,” he growled, then pushed inside me in one deep stroke.

I moaned loudly again, the stretch still intense but now mixed with overwhelming pleasure. “Adrian… it’s so deep!”

He started fucking me with slow, powerful thrusts, watching my face the entire time. Every stroke dragged against my sensitive walls, drawing fresh whimpers and moans from my throat.

“Look at you,” he rasped, voice strained with pleasure. “Moaning so sweetly while this tight little pussy creams all over my cock. My naughty virgin.”

My nails dug into his back as his pace gradually increased. The bed creaked beneath us. My moans grew shameless — loud, breathy, and desperate. Another orgasm was already building fast.

Adrian kissed me hungrily, swallowing my cries as he drove into me harder. “Come for me again, Lena. Let me feel you.”

I shattered around him with a broken moan, my pussy pulsing wildly. Adrian groaned, thrusting a few more times before pulling out and spilling hot ropes of cum across my stomach and thighs.

We collapsed together, sweaty and breathing heavily.

Reality slowly crept back in. It was past 2 a.m. Cleo was home alone. I had gone way too far tonight.

“I… I really need to go home,” I whispered, voice hoarse from moaning.

Adrian pulled me against his chest, his hand possessively stroking my bare hip. “Stay the night,” he said firmly. “I’ll handle everything. I shook my head, already reaching for my clothes. “No. I can’t. This… this was amazing, but I have responsibilities.

Adrian watched me dress, his expression unreadable. “You don’t have to do everything alone.”

“I do,” I said quietly, zipping up my delivery jacket with trembling fingers. “At least for now.”

He got up and walked me to the door, still completely naked and unashamed. Before I stepped out, he pulled me into one last deep kiss.

“This isn’t over,” he murmured against my lips. “Not even close.”

I didn’t answer. I just slipped out and took the elevator down, legs shaky and panties soaked with the evidence of what we’d done.

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