KING RYKERR & AYLA The King moved slowly, positioning himself right at her center. He leaned on one elbow while his other hand stroked his hard, thick length. The tip of him was already red and dripping. Gently, he rubbed it along her wet, slippery entrance. He was careful, teasing her softly. Each time he touched her there, her body arched up, silently begging him for more. Ayla was losing control. Her body wanted him badly. She needed him inside her. Now. But King Rykerr was taking his time. He knew exactly what he was doing. He wasn’t just teasing her for fun, he knew he was too big for her. He didn’t want to hurt her, so he kept rubbing himself along her soaked folds, gathering more of her wetness to make it easier when the time finally came. “Please… I need you. Please,” Ayla begged, tears in her eyes. Her voice was desperate, trembling. He let out a soft chuckle. His eyes, full of hunger, still held a softness only for her. “Relax, my dear,” he whispered in a deep voice,
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