REJECTED LUNA RETURNS FOR WAR!
Sweat slicked our skin, our bodies slapping together in a rhythm that drowned out everything else—the wedding preparations, the ghosts of the past, the empty ache of loss.
When I came, it was with a guttural roar, spilling deep inside her, my cock pulsing as I filled her with my seed. She followed moments later, her pussy clenching around me, milking every drop as waves of pleasure tore through her.
We collapsed together, tangled and spent, her head on my chest as our heartbeats slowed to match.
Clara traced lazy patterns on my skin, her touch grounding me.
"I love you," she said simply, no demands, no expectations—just truth.