The silence stretched for a long, heavy moment, thick with the scent of their shared arousal hanging in the air of Ingrid's dimly lit lounge room. The only sounds were their ragged breaths.
Zaeryn cherished this moment too, he watched Ingrid, her head back, her eyes closed, just feeling the sensation of him buried deep inside her. He could feel her tight, virgin walls pulsing gently around his cock, and his own body was screaming at him to move.
'I can't believe this is happening right now. How lucky am I?' Ingrid thought to herself as she closed her eyes in pleasure. She didn't need to move to feel pleasured by him with how big he was. 'I want… to stay like this… forever.' she thought to herself.
"Okay," she panted, her voice dropping to a low purr. "Moments cherished."
