The pose accentuated every curve—her enormous breasts thrusting upward, nipples pointing to the ceiling like dark peaks; her waist dipping dramatically, hips elevated like an offering; her ass cheeks clenching slightly to hold the position, thighs quivering with effort. Her pussy, slick and pink, was perfectly aligned for him, glistening in the morning light.
He knelt between her spread legs, his hands caressing her inner thighs first, feeling the smooth, warm skin, tracing up to her hips to steady her.
"You're stunning like this, Seraphina... so open, so ready. Hold that bridge—I'm going to fuck you deep."
As the dawn light softened into a gentle morning glow, filtering through the sheer curtains like a lover's whisper, the room remained a sanctuary of unbridled passion.
The air was thick with the lingering scent of their exertions—sweat-slicked skin, the musky essence of arousal, and the faint, sweet burn of extinguished candles.
