//CLARA//
His cock dragged against my walls, his hips ground against my clit with every thrust, his beard scraped against my skin as he kissed me.
I was close, so close, the pressure building inside me like a storm.
"Casimir," I whimpered, my thighs trembling around his waist. "I'm—"
"I know," he growled, his hand sliding between us, his thumb finding my clit. "Come for me, little bird. Let me feel you fall apart."
His words sent me over the edge, my orgasm crashing over me like a wave. I cried out, my back arching as pleasure ripped through me, my pussy clenching around his cock. He groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own release.
"Fuck, Clara," he gasped, his forehead resting against mine. "You feel—"
He didn't finish the sentence. Instead, he pulled out, his cock pinned straight to his belly as he dropped to his knees in front of me.
