Chapter 721: Kissing The Womb

The wet sound of their bodies meeting filled the quiet space under the canopy with a thick filthy slap. Zeyra let out a broken moan that rose higher at the end.

Her pussy clenched hard around the returning length, the soft walls gripping and fluttering as if trying to keep him inside.

But there’s no way he was gonna stop now. He fucked her with deep, heavy strokes, as if to vent all of previous pent up excitement.

Each thrust drove the full length of his cock into the scorching heat of her cunt. Each withdrawal dragged the swollen head along her silky walls before he slammed forward again.

The angle with her legs folded over his shoulders tilted her hips upward and let him reach deeper than usual.

The blunt tip of his cock pressed against the softest most hidden places inside her on every inward stroke. He felt the slight surrender of tissue that marked the approach to her womb, a firm yet yielding barrier that his cock kissed with firm repeated pressure every time he bottomed out.

The sensation was addictive.

Her inner walls were incredibly soft and wet yet they gripped him with living strength.

The flesh molded around every ridge and vein of his cock on the way in and clung tightly on the way out. Every time he buried himself to the hilt the muscles fluttered and milked him in tight rhythmic pulses that started near her entrance and traveled upward along his shaft.

He could feel the rapid beat of her heart transmitted through the thin walls of her pussy, a quick warm flutter that matched the pace of her breathing and grew faster as he continued.

The heat was scorching and seems to be getting more and more intense. It soaked into his cock and made the pleasure heavier and more concentrated with every stroke.

Zeyra’s sounds grew louder and less controlled.

Soft broken moans turned into higher shakier cries each time he drove deep.

Her hands left the moss and found his arms, fingers digging into the hard muscle as she held on. Her hips tried to lift and meet his thrusts even while her body still adjusted to the thick repeated stretch.

The wet slap of skin on skin grew more pronounced and filthy. Fresh juices spilled out around the base of his cock on every withdrawal, running down the crack of her ass in warm shiny trails and soaking into the moss beneath them.

The scent of her arousal seeped into the ground mixing with the natural green smell of crushed plants and the warmer musk of their joined bodies.

Sol kept the pace deep and steady, savoring every detail. The way her pussy stretched open around the thick base of his cock until the soft outer lips were pulled tight and shiny.

The way those same lips clung to him when he withdrew, dragging along his shaft before releasing with a wet sound.

The way the head of his cock nudged that deep inner place again and again, pressing against the soft entrance to her womb with firm repeated force.

Each time he reached that depth a stronger spasm ran through her entire cunt. Her thighs tightened on his shoulders.

Her breath hitched into short desperate sounds.

"Fuck... so deep," Zeyra managed between broken moans. Her voice was rough and unsteady, almost lost under the wet sounds of their bodies. "I can feel you... right there... against it..."

Sol answered with another hard thrust that buried him completely. He stayed locked against her for a second longer than usual, grinding his hips in a small tight circle so the head of his cock rubbed firmly against that soft inner barrier.

Zeyra’s back arched hard off the moss.

A broken cry left her throat. Her pussy clamped down in a series of strong rhythmic contractions that tried to milk every inch of him.

He resumed the rhythm but harder now.

The strokes became more powerful and slightly faster. He pulled back farther until the head of his cock stretched her entrance wide, then drove in with more force.

The wet impact of their bodies grew louder in the jungle air.

Every thrust forced a fresh broken sound out of her. Every deep press against her womb made her inner walls flutter and squeeze with greater strength.

The pleasure built steadily in his core, heavy and concentrated at the base of his spine. He could feel the tight living heat of her cunt working along every inch of his cock, the soft flesh molding to him on the way in and clinging desperately on the way out

Sweat began to form on both of them.

Fine beads gathered on Zeyra’s forehead and between her flushed breasts, running down the soft pale skin in thin trails.

Sol’s back and shoulders carried a light sheen that caught the dappled light. The air between them grew warmer. He kept fucking her without pause, lost in the pure physical enjoyment of being buried inside her again and again, of feeling her body open for him and then try to hold him at the deepest point.

He varied the angle slightly by shifting his hips.

The change made the head of his cock drag along different parts of her front wall on the inward stroke. The new pressure drew sharper higher cries from her. Her fingers dug harder into his arms.

The deep pressure against her womb increased more and more, as if it would be breached any moment.

Every full thrust brought the blunt tip of his cock into firm contact with that soft inner place. He felt the resistance slowly decreasing, the way the tissue yielded more and more under the force of his stroke, and the way her entire pussy reacted with a stronger full-length clench each time.

Zeyra’s breathing turned into short desperate pants broken by moans.

Her eyes had gone glassy again, focused on his face for a moment and then unfocused as another deep thrust stole her attention.

Soft broken words slipped out between her sounds. His name. Short curses. Half-formed pleas for more and deeper.