He began to move his hips slowly.
"Ah, nn... nn, ah, nnn..."
I closed my eyes, letting the sensations wash over me. His thick glans, swollen and slick, rubbed against my inner walls, pushing through the folds of my pussy with every stroke. Each time he slid in, the friction sent shivers down my legs, making them tremble with pleasure.
"Nn, ah, nn... ah, ah, ah..."
Gradually, his pace picked up, his thrusts growing harder, more forceful.
"Aah, L-Leon..."
As his rhythm changed, the pleasure in me swelled, rising fast, and the glass in front of me fogged up from my heavy breaths. I caught a glimpse of him in the mirror—his face twisted into a terrifying grin. He looked wicked, dangerous even, but god, I loved him for it. That intense expression only made him more handsome to me.
