Even though Malyn spoke as if she were sulking, she didn’t stop pulling Layla closer. Eventually Layla fell forward, draping herself over Malyn’s body.  Layla’s hands were on either side of her head and her p*nis was halfway inside. Malyn turned her head, brushing her hair aside with her fingertips to expose her neck as she spoke.

“Kiss me here.”

On the other side of her neck was a clear mark where the king had choked her last night. Layla buried his breath in Malyn’s neck, his eyes glazing over the reddened spot. At the same time his p*nis filled her inner walls.

“Argh!”

Malyn let out an involuntary moan. When it was halfway in, she thought it would slide in easily, given how wet she was, but Layla’s p*nis was bigger than she had expected. The length was one thing, but the thickness was overwhelming. It felt like her p*ssy was going to tear… but even with that thought Malyn didn’t stop Layla. The p*nis that was digging into her v*gina seemed to be clumsily exploring her insides, but it was getting bigger and bigger.

“Ugh, just a little bit… … .”

Layla seemed to be getting the hang of it. The very act of pulling back a little and then pushing deeper into her again showed as much. Each time he moved inside her, gradually widening the path, Malyn’s body twisted instinctively and soft moans escaped her lips. As his p*nis grew thicker and larger, Layla also seemed nervous and uncertain, a light bead of sweat forming on his forehead. Panting, Malyn pulled Layla’s hips even closer, wrapping her legs tightly around him. But Layla still hadn’t entered completely.

“It’s too narrow inside… … .”

“Slower, more…” … .”

“Ugh… … .”

Layla’s breathing grew heavier instead of calmer. Malyn lay on the bed, staring at the man above her, his d*ck constantly sliding in and out of her hole. Dressed in women’s clothes, her long hair damp and messy, she looked dishevelled. To others it might have seemed strange, even bizarre, but somehow Malyn felt a throbbing sensation in her p*ssy. With each shallow thrust, her moans became subtly sweeter.

Saliva pooled in her mouth. Before she could swallow, their lips met again and eventually Layla was completely inside her, their hips pressed tightly together. Malyn reached out, touching her own hip and the entrance to her p*ssy. The full, rounded shape of Layla’s sac and his p*nis clearly filled her completely. Layla, breathing heavily, took her hand and raised it above her head. Malyn smiled and tried to touch his chest with her other hand, but he caught it too, holding her wrists together with one hand.

“What do you want to check?”

“I can’t quite believe it…”

“Oh.”

Layla laughed briefly at her words and pulled his hips back. Malyn understood immediately what that meant. Before she could utter anything other than “oh”, Layla thrust his d*ck deeper into her.

“Ugh!”

It wasn’t just one movement.

Puck, puck, puck…

His p*nis, as big as a mirror, slid in and out of her smoothly. With each powerful thrust, her entire body shook, as if it were splitting apart. With her hands pinned above her, she couldn’t playfully resist. In no time her eyes filled with tears and the mischievous smile vanished from her face.

“Ah… ugh… ha, ha… ah!”

“Even after this, you still don’t believe it?”

With his other hand, he smeared his fingers with saliva and gently rubbed her cl*t as he continued his steady thrusts from behind. It drove Marley wild, her whole body twisting as she tried to pull away, but Layla’s strength held her in place. Saliva trickled from the corner of his mouth, stinging where it touched a sore spot, but she barely noticed. Down below, more wetness continued to flow and her cl*t had long since swollen and become sensitive. Before she knew it, Malyn was sobbing softly.

“Ugh, uhhh, please. Yeah, hehe… … .”

She didn’t even know what to beg for anymore. Even when she’d been attacked by a thief, she’d never begged, only feigned shyness. But now she wanted to get down on her knees and beg for it to stop – or perhaps she should beg for it not to stop. Uncertain of what she really wanted, Malyn shook her head, a confused sob escaping her.

“Ah, Layla, ah, ah… … .”

Layla removed his hand from her cl*t and pressed his chest against hers, flattening her soft curves and creating a strange, intense sensation. A shiver ran down her spine. Layla was moving his hips differently now, a stark contrast to the rough thrusts before – slow, gentle. It drove her even closer to the edge. The feeling of him filling her deeply, moving shallowly in the hollow of her abdomen, was intensely unsettling.

“I feel like I’m going to die… … .”

“Ugh.”

Their joined bodies were already burning hot, as if someone had lit a fire inside them, Malyn thought vaguely, her mind drifting. He thrust into her relentlessly and she felt as if her p*ssy might tear.

Layla’s hands had moved from her wrists to either side of her hips, abandoning any sense of restraint. He held her soft, rounded hips firmly against him, thrusting deeply, his face more unguarded than ever. Malyn’s hands were free now, but she had no strength left, so she floated like a piece of straw, bobbing on the bed like the surface of a turbulent sea.

“Ah, no. Ah, ah.”

Their moans echoed across the room. Would they really not be heard outside? She couldn’t say. But she couldn’t suppress the cries that escaped her throat, panting desperately with every breath they took together. Even the morning sunlight streaming through the window seemed suggestive and sensual. Tears overflowed, leaving her eyes wet and glistening.

Layla pulled his hips back sharply, then thrust forward again with a firm motion. The intense, short thrust made Malyn clench her teeth and even her hips trembled.

“More, harder… … ”

A smooth sound filled the air as bubbles formed between them. Even with her eyes closed tightly, Malyn felt a bright sensation fill her vision. An intense, indescribable sensation surged from deep within her, making her gasp as it pressed against her chest. Layla, breathing heavily, began to thrust into her with shorter, more intense movements, his face urgent. She felt as if her whole body was melting under the pressure.

“Hey, stop, please stop… … .”

Malyn clung to the sheets and screamed. The pleasure was so intense she thought she might lose her mind. No one who had ever been inside her had ever made her feel like this before. Opening her eyes in a daze, she saw Layla’s long lashes fluttering, as out of control as she was. The morning sunlight had shifted and was now streaming across the bed, illuminating sweat-soaked skin, damp fine hair and golden eyelashes.

Before she had time to think about how handsome Layla was, her juices were pouring out of her p*ssy. As Marley moaned, “Ah,” Layla squirted a thin liquid onto her stomach. His s*men filled the hollow of her navel, spilling over and trickling down her side. Trying to keep her tear-filled eyes open, Malyn looked up. Layla looked down at her with piercing blue eyes and planted a soft kiss on her forehead. Only then did Malyn relax and let her body sink into the bed with satisfaction. Her legs, which had been wrapped around his waist, fell to her sides and finally rested limply.

Malyn closed her eyes and felt warm, rough lips pressing gently over her eyelids, forehead, nose and cheeks. A light blanket was draped over her legs and with that last comfort she drifted off to sleep. She was completely tired.