Lana moved against him. Her hips rolled in a teasing circle.

Dante felt the hot heat of her pussy through his pants. The thin fabric did nothing to hide her warmth.

Each grind woke a deep, primal hunger inside him.

"Still playing statue?" she whispered. Her voice was a low, dangerous purr.

She leaned back, a predator's smirk on her lips. "You can pretend all you want. But I can feel how hard you are for me."

Her hand slipped down. Her fingers slid under his waistband.

They wrapped around his dick.

Her grip was tight and knowing.

She stroked him slowly, watching his face. His jaw tightened. His breath caught.

"Mmm," she hummed, her stroke becoming firmer. "So thick. So hard. Just like I picturized. Perfect."

She pulled her hand away and stood up. Her eyes never left his. Her fingers went to the clasp of her skirt.

It fell to the ground with a soft sound. She wore nothing under it.

Dante froze. The air stuck in his lungs.

Her body was a dangerous kind of beautiful. A slender waist. Hips that promised sin. Her tits were full and firm, her pink nipples hard from the cool air.

And between her legs, her pussy was bare, wet, and open, already gleaming for him.

She knelt between his legs. She tugged his pants down. His dick sprang free, thick and eager, veins pulsing along its length.

She licked her lips.

"Look at you," she breathed. "Already leaking for me."

She spat into her palm. She used it to stroke his dick, coating him with her spit. Then, with a wicked smile, she leaned forward. She took the head of his cock into her mouth.

Heat swallowed him.

Her tongue danced over the tip, teasing the slit. Then it slid down the underside. She sucked hard, her cheeks hollowing as she bobbed her head.

Her spit dripped down his pennis, wetting his balls as she took him deeper.

"Fuck," Dante groaned. His hands fisted in her hair. His hips jerked up.

Lana moaned with his dick in her mouth. The vibration made him twitch.

She gagged on purpose, pulling back with a wet, choking sound. Spit ran down her chin.

She looked up, her mouth glistening. "Mmm, you taste so good, Dante."

Then she dove back down, faster this time.

Her throat stretched to take more of him. Drool soaked his cock. The sounds were obscene wet sucking, loud slurping, and greedy gags.

His balls slapped against her chin as she took him all the way to the base. Her nose pressed into his stomach.

She gagged again, then pulled off with a filthy, wet pop. Strings of spit connected her lips to his shaft.

"You're twitching so much," she teased, her hand pumping him. "Are you going to cum in my mouth already?"

"FUCK," Dante grunted, his grip on her hair tightening.

She smirked. "Good. Because I'm not done taking what I'm owed."

She climbed onto his lap, straddling him. She grabbed his dick and guided it between her wet folds. She rubbed the tip up and down her slit, coating him in her juices.

Then she lowered herself.

They both gasped as he pushed inside.

Her pussy stretched, swallowing him inch by inch. She was incredibly tight, hot, and dripping wet.

Her inner walls clenched around him, hugging his dick greedily. She moaned as he filled her completely, her body shivering.

"Ahhh… fuck… so deep…" she gasped, her nails digging into his chest.

She braced her hands and began to move. Slow at first, rolling her hips in circles, grinding his cock against her sensitive spots. Her tits bounced. A fine sweat broke out on her skin.

Dante reached up and cupped her tits. He squeezed them, pinching her nipples until she cried out.

"Touch me more," she demanded, riding him harder now. "I am all yours."

He grabbed her ass, his fingers digging into the firm flesh. He spread her cheeks apart as he thrust up into her.

The wet sound of their skin slapping together echoed in the tent. Her pussy swallowed his dick over and over. Her juices ran down his shaft, soaking his balls.

She leaned forward, pressing her tits into his face. "Suck them," she whispered, her voice hot against his ear.

He latched onto a nipple, sucking and biting gently, his tongue flicking over the hard peak. She moaned loudly, bucking her hips harder against him.

"Yes! Just like that! Fuck!"

Her pace quickened. She slammed down on him, the wet squelch of her pussy filling the room. Her moans became raw and shameless.

"I want it all," she panted. "Fill me up, Dante. Don't you dare pull out."

Her pussy clenched hard around him. Dante groaned, thrusting up fast to meet her. Their bodies collided in a frantic, messy rhythm.

"Lana," he rasped. "I'm close--."

"Cum inside me," she moaned, her eyes wild. "Give me everything."

With a guttural cry, Dante drove deep and released. Hot cum poured into her pussy, thick and heavy, filling her up.

She shuddered, her inner walls milking his dick, moaning as the warmth spread inside her. His cum leaked out around his still-buried cock, dripping onto his thighs.

But she didn't stop.

Even as his dick twitched inside her, oversensitive, Lana stayed on top. She ground her hips slowly, keeping him hard.

She leaned close, her lips brushing his ear. "That was just the first round."

Her hips started moving again.

Dante hissed, the sensation almost too much. But she grinned wickedly, picking up the pace. "Don't fight it. You're not done. Remember, you have a secret to hide from everyone."

She rode him harder, her tits bouncing wildly, sweat dripping from her body onto his chest. The wet, slapping sounds of their fucking were louder than before.

"Ahh," Dante groaned, his hands gripping her hips.

She came down harder, taking him balls-deep with every thrust. Her pussy clenched rhythmically, her juices splashing out around the base of his cock.

"Dante!" she cried out, her body convulsing. "I'm cumming!"

Her pussy spasmed wildly, milking him hard, dragging him to the edge once more.

"Fuck," he growled, thrusting up violently. His cock erupted again, shooting another thick load of cum deep inside her.

More cum spilled out, dripping down her thighs in a messy flow.

Lana collapsed on his chest, panting, her whole body trembling. But even in her exhaustion, her hips gave a possessive grind, keeping his dick buried deep inside her.

She kissed his jaw, whispering, "We're not done yet, love. I'll drain you dry tonight."

And before he could even catch his breath, her hips began to move again.

She bounced harder, her tits slapping against his chest. Dante groaned, gripping her ass, trying to keep up with her relentless pace.

The sound of wet flesh slapping together grew frantic. Sweat covered their bodies, moans filled the air, and they moved together like wild animals.

Her pussy squeezed him tighter, her moans pitched higher, until she screamed, cumming hard around him for the third time. Her orgasm drenched his cock, her juices splashing out.

Dante growled, thrusting up as he exploded inside her again.

His dick twitched violently, pumping a third, seemingly endless load of hot cum into her greedy, grasping pussy.

Lana arched her back, shivering as she felt every last spurt, her walls fluttering around him.

Cum overflowed, running down his dick in a messy flood.

She finally collapsed, her hair matted to her sweaty skin, her chest heaving.

But even then, she gave a weak, teasing grind. A breathless giggle escaped her. "Still hard," she murmured. "Looks like I'm not letting you sleep tonight."

Dante groaned, realizing with a heavy mix of burning lust that she meant every word.

It was not over. Not yet. Not tonight.

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