She licked her lips then smirked. It was just like a predator expression.

"I'm not letting go until I drain your balls like every last drop."

The fire in her screamed that told him she meant it. That promise of hers sent a shiver down his spine.

He was already completely spent. His muscles were trembled with fatigue. But Lana's hunger remained unsatisfied.

She rolled her hips slowly started rising and falling in a rhythm It wasn't about pain, but about relentless teasing stimulation.

She moved with the skill of a born seductress. Her pussy clenched and released around his dick with each deliberate grind which was milking him even though he felt utterly empty.

"Lana," he groaned."I can't…"

She cut him off with a kiss. Her lips crashed against his full of desperate need. Her tongue forced its way into his mouth devouring his protest

Her tits pressed against his chest. Her stiff nipples dragged across his skin, sparking fresh jolts of sensation down his spine which was actually overloaded .

"Shh" she whispered close to his his mouth, her lips went curling into a hungry smile. "You can. Are you really that weak Dante?"

She grabbed his wrist then pinned them above his head with her strength. For someone so slender her grip was like steel.

Her hips never stopped their cruel grinding. Her slick folds slid along his dick which dragged every possible twitch from his exhausted body.

"Hehe all this time you controlled everyone. you owned them," she said as sweat was dripping from her jaw onto his neck. "But right now I own you. I own this."

Her words hit him hard.

Then his muscles strained against her hold, his fingers flexing with the urge to grab her but she held him firm.

She rode him mercilessly. Each thrust was slow as well as deep and her pussy was squeezing as if determined to force out another load of his.

Her wetness coated his dick then it went dripping down onto his balls and thighs. The lewd wet slaps of their flesh filled the same small tent.

"Fuck…" Dante groaned trying to buck his hips for some control but she slammed him back down grinding in tight circles.

She felt the twitch in his dick and smirked in triumph as she won something.

"See? You're getting hard again. That's what I did to you. I bet your body likes me too much to say no."

She released his wrists and sat upright now her hands were planted on his chest for leverage.

Her tits were bouncing with each movement which was mostly of hers then sweat making her pale skin glisten in that darkness.

She arched her back and then slammed down hard, taking his entire length inside her with a unnoticable cry. The feeling of being stretched so much so full made her eyes roll back.

"Touch me," she ordered.

He obeyed her without thought. His hands went to her hips, squeezing the firm flesh.

Then they slid higher over the smooth skin of her stomach to her tits. He grabbed them roughly, kneading the softness, pinching and pulling her nipples.

She gasped, her head falling back. "Yes… fuck yes… just like that."

She began to bounce faster she was riding him like a woman possessed. The wet slaps grew louder, her cries mixing with his guttural groans.

Her pussy was tight which was clutching his dick and getting impossibly wet as she lost herself in the rhythm.

Dante sat up then went wrapping one arm around her waist to pull her close as he thrust up into her.

Their hips collided in a furious tempo. Her juices splattered with every slam. She clawed at his shoulders and her nails was leaving red trails on his skin.

"Don't stop," she begged also her voice was almost like cracking. "Please... Dante-- don't stop!"

He was beyond stopping. He growled while burying his face between her tits, sucking one hard nipple into his mouth.

She screamed as her body was convulsing. Her pussy clamped down on his dick with violent and milking spasms.

"I'm—ahhh—I'm gonna cum!" she wailed.

Her orgasm ripped through her, her hips bucking wildly. Her intense climax dragged him over the edge with her.

He thrust deep and roared as he came again. A hot rush of cum shot deep inside her, but this time the flow was weaker. She cried out, feeling the warmth spread before it began to drip out, coating her inner thighs.

She collapsed against him, trembling. But her eyes were still hungry. She clenched her internal muscles around him, locking him inside.

"More," she whispered into his ear, her voice low and dangerous. "Again."

She shoved him back down and rolled them over, straddling him once more. Dante's chest heaved, his body screaming for mercy, but her legs locked around his waist, holding him captive.

Her hands stroked his face with a deceptive tenderness. "You have more. Give it to me."

She lifted her hips and slammed back down, taking his dick to the base. Dante cried out, overstimulated and raw, every nerve on fire.

But she didn't care.

Her well-used pussy squelched around him, soaked and messy, milking his dick as if it were her personal property.

She rode him hard, her hips pounding, her tits bouncing wildly.

Dante grabbed her ass, trying to slow her frantic pace, but she smacked his chest. "No. Faster."

She clawed at his pecs, biting her lip, moaning shamelessly as she used his body for her pleasure. Her pussy clenched in a brutal rhythm, dragging more helpless groans from him.

Her thighs shook. Her breath came in short, ragged cries. "I'm cumming again… oh fuck, I'm—ahhhhhh!"

She screamed, her body seizing up, her juices gushing around his cock as another powerful orgasm tore through her.

Dante bit his lip, thrusting up helplessly into her tight, convulsing heat until he couldn't hold back. He came again, another thick, hot load spilling into her, adding to the mess between them.

But she was still not finished.

She collapsed forward, her lips locking onto his in a messy, wet kiss, her tongue dominating his mouth.

She broke the kiss only to moan directly into his ear, "You're mine now. My cock. My cum. Mine."

Her hips kept up a relentless, grinding motion.

Dante groaned, pushed past all reason, his entire body shaking. She kept him hard, kept him buried inside her, using him until she was building towards another peak.

They fucked like animals. He flipped her onto her hands and knees, driving into her from behind, slamming her body forward with each thrust.

Her legs wrapped around him instantly, her heels digging into his back.

"Yes! Harder!" she screamed, her tits swinging beneath her.

He pounded into her, sweat dripping from his body onto her back. Her pussy was a slick, tight channel, making lewd, wet sounds with every movement.

She reached back and clawed at his hips, her cries sharp and broken.

"Cum in me again," she demanded. "Fill me up until I'm overflowing."

Her pussy clenched down hard, and with a guttural roar, he obeyed, spilling another hot load deep inside her. She screamed through another shattering orgasm, her body writhing beneath him.

But still, she pulled him down, whispering against his sweat-slicked skin, "More. I'm not done. Not until the sun comes up."

They rolled together, a tangled, sweaty, cum-soaked mess. Her hunger was a force of nature. She rode him until her thighs gave out, then demanded he take her from every angle.

Every time he thought he was empty, she found a way to milk another weak spurt from his aching dick. Every time she came, her pussy clenched so hard it nearly stole his vision.

Hours blurred into a chaos of slapping flesh, dripping sweat, spilled cum, and endless, raw moans.

Finally, when his body was trembling uncontrollably and his dick was raw from overuse, she collapsed against his chest, her voice a spent whisper.

"You're mine now," she murmured, her eyes glazed but satisfied.

He couldn't even form a argument. His body was wrecked, his mind was dazed, and his dick still twitched weakly inside her soaked, well-used pussy.

As her fingers traced lazy, possessive circles on his stomach, Dante knew it was the truth. She wouldn't let him rest until dawn.

This had been his first time. He had never imagined it would be like this like so raw, so overwhelming, so utterly consuming. There had been no slow tenderness, no cautious exploration. Lana had taken what she wanted with a savage hunger that left him breathless.

Every thrust had been too rough, every grind too deep, but the sharp edge of pain only made the pleasure more intense. His nerves were scorched, his body pushed far beyond any limit he knew. And yet, despite the deep ache in his muscles and the burning exhaustion in his lungs, he couldn't make himself stop. It was too addictive.

And Lana… she was a vision of ruinous beauty. Her body was a sculpture of smooth curves and supple skin over coiled muscle. Her full, soft tits pressed against him, her nipples hard points of fire. The arch of her back, her parted lips, her flushed cheeks and wild hair—it was all burned into his memory.

Her voice, breathy and broken, whispering and screaming, begging and claiming. She had unraveled him completely. He was hers. And he knew, with a terrifying certainty, that he would never be the same again.

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