Instead of saying anything, she just kept smiling, and he took that as a yes.

Then, standing up, he got in front of her, with his half-hard member still hanging in front of her face.

Chuckling lightly as he saw her eyes follow the gentle sway of his penis, he reached his hand out to her, stealing her gaze for a moment.

With her taking his hand, he helped her stand up, leaving her on her feet.

That way, their bodies ended up touching, her breasts pressing lightly against his chest as they looked at each other with a smile — their eyes conveying more words and emotions than if they'd spoken directly.

Their sweaty, half-naked bodies felt each other's warmth, their exposed intimate parts almost touching, with his cock already hard again and pressing against her stomach.

His underwear was still pushed down beneath his balls, hanging, and her panties were still pushed to the side, exposing the lips of her vagina.

The moment they were just staring at each other, both of them started laughing together.

"Why the hell are we staring at each other like two idiots again?", he asked between laughs.

"I have no idea," she answered, wiping a tear.

"Right." Shaking his head lightly, he looked back at her with a smile — which she matched with one of her own.

Once again they exchanged a look full of unspoken feelings.

Then he shifted the rosy mood to something more fitting for what they were about to do, stepping away from her, though keeping eye contact.

He brought his hand to the waistband of his underwear, finally lowering it, his eyes still glued to her face as he removed the piece. When he tossed the underwear to the floor, he said, with an expectant smile, "Then, your turn." His cock throbbed lightly, just like his anticipation.

Doing as he suggested, she moved her hands to her back, toward the bra clasp.

Her eyes, just like his, glued to each other's face. Seeing how intensely he stared at her breasts, she finally gave him what he wanted: she unhooked the bra. Her hands moved to the straps, sliding them off softly — and, unconsciously, in a seductive way — until her breasts were exposed.

His reaction was immediate: the desire in his gaze grew more intense; he licked his lips, his throat tightened, and his cock throbbed, betraying what he felt.

In fact, seeing those two small mounds stirred in him an almost instinctive desire to taste them right away, imagining himself sucking on them eagerly.

With nipples in a lighter brown shade, sporting a size that would fit perfectly in his palm and completely perked, it was a beautiful pair of breasts.

"They're incredible," he said distractedly, his eyes moving back and forth between each nipple.

Finding his behavior funny, she answered with a laugh. "Yeah, they are."

Since she was tall, it didn't seem like it at first, but she actually had slightly large breasts — and, naturally, it was something she was very proud of. And in her own way, she almost showed off by giving them a small tilt forward.

"Good good. Very good," he said, stroking his chin like some old Chinese cultivator. "Continue."

His eyes dropped immediately to her lower lips.

Doing as he asked, she then slid her hands down to the waistband of her panties, her fingers brushing the fabric in a smooth, seductive motion — unconscious again — as she slowly lowered the piece.

With her hips following the movement, she brought the panties down. When the fabric reached her knees, she let go, letting it fall on its own, and straightened up, her hands brushing her thighs without realizing it, stopping right above her pelvis. Right after, she pushed the panties aside on the floor with her foot.

She kept staring at him, savoring every second of how hungrily he looked at her, the clear desire in his gaze as he examined her vagina. If anything, she felt her feminine pride swell. 'Training and sports really paid off.' She almost gave herself an imaginary pat on the back.

And really, if his gaze wasn't enough of a sign, the way his cock throbbed repeatedly, veins bulging and the tip growing redder, was an obvious indication of how excited he was.

The sight of those small, tight lips, along with the faint shine of moisture, drew his eyes like a magnet.

But he didn't focus only on that. His gaze traveled through her whole body, admiring her from head to toe.

He focused on her thick thighs, the small gap near her vagina that allowed a more complete view, the curve from her waist to her hips — as if they were meant to be grabbed.

Then he returned to her breasts, and the urge to suck those two buttons came back strong in his mind.

His gaze also went over her neck, shoulders, hands, calves, even her feet, devouring her with his eyes but also admiring the masterpiece that was that female body.

In the end, his eyes finally met hers — and that's when he realized she was doing the exact same thing.

She was also looking at him with admiration and desire: the muscular chest, skin tight against the muscles, that little space between the pecs she found particularly attractive, the defined abdomen with eight perfect abs, the V-shaped obliques that awakened in her a desire to bite.

Her gaze went down to his pelvis, where even there he had definition, faint veins visible… and then his cock, long and thick, full of veins, throbbing with excitement. The urge to put it back in her mouth almost won the moment she looked at it.

Her gaze then dropped to his balls — and, strangely, she also felt the urge to take them into her mouth, the mental image making her salivate.

Then her eyes traveled through the rest of his body: shoulders, arms, forearms, thighs, calves — every part decorated with defined and well-shaped muscles. It was, indeed, an exemplary masculine body.

Feeling her vagina throb, the wetness increasing with excitement, she finally looked back at him. Their eyes met, and both saw the same intensity there.

Without saying anything, he leaned in and hugged her softly, meeting her lips and giving her a gentle, chaste kiss as he guided her to the bed. As they adjusted themselves, still exchanging kisses, he ended up on top of her.

He then stopped the kiss for a moment, realizing something. "Now that I think about it… we didn't even kiss before. We went straight to oral. It was kinda rushed, wasn't it?", he said with an amused smile.

She huffed lightly. "Yeah… but I'd appreciate it if you didn't bring that up. I don't want to be reminded that I'm kissing you with your mouth wet from my pussy."

He raised an eyebrow. "Oh, I say the same. I'm making this sacrifice for the sake of the mood."

And respecting her request, he didn't bring it up again, returning to kissing her.

Pulling away from her lips after a while, he kissed her cheek, chin, going down to her neck, collarbone, and the top of her breasts. Then he went down to her stomach, stopping at her lower abdomen. He gave a last kiss there and straightened up, looking at her.

"Ready?", he asked.

Her eyes answered silently. She raised her hands above her head, gripping the bedsheet. Confirming with a nod, she watched him move his hand to his own cock, guiding it to her entrance, the head pressing against the lips of her vagina.

She took a deep breath, a slight shiver running through her body at the warmth, the wetness… but mostly, the size. 'Fuck… that's really going in?' Nervousness and anxiety grew.

He rubbed up and down, spreading both of their lubrication, and, exchanging a last look with her, finally positioned the head at the entrance.

Then he pushed his hips slowly.

The difference between it just rubbing and actually trying to enter was brutal. She felt the entrance stretch more and more — like he was trying to shove a fist inside her. Her breath trembled.

She inhaled deeply, trying to stay calm. She knew nervousness would only make things worse.

The thing advanced slowly, until it stopped — exactly where she knew it would. They exchanged a look. She gave a subtle nod.

Understanding, he slowly increased the pressure, pushing against the barrier. She fought against the urge to tighten up, to push him out. And, letting her body relax as much as she could, she allowed him to continue.

And then it happened: the sensation she feared came.

He stopped inside, his gaze meeting hers for a moment before he kept pushing until something inside her seemed to tear. The pain was immediate, sharp. Her face twisted, her muscles tightened, her toes curled, her eyes narrowed and she bit her lip.

He watched everything in silence, motionless, feeling a bit bad. 'If I weren't so big, it probably wouldn't hurt this much.' But doing what he could, he stayed still, waiting for her to recover.

After a long moment in which she just breathed deeply, the pain started to ease. Her body relaxed bit by bit, until, with one last exhale, her expression returned to normal. Her hands loosened, her toes relaxed.

She met his eyes. "Fuck… you damn bastard," she said with a furrowed brow.

He smiled, amused. "What? You're gonna blame me now?"

"Of course it's your fault. If you didn't have that ridiculous size, it wouldn't have hurt that much," she shot back, indignant.

He shook his head. "I disagree a bit. If I were smaller, it would definitely hurt less. But don't forget women here are more sensitive overall. In my opinion, you handled it really well."

She blinked, remembering that. She had actually forgotten she was more sensitive. It probably should've hurt a lot more… or maybe she was just good at enduring it.

But remembering that made something else click: that wasn't over. Only the entrance had been opened — the rest of the way was still completely virgin.

And looking at him again, she saw he realized that too.

"Be gentle," she said seriously, though in a soft, weak tone unlike what she intended. But she didn't care.

"Don't worry."

Seeing that she looked apprehensive again, he took as much care as possible. He supported himself with his arms extended, hovering over her, looking straight at her.

In that position, which made penetration easier, he pushed his hips slowly, his member advancing bit by bit, widening her insides.

He closed his eyes by instinct as he felt the warm, tight wetness enveloping the head of his cock, growing tighter and tighter.

The sensation sent shivers up his spine, the overwhelming pleasure growing with every centimeter — even though he had just come not long ago.

"Fuck…" He couldn't resist murmuring weakly, the tightness was simply too good, it felt like the perfect match for his cock, a desire to never leave her insides sprouting in the back of his mind.

But for her, the sensation was pleasurable yet terrifying at the same time.

As she had said earlier, she felt like she was being impaled, like he was shoving a forearm inside her, but more impressive than that, she didn't feel any pain or even discomfort.

She could clearly feel her insides stretching with every centimeter he pushed in, but that sensation only sent pleasure through her spine, her mind drowning in that overwhelming feeling.

She was also doing her best not to let out a single moan by keeping her lips tightly closed, even knowing he wouldn't mind.

And besides that, she was also holding herself back from tightening her insides and increasing the pressure, deciding to leave that as a surprise, and also because she'd probably hurt herself if she did that now since she hadn't adapted to his size yet.

Finally, in what felt like an eternity for both of them, he finally stopped as he reached a barrier that prevented him from going deeper.

With both of them opening their eyes at the same time, they looked at each other briefly before lowering their gaze together, the view of his pelvis pressed against hers greeting them.

"Holy shit." He muttered, half impressed, he had imagined it from the feeling, but seeing it with his own eyes was something else. Besides the sensation of her insides, he also felt the warmth and softness of her pelvis, his balls comfortably resting on her ass.

"Damn…" She seemed much more impressed, she really didn't expect to take all of him on the first try, looked like she had underestimated herself. Besides feeling his member, she could feel the heat of his pelvis and its hardness along with the soft, warm sensation of his balls against her ass.

"So, ready?" He asked, looking back at her with a smile.

Lifting her eyes to meet his, she stared at him, feeling that thing throb inside, then gave a silent nod.

Receiving the confirmation, he lowered his gaze, focusing on where their pelvises connected, and slowly pulled back, the withdrawal accompanied by the same warm, wet tightness.

Stopping when only the head remained inside her, he thrust back in still slowly, then withdrew the same way.

Soon, as his pace increased little by little, he began to penetrate her faster and faster, each thrust purposefully slamming his pelvis against hers.

Until he finally reached the ideal speed, entering and withdrawing in a second, his hips moving in a quick rhythm.

And she found herself clenching her lips, her hands gripping the sheets as she resisted the urge to moan with her breathing growing faster.

Because she knew that the moment she opened her mouth even just to take in more air, she wouldn't be able to control herself.

But soon she realized resisting was useless, with the pleasure seeming to cloud her mind with every thrust.

In the end, she simply accepted her fate.

"Hanh~"

It was a weak, soft moan, exhaled along with her breath, but it was only the first of many that followed.

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