The silky smoothness of her inner walls made every thrust feel sinfully pleasurable with each stroke was like sliding through velvet heat that refused to let go.
Inside her, tiny ridges... I mean, those soft, almost bead-like bumps, brushed against my cock with just the right amount of friction, stimulating me until my entire body tensed.
They were neither fully rough nor too gentle, striking that perfect in-between that made my spine tingle and my teeth clench in response.
Each time I pushed deeper inside her, a loud, shameless moan spilled from her lips as my cock hammered into the very end of her pussy, colliding with the tight, quivering gateway to her womb.
"Ah, ah, ah, ahn, ah, ah, ahhhn, ahhhn, annnn, ahh...~"
The scent coming off her pussy had thickened... it was heavy and humid and was ripe with arousal.
It was musky, yet still carried a distinct feminine sweetness, like the scent of a wild flower blooming at night.
