SIGRID

So many first times with her—my first sincere kiss, my first real touches and embraces, the first time I even slightly understood why those women were so intoxicated and obsessed with feeling what I am feeling now.

Watching her on top of me, so aroused, riding me with pure lust over my wretched body, my manhood reveling in the pleasure of taking her femininity, lifting her to the heights—only me. She is mine, only mine.

She screamed, arching her back, calling my name, telling me I was her male, her man… I was burning in her fire. She had no idea what she did to me.

Those plump, sensual lips parted, her entire being trembling, her eyes blinded, but I saw her. Only her. Her spirit shone outside that witch’s body.

My darkness always craved that light—to take it, to claim it as ours.

Her pussy clenched frantically, spilling itself so sweetly, and my cock throbbed, begging for release.

I had held back all this time, waiting for her, and I only needed a few thrusts, gripping her hips