SIGRID

A low moan slipped from my slightly parted lips, heat burning through me.

Something unbearably pleasurable disrupts my sleep, a wet, delicious sensation licking between the petals of my intimacy.

“Mmmm,” I writhe in the limbo between dreams and reality. It feels so good. Mmm, I want more.

I moan against a soft surface, my hands clutching at something plush beneath me. My legs spread, my ass tilts up.

I let rough hands grope and caress me, play with my clit, devour my wetness, drag me into sheer lust.

“Silas,” I murmur, calling his name.

A weight presses over me, my body held down, legs spread, hard muscles like steel pinning me in place, leaving me no choice but to wait and take it.

“Aaahh,” my eyes flutter open to reality, my mouth unable to stop moaning.

In my ear, I feel his restrained growl, his ragged breaths as he thrusts into me.

Something hard and pulsing, a scorching-hot shaft pushing through my folds, the mushroomed tip piercing and stretching me open bit by bit.

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