Genevieve screamed into the couch cushion, her voice muffled but laced with pure ecstasy. Her body trembled beneath Zaeryn, every nerve alight with the overwhelming sensations flooding her for the first time.
Less than twenty minutes had passed since Zaeryn's last release inside Ingrid, but this felt even more intense—raw and unyielding. Ingrid's earlier ride had been a battle, her hips grinding against him in a fierce push for control. With Genevieve, it was different: total surrender, her tight heat yielding to his every invasion. He drove deeper from this angle, stretching her virgin walls until her toes curled against the cushions.
Zaeryn groaned low in his throat, his hips snapping forward in relentless thrusts. His large hands cupped her massive breasts, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he squeezed and tugged her hard nipples, syncing the pulls with each powerful stroke. His thick cock slapped against her ass cheeks, the wet impacts echoing through the lounge.
