[Excuse me for any potential signs of mistakes in the paragraphs. I am practically sleeping. I will have it edited the first thing in the morning.]

44||Richy Reyansh

The cold, silencing chill engulfed the room. The naked forms wrapped around each other, smelling the scent of intimacy. Bodies weary and skins glistening from the aftermath, hairs tousled as if a wild wind has swept past them delicately. Lips pinched into the hue of swollen red. Her core throbbing and aching, pulsating with desire, his thick, calloused fingers tracing every inch of her smooth skin. From the curve of her thighs, trailing at the pace of a snail, leaving behind creeping heat. Shivers like electricity traveling straight through her hungry cunt.

Like his greedy cock, which with every stroke of sinful attention to her cold skin turns into a mess of heat, stood at attention. Hearts connected by the strings of love, and skins with the pattern of lust.

She guides his palm to the needy heat of her cunt. Legs tangled, with her seated between his legs, his thick thighs trapping her slender one in between. The semi-hard cock pressed against her lower back, just inches away from the crack of her hip. With her head nestled against his perfectly sculpted chest, feeling the rhythmic heaves of his breath. The warmth radiated through his firm, muscular torso, wrapping her in a cocoon of tenderness.

His other hand combs through the tangled strands of red. The other one busy massaging her swollen lips, thumb rubbing her clit in a circular motion. Kiraz pushes herself from his chest a little, his fingers lingering over her cunt. Her breath catches in her throat, waiting for the fill of his fingers in her hole, to feel his fingers against her walls. However, none come, his palm moving to massage her inner thigh. Stopping herself from letting out a thwarted sigh, her lips assaulted by her teeth, she asks him, "You don't reply to me?"