Please stop (2) R18

Clara bit her lip, attempting to stifle her soft moans, but the man's cock was too big, and a quiet gasp slipped past her lips despite her efforts. "Mmmh~"

"Baby, you're so tight… " Dylan let out a long breath, his eyes half-closed in enjoyment. Her pussy was warm and tight, as soon as he thrusted into her pussy, her pussy tightened up and kept sucking on his cock with pleasure. He grabbed her waist and pulled out his cock a little, then thrusting in deeper again.

Clara spread her legs, and moaned as the man thrust deeply in her pussy. She gazed at Dylan, his eyes filled with an emotion she couldn't quite place—was it excitement, or something deeper? The uncertainty sent a thrilling shiver down her spine, making her even more exhilarated. "O-Oh fuck! It's so deep~"

"Do you like that?" Dylan's voice, low and deep, asked with a hint of intensity. His cock kept thrusting in and out, from slow to fast, deeper and deeper. "Do you want me fuck you harder or softer?"

Clara clutched the bedsheet, her moans grew louder with every thrust, and unable to think of anything else. Also, she couldn't even hear Dylan's words.

Noticing Clara's silence, Dylan gradually slowed his pace. Leaning down, he brushed his lips close to her ear and whispered, "Answer me, Clara."

Clara looked up at him, her eyes filled with confusion, her body squirmed and felt unsatisfied as the man's thrusts became shallower and slower. "Mmmm… please don't stop… Dylan… fuck me harder… like what you did to me before…I want you fuck me harder and faster… Please… " she begged.

Hearing Clara's petulant moans made Dylan grow increasingly frantic, he pinned her down on the bed and thrust his thick cock rapidly in and out of her tight pussy, a low growl of relief escaping his lips. "Fuck! You're so hot, babe!"

"Nghhh! Slower… Ahh hah… I can't take it anymore… please Dylan… slower… " Dylan's cock was too deep inside, Clara trembled with every thrust. She covered her face with her hands, refusing to let him see the wild, pleasure-filled expression that sex had drawn from her.

Hearing her words, Dylan let out a soft chuckle. "First it's too slow, then it's too fast. What do you want me to do?" he teased, his voice a mix of amusement and affection. Yet, despite his playful tone, his thrusts obediently slowed their pace, yielding to her request.

"Look at me, Clara. I want to see your face—don't hide it from me." Seeing her defiance, he stopped all movement, firmly pinning her hands above her head and forcing her to meet his intense gaze.

"Tell me," he demanded, his voice low and commanding, "what do you want me to do?"

"I don't know," she whispered, her eyes glistening with tears of overwhelming pleasure, her gaze distant and unfocused, as if she were utterly lost in sensation.

Dylan wiped away her tears with a gentle touch and kissed her eyelids tenderly. "I'm sorry, babe, I seem to have lost control again. I'm sorry for making you cry. I'll be even gentler this time," he whispered softly. "Shall we continue?"

Clara nodded, her breath still shaky but her body beginning to relax under his care. Waves of ecstasy crashed over her, each one more intense than the last, engulfing her senses and making her feel as if her very soul were being swept away.

A subtle tremor coursed through the depths of her body, the inner parts of the vulva subconsciously tightened and spasmed. "Ahhh! It feels so good! Dylan, you make me feel so good! Haah, yes, just like that! I'm gonna come!"

Her chin lifted instinctively as the sensation coursed through her, she left out a long moan, and her love juices seeped from her lovely pussy.

Clara, still overwhelmed by the pressure, clung to Dylan's shoulders. Her breath came in soft, uneven gasps, and her mind was too foggy to think of anything else.

Seeing her state, Dylan stopped his thrusts, resting atop her as he caught his breath. Then with a sensual touch, he began to tease her delicate and pink earlobe, his tongue tracing it in a way that sent shivers down her spine.

"Babe, I haven't cum yet, just hold on a little longer for me, can't you?" he whispered. His hands grabbed her waist as she tried to pull away, and he, without hesitation, swiftly thrusted the big cock in her pussy hard. "Oh, fuck! How come it's still so tight after an orgasm? "

"Augh! Dylan, please stop… " she begged.

"I know you want more too, don't you?" Dylan murmured in a low, enticing voice, his breath brushing against her ear. His thick cock rapidly thrusting in and out her lovely pussy, some slapping and squishy sounds emanated from the shared skin and juices, echoing through the room.

Clara screamed in waves as he fucked her faster and deeper. The thick cock repeatedly stimulated the G-spot, making her lose herself in pleasure.

After fucking her hard in that position for a few dozen strokes, Dylan pulled Clara up from the bed, gently slap her ass, and fucked her from behind.

Clara propped up on the bed and raised her butt up. Her breasts swayed with each deep thrust, and her body moved back and forth as Dylan's cock thrusted in and out.

His cock was so thick that made her whole body tremble and numb. The pleasure was extremely strong, coming up in waves, making her reach orgasm again. "Fuuuuuuck, yes!"

Her tight pussy wrapped around Dylan's cock, making him moan in pleasure. "Mmmh…" After a few thrusts, he bent down and bit her shoulders, finally ejaculating hard against her pussy.

After ejaculating, Dylan let out a contented sigh, wrapped his arms around Clara, and pulled her close as they lay down on the bed.

He look at the woman in his arms and asked with a soft smile, "How about I help you with your bath?"

Clara, a little flustered, quickly shook her head. "No, it's fine. I can do it myself," she replied.

She thought to herself, *If we end up in there together, who knows how long it'll take to get out of the bathroom?* She knew him far too well.