All night long (18+)

Valara, not taking her gaze off his thick meat stick, taking in the scene for a brief moment before she sighed and walked over to him. She smiled; she noticed it was getting harder.

Jaenor was looking at her with deep hunger that matched hers.

"You know, I had the most dreadful day. All I want is to feel something... hard," she whispered in his ear, her hand sliding down to join his on his cock.

"Well, I'm all for making your day better," he chuckled, standing up to face her. He could feel her hot breath against his neck as she leaned into him, her tits smothering his chest.

"Now be a good boy and let me have this," she cooed, her voice dripping with lust as she dropped to her knees and took his thick, red cock into her mouth.

She looked up at him, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard that your dick will be sore tomorrow morning."

'We will see about that."

Jaenor groaned as she worked her magic, her tongue swirling around the tip before taking him deep.

"Oh, you're so fucking good," he murmured, his hand tangling in her hair as he pushed her head down.

Valara gagged slightly but took it all, her cheeks hollowing out as she tried to take him all the way down. He pushed further, and the impression of his cock could be seen on her throat. She closed her eyes, feeling hardness in her mouth and throat. It had been so long, and no one had done it like this boy was doing to her. How he dominated her within seconds.

Men would quiver in front of her, but this boy, Jaenor, he was least afraid and using her like he wished, and she was liking it.

"Look at me," he ordered, and she obeyed, her green eyes watering but never leaving his gaze.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard, you'll feel it for days," he growled, his cock pulsing in her mouth.

Valara moaned in agreement, her hand reaching down to play with her wet pussy.

She had been waiting for this moment all day, craving the aggression that Jaenor brought to their fuck sessions.

Pulling away, she stood up and turned around, presenting her big juicy ass to him. "Take me," she demanded, her voice filled with need.

Jaenor was more than happy to oblige. He grabbed her by the hips and slammed his long thick cock into her, her pussy taking his full length with a wet squelch.

She screamed in pleasure, her walls tightening around him.

"Is this what you needed?" he asked, pulling out almost completely before slamming back in.

"Yes, yes, yes!" she chanted, her tits bouncing with every thrust.

"Harder, Jaenor. Make me your whore."

He grunted, picking up the pace, his hand coming down to slap her ass. The sound echoed through the empty house, mingling with their moans and grunts.

"You love it, don't you?" He taunted, his other hand reaching around to pinch her nipple.

Valara could only nod, her voice lost in the pleasure of his brutal fucking. She had never felt more alive, more used, and she craved it.

"Tell me you love it," he demanded, his grip on her hip tightening.

"I love it," she panted. "I love being your slut."

With a snarl, he pulled out of her and flipped her onto her back on the couch. "Then tell me you love your cunt being destroyed," he said, licking his lips.

Valara nodded eagerly, spreading her legs wide. "I love it," she murmured, her eyes glazed with lust.

Jaenor didn't waste any time, pushing back into her soaking wet pussy.

She screamed his name, her nails digging into the wool as he fucked her like a wild animal, his hips pistoning in and out.

"You're going to scream for me, aren't you?" he asked, his voice low and menacing.

Valara nodded, her voice breathless. "I'll scream, I promise," she whimpered, her legs wrapping around his waist, urging him deeper.

"That's my girl," Jaenor smirked, his eyes dark with desire.

He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a bruising kiss as his cock tore into her, the sound of wet flesh slapping echoing through the room. She tasted like sin, like every dirty thought he'd ever had, and he couldn't get enough.

"You're so fucking tight," he murmured, breaking the kiss to nibble at her ear. "It's like you were made just for me."

Valara's eyes rolled back in her head as he hit her spot, her body writhing beneath him. "Oh, Jaenor, you know just what to do to me," she moaned, her hands gripping his shoulders.

"I know every inch of your cunt," he said with a laugh, his teeth grazing her earlobe.

"Please," she begged, her voice high and needy. "I need it. I need you to fill me up."

He reached down, his hand finding her clit, and began to rub it furiously.

Valara's body began to shake, her orgasm building.

"You're going to cum for me, aren't you?" he demanded.

"Yes, yes, I'm cumming," she screamed, her body tightening around him as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her.

Jaenor didn't let up, grunting with each hard and deep stab into her, Valara clawing at his chest.

Valara's body responded to his words, her pussy gushing as she felt herself climbing towards another orgasm.

And Jaenor wasn't done with her; she wasn't either. She fell back on the wool bed, looking at his sweat-covered body.

All that farm work had defined his muscles, and at eighteen years, he was already looking like a man.

"That was explosively intense. You shook me to the core, boy," Valara said, breathing heavily. Her ample bosom rose and fell with every breath, her hair completely dishevelled.

"I am not done yet, darling Mother Valara," Jaenor said, holding his hardening dick.

And Valara, up to the challenge, rose and caught his long, thick shaft and stroked.

"You are worth waiting for, my dear Jaenor; you are indeed," she said, looking at his veiny dick, mesmerised.

Jaenor took his position and started pounding her while holding her thighs.

The night unfolded in a dance of whispers and touches, each moment charged with intensity. Valara was fierce and unyielding, her hands and lips claiming him with a hunger that left him breathless.

Jaenor matched her, his own desire a tide that swept away doubt and fear.

In her arms, he was just a young man fulfilling her desire.

Valara pressed herself against him, her fingers tracing the lines of his shoulders with a hunger that set his pulse racing.

Rand matched her intensity, his hands firm yet reverent, lifting her in the air and thrusting her on his pole; then he brought her onto the floor, where the cool stone floor contrasted with the heat of their embrace.

Valara's laughter was a low, throaty sound, her eyes gleaming with delight as she pulled him closer, her movements fluid and unyielding. They moved with a rhythm that felt primal, as if the Frostvale itself pulsed through them, the quiet village a distant memory in the face of their shared fire.