Andrey's breath came in low, ragged groans as he felt the tight, velvety heat of Lumy's ass gripping him. It was different from vaginal sex—tighter, more intense, every inch of him wrapped in a snug, unyielding pressure that made his head spin.
"Lumy… you're so tight," he murmured, his voice husky. "I've never felt anything like this before."
Lumy's face burned, her fingers twisting in the sheets. "Don't… don't say such strange things… ahnn…!"
But her protest was weak, her voice trembling with every slow, deliberate thrust. Andrey could feel her body responding despite her words, her muscles clenching around him, drawing him deeper.
He began to move his hips in a slow, steady rhythm, each thrust pushing a little deeper, a little firmer. "You're squeezing me so hard… your ass keeps gripping me… it feels incredible."
"Ngh—! Ahnn…!" Lumy's usual composure shattered. Her moans spilled out, breathy and uncontrolled, each one punctuated by the slick sound of their bodies meeting.
