I pushed forward, sliding into her tight, soaking heat in one long, smooth thrust.
Mira's head fell back against the pillow with a broken moan that went straight to my balls. "Yes, ahn~ fuck, Lukas, just like that. Hmm~"
She was velvet around me, gripping every inch as I bottomed out. For a second I just stayed there, buried to the hilt, savoring the way her walls fluttered and clenched.
Then I started moving.
Slow at first, deep rolls of my hips that dragged against that spot inside her and made her nails dig into my shoulders. Her legs locked around my waist, stockings rasping against my skin, and every thrust pushed a fresh gasp out of her throat.
"Ahn~ yes fuck~ "
The blouse was long gone, skirt and panties somewhere on the floor, but those thigh-highs stayed on like they were painted there. Perfect.
"Harder," she demanded, voice already fraying. "Don't hold back, baby. I want all of you."
