Devagar ta doendo, Dani chorominga na rola grande

“Go Slowly, Dani Moans on the Big Cock”

The screen flickers to life, casting a soft glow across Dani’s flushed face. Her dark hair is plastered to her forehead with sweat, golden skin glistening in the low light. She’s sprawled on a rumpled bed, her ample curves on full display as she arches her back in pleasure.

“Devagar, Devagar,” she pants, her voice breathy and smoky. Slowly, slowly. But her body tells a different story. Her plump lips are parted in a silent scream, her legs quivering, toes curling as she writhes against the hard cock driving into her.

The camera zooms in, focussing on the point where their bodies meet. Thick, veiny shaft disappearing into wet pink folds stretched tight, pulsing in answer to every desperate thrust. The sounds of slicked flesh slapping against flesh fill the room, punctuated by Dani’s wanton moans and whimpers.

“Ai meu Deus,” she gasps, clutching at her partner’s broad shoulders. Oh my God. She’s lost in the sensation, drowning in the overwhelming pleasure of being filled so completely. Her hips buck up to meet each forceful drive, greedy for more of that delicious stretch, that mind-melting fullness.

Dani’s hands roam over her own body, squeezing heavy breasts, tweaking stiff nipples, as if trying to contain the ecstasy threatening to tear her apart. She’s a vision of carnal delight, all writhing limbs and desperate little noises.

“Go devagar, go slowly,” she urges again between mewls and moans, even as her hips move faster, driving the thick cock deeper. Her cunt clenches rhythmically around the rigid flesh, fluttering, Trying to trap it inside. Dani’s lost in the moment, barely registering what she’s saying.

Her partner chuckles darkly above her, a rumble that makes Dani shiver. He slows his thrusts obediently, but he still drives deep, grinding against her g-spot with each drag of his cock. His hands squeeze her tits sensually, fingers pinching and tugging at her nipples as he fucks her.

Dani whines high in her throat, body trembling. “Mais devagar,” she whimpers. More slowly. But she’s past the point of no return, chasing her orgasms, even as she begs him to take his time.

He listens to her, he does. Each thrust is deliciously languid, an exquisite torture twisting Dani up inside. She wants to scream but can only manage a long, low keen. Her cunt gushes around him, so wet the obscene sounds of their coupling echo off the walls.

“You’re so wet for me, amor,” he grits out, voice tight with strain. Loving this, loving the way he makes her lose control.

Dani can only mewl in answer, mind blank with pleasure. She’s never wanted anything so badly as she wants him to keep fucking her, forever, hard and fast and slow and everything in between. She wants him to make her cum, to let her cum, to ruin her.

As if reading her mind, he speeds up abruptly, hips smacking against hers with brutal force. The change in pace rips a scream from Dani’s throat, her cunt clenching like a vice. “Go, go, go,” she babbles hopelessly between choked moans. “F-fuck, fuck, don’t stop, don’t stop-!”

Her body tenses, back bowing, toes curling, and she comes with a strangled cry. Every muscle seizes up, spasms rocking through her, as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over her. Her cunt ripples, clenching rhythmically, trying to milk her lover’s cock, wanting to feel him let go inside her.

“Ah, fuck! Dani, I’m gonna-” he gasps out, voice trembling at the edges.

“Yes, yes, cum in me!” she sobs, almost delirious with aftershocks. “Fuck, please, I want it, I need it, fill me up!”

With a labored grunt, he obliges. His hips jerk, burying his cock to the hilt as he finds his release. Thick ropes of cum paint her insides, his cock pulsing as he rides out his orgasm.

They collapse together, sweaty limbs tangled, breath harsh and ragged in the aftermath. Dani clings to him, shuddering as the last spurts of semen fill her up. Her cunt gives a little twitch, instinctively milking him for every drop.

“Bed again soon?” she whispers with a wicked little smile, trailing a hand down his chest. “O seu pau está duro novamente.”

Her grin widens wickedly. “We’ve got plenty of time to do it… devagar, next time,” she purrs. All night long, in fact. She knows she’ll be sore in the morning, but she welcomes the thought. A reminder of what they’ve done together. Evidence of their passion.

He groans, already hardening again under her reverent touch. “You’ll be the death of me, you naughty minx,” he mumbles against her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin.

“From cumming too much, or too often?” she retorts with a throaty laugh. Presses a lingering kiss to his lips. “Too late to turn back now anyway, amor. Should I go get a few toys, or…?”

antique dolls have small pieces that can be choking hazards, shouldn’t have placed them in 1 with all the dubious content, sorry for overstepping