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Sprawled out on a rumpled futon, Ozora lay back with her legs eagerly spread, the slick pink of her pussy glistening invitingly. Her slender thighs trembled with anticipation, the sheer black panties she wore barely concealing her aching need. The air was thick with the scent of her arousal, a primal musk that filled the tiny room.

Ozora was a vision of forbidden desire, a delicate geisha unused to such brazen displays of lust. Her raven hair cascaded down her back in ebony waves, framing a heart-shaped face flushed a soft pink. Large brown eyes, framed by long lashes, darted nervously to the door, half-hoping, half-fearing that she might be discovered in this compromising position.

A soft rustle of clothing behind her made Ozora gasp, a thrill running through her body at the sound. She felt the bed dip as the man crawled in behind her, his rough hands sliding up her silky thighs to grasp the enticing lace of her panties. With a swift tug, he tore them from her body, baring her most intimate places to his hungry gaze.

Ozora heard the zip of his trousers and felt the heat of his arousal pressing against her back. She shivered, her nipples stiffening beneath the thin silk of her robe. Every inch of her body ached for his touch, for the raw, animalistic pleasure he promised.

“Please…” Ozora whimpered, her voice low and breathy with desperation. “I need you…”

With a deep, guttural groan, the man flipped her onto her back, pinning her delicate wrists above her head. Ozora’s heart raced, her pulse pounding in her ears as she gazed up at him with wide, luminous eyes. She could feel the hard ridge of his cock pressing insistently against her damp heat, demanding entrance.

Ozora’s breath hitched as he leaned down and captured her mouth in a searing kiss, all teeth and tongue plundering her depths. She moaned, her hips arching up to meet his, grinding her slick pussy against his throbbing shaft.

With a sudden, rough movement, the man thrust into her, sheathing himself to the hilt in her hot, tight channel. Ozora cried out in pleasure, her back bowing off the futon as he stretched her deliciously. He fucked her hard and fast, his hips snapping against hers as he pounded into her mercilessly.

The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, a obscene symphony of lust and depravity. Ozora’s walls clenched around him, drawing him deeper, as if trying to pull him into her very core. She could feel every ridge and vein of his pulsing cock as it dragged against her sensitive flesh, stoking the flames of her desire to an inferno.

His mouth found her throat, his teeth sinking into the tender skin as he sucked and bit at her, marking her as his own. Ozora writhed beneath him, lost in a haze of pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. She could feel the pressure building within her, a coiling tension in the pit of her stomach that threatened to consume her whole.

“Harder…” Ozora hissed through gritted teeth, her nails raking down his back. “Fuck me harder! Make me scream!”

The man obliged her, his thrusts becoming more furious, more animalistic in their ferocity. The headboard slammed against the wall with each powerful drive of his hips, the room shaking with the force of their coupling. Ozora’s cries grew louder, more desperate, until they were almost primal in their intensity.

She felt her release cresting, her body tensing as it teetered on the edge of oblivion. With a final, brutal thrust, the man plunged balls-deep into her weeping cunt, sending her hurtling over the precipice. Ozora’s orgasm crashed over her in shuddering waves, her pussy clamping down on his pulsing cock as it erupted inside her.

Their mingling fluids gushed from her stretched hole, soaking the sheets beneath them. Ozora’s body arched into a perfect bow, every muscle in her lithe frame pulled taut as electricity crackled through her veins. The man’s teeth found her throat once more, sinking deep into the soft flesh as he marked her as his own.

As the last tremors of their shared ecstasy ebbed away, the pair collapsed together on the sweat-soaked sheets, boneless and spent. Ozora clung to him, her body still quivering with the aftershocks of her monumental climax. She felt claimed, owned, utterly possessed by this man and his ravenous desire for her.

Soft fingers brushed her hair back from her forehead, a tender gesture that belied the roughness of their coupling. Ozora’s eyes fluttered open to find him gazing down at her, his own piercing gaze soft with adoration. She smiled, her heart full to bursting with a love that knew no bounds.

“Again…” Ozora whispered huskily, nipping at his chin. “I want you again and again until the dawn, until we’re so exhausted we can’t move. Fuck me, love me, make me yours in every way imaginable.”

The man growled low in his throat, his spent cock already beginning to stir once more. Ozora shivered with anticipation, her pussy clenching at the thought of what was to come. There was no limit to the depths of their passion, no end to the pleasure they could find in each other’s arms.

They would fuck and fuck and fuck until the sun rose high in the sky, their bodies intertwined in a dance as old as time itself. Ozora’s robe lay forgotten on the floor, a crumpled heap of silk and sin. Her hair spread out around her like a dark halo, a oficinas of their debauchery.

As the man moved over her once more, his hungry gaze raking over her naked form, Ozora surrendered herself wholly to him. To the fire of his touch, to the ecstasy of his kiss, to the white-hot bliss of their endless lovemaking. She was his, now and forever, and she gave herself to him willingly, eagerly, gratefully.

And so they lost themselves in each other once more, their moans and cries echoing through the room like a sacred incantation. A testament to the power of their desire, to the all-consuming passion that burned between them like an eternal flame