10x Rewards: Conquering Women and Taming Beauties - Chapter 79: Her Pussy Is Finally Shaped To Fit My Cock (18+ - )

Chapter 79: Her Pussy Is Finally Shaped To Fit My Cock (18+ Chapter)

He finally eased out of her with a wet, lewd sound. A thick gush of his cum followed, spilling from her stretched, puffy pussy lips and running down to coat her ass. Rosaline whimpered at the loss, her hips lifting instinctively, chasing the fullness.

“Turn over for me,” he said softly, helping her onto her hands and knees.

She obeyed without hesitation, arching her back beautifully. Her ass rose high, presenting her dripping pussy and the tight pink pucker above it. Cum continued to leak from her well-fucked hole, glistening on her swollen folds and the inside of her thighs. Her heavy breasts hung beneath her, nipples hard and dark, swaying with every breath.

Aristarkh knelt behind her and ran his hands over her ass, squeezing the firm, rounded cheeks. He spread them gently, exposing her completely to the warm sunlight.

“Look at you… so messy. So perfect.”

He dragged the thick head of his cock through the mess, coating himself in their combined fluids before sliding back inside her in one smooth, deep stroke.

Rosaline moaned long and low, pushing back to take every inch.

“Yes… fill me again. I love how you stretch me.”

He started moving again, still calm and deliberate, but with a new depth that made the bed creak softly. Each controlled thrust sent ripples through her ass and made her breasts swing heavily. The wet squelch of his cock plunging into her cum-soaked pussy filled the room, obscene and intoxicating. His balls slapped gently against her with every inward stroke, adding another layer of pleasure.

One of his hands reached around to cup her breast, rolling the stiff nipple between his fingers. The other slid down to circle her swollen clit with slow, firm strokes. Rosaline’s moans grew deeper, more breathy. She rocked back to meet every thrust, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around his thick shaft.

“Harder… but keep it slow,” she gasped, voice trembling. “I want to feel every single inch dragging inside me… every vein… every pulse.”

He gave her exactly what she asked for. Long, grinding strokes that bottomed out against her cervix, then dragged back until only the head remained inside her before sliding home again. The pace was torturously perfect, deep enough to make her see stars, slow enough to let the pleasure build like a rising tide.

Time seemed to stretch. The morning light continued to warm the room as they moved together in perfect sync. Aristarkh leaned over her, kissing the back of her neck, her shoulder, whispering filthy yet tender words against her skin.

“Your pussy is gripping me so tightly… like it never wants to let go.”

“You’re creaming so much around my cock… look at the mess we’re making.”

“I could stay inside you all day like this.”

Rosaline’s responses were soft, broken moans and whispered encouragements.

“Deeper… yes, right there… you’re hitting that spot that makes me melt…”

She came again like this, on her hands and knees, back arched, red hair spilling over one shoulder. Her orgasm was deep and rolling, her pussy spasming hard around his cock, milking him with powerful contractions as fresh wetness mixed with his earlier cum and spread around his shaft. She cried out his name, voice raw and beautiful.

Aristarkh held her through it, continuing those slow, deep thrusts until her tremors subsided. Only then did he gently pull out and turn her onto her back once more.

He settled between her spread thighs, looking down at the beautiful wreck he had made of her. Her pussy was flushed dark pink, gaping slightly from being so thoroughly fucked, thick white cum still leaking steadily from her hole. Her breasts were flushed, nipples stiff and glistening. Her crimson eyes were glassy with pleasure, lips parted on soft pants.

He slid back inside her in one smooth thrust, groaning at the wet heat that welcomed him. This time he hooked her legs over his shoulders, folding her slightly so he could go even deeper. The new angle made Rosaline’s eyes roll back, a broken moan tearing from her throat.

“Fuck… so deep…” she whimpered.

They moved like that for what felt like hours, slow, sensual, emotionally charged. Every thrust carried weight. Every shared breath, every kiss, every whispered name deepened the connection between them. Aristarkh’s hands never stopped touching her, caressing her breasts, stroking her clit, gripping her hips to pull her onto him. Rosaline’s hands roamed his body with equal reverence, tracing his abs, digging into his ass to urge him deeper, cupping his face so she could kiss him as he moved inside her.

The pleasure built again, slower this time, but impossibly intense. Their bodies were slick with sweat, the sheets beneath them soaked with cum and her juices. The air smelled of sex, musky, sweet, heavy.

When Rosaline’s third orgasm began to crest, she locked her legs around him and pulled him down so their foreheads touched.

“Come inside me again,” she begged softly, voice trembling with emotion. “I want to feel you pulsing… filling me while I come.”

Aristarkh’s thrusts grew just a fraction more purposeful, still calm and deep, grinding against her with every stroke.

“Rosaline…” he groaned, the sound raw and real. “You’re mine now… in this moment… you’re mine.”

She shattered first, her pussy clamping down like a velvet fist, rippling and fluttering around his cock as waves of pleasure crashed through her. Her back arched off the bed, breasts pressing against his chest, a long, keening moan spilling from her lips as she soaked him again.

The feeling of her coming so hard around him pushed Aristarkh over the edge. With a deep, guttural groan he buried himself to the hilt and came hard, thick, heavy pulses flooding her already full pussy. He emptied himself inside her until it overflowed, creamy seed leaking out around his cock and dripping down to her ass.

They stayed locked together through the aftershocks, breathing hard, hearts hammering in perfect sync. Aristarkh collapsed gently on top of her, careful not to crush her, his face buried in the crook of her neck. Rosaline’s arms wrapped around him, holding him close as her fingers traced lazy patterns along his back.

For a long time, neither spoke. The room was filled only with the sound of their slowing breaths and the distant whisper of mountain wind outside the windows.

Finally, Rosaline spoke, her voice soft and laced with quiet wonder.

“That was… more than sex. I felt you. All of you.”

Aristarkh lifted his head to look at her, his silver-flecked eyes warm and open in a way they rarely were. He brushed a damp strand of red hair from her forehead and kissed her gently.

“I felt you too. Something shifted today. Something real.”

She smiled, slow and genuine, her crimson eyes shining. One hand came up to cup his cheek.

“Then let’s not pretend it didn’t happen. Stay with me a while longer. The world can wait.”

He nodded, rolling them both onto their sides so they remained facing each other, his softening cock still nestled inside her warmth. Cum continued to leak slowly between them, but neither cared. They simply held each other, bodies pressed close, sharing soft kisses and quiet touches as the morning light continued to bathe their entwined forms.

Rosaline’s leg draped over his hip, keeping him close. Her fingers traced the lines of his chest, occasionally dipping lower to feel where they were still joined.

“You’re still leaking inside me,” she whispered with a soft laugh. “I like it. I like feeling claimed by you.”

Aristarkh’s hand stroked down her back to cup her ass, pulling her even closer.

“Good. Because I’m not done claiming you yet. Not by a long shot.”

They made love one more time after that, lazy and slow, her riding him this time while he sat against the headboard. Rosaline moved her hips in sensual circles and long glides, her heavy breasts bouncing gently as she took him deep. Their eyes never left each other. Hands intertwined. Foreheads pressed together. It felt intimate, emotional, almost sacred in its calmness.

When they finally came together again, her walls fluttering around him, his cock pulsing deep inside her, the release was quiet and profound, sealing whatever bond had formed between them in the golden morning light.

Afterward, they collapsed together in a tangle of limbs and damp sheets. Rosaline curled against his chest, her red hair spilling over his shoulder like a blanket of fire. Aristarkh held her close, one arm wrapped possessively around her waist, the other stroking her back in slow, soothing patterns.

The weight of the morning settled over them like a warm, comforting blanket. This wasn’t just physical release. It was trust. It was connection. It was the quiet beginning of something neither of them had planned but both now craved.

Rosaline nuzzled closer, pressing a soft kiss to his chest.

“Thank you,” she whispered. “For seeing me. For taking your time with me.”

Aristarkh kissed the top of her head, breathing in her scent.

“Thank you for letting me in.”

They lay like that for a long while, hearts beating in sync, bodies entwined, the outside world forgotten.

Eventually the sun climbed higher, but inside Rosaline’s quarters time felt suspended, warm, golden, and filled with the promise of more quiet, deepening moments to come.

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