He spread her open like a secret,
fingers sliding through slick heat,
coaxing gasps from her lips
before his mouth even found her.

She arched,
hips begging against his hand,
as his tongue pressed deep,
lapping, circling, claiming.
Her thighs shook,
and still he held her down,
drinking every drop of her surrender.

When he finally gave her his cock,
it was slow at first—
the stretch, the slide,
her walls clenching tight around him
like they’d been waiting forever.

Every thrust made her wetter,
her cries louder,
her nails carving proof into his skin.
He fucked her until her body betrayed her,
until pleasure spilled from her in waves,
until she was nothing but moans and need.

And still he didn’t stop.
He pressed deeper, harder,
pulling sounds from her throat
that weren’t words,
just raw devotion.

When release finally tore through him,
thick and hot,
her body welcomed it greedily,
clenching, milking, worshiping
like the altar she was.

After, her lips trembled against his ear,
whispering the truth of her ruin:
she would never be satisfied,
because once his cock had split her open,
no other hunger would ever compare.

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