He smiled—small, real—then pushed in slow. Inch by inch, stretching her, filling her until she felt him everywhere. Kaya moaned, legs wrapping his waist, heels digging into his back. Cutie groaned deep, head dropping to her shoulder, breath ragged against her neck.
He started moving—deep, steady thrusts, hips rolling like he'd planned this a hundred times. Each one hit just right, building that tight coil inside her. His hand slipped between them, fingers finding her clit, circling firm and fast while he fucked her harder, skin slapping skin, sweat mixing, the bed creaking loud in the quiet cave.
Kaya's world narrowed to him—his heat inside her, his mouth on her neck biting marks, his fingers relentless. The pressure built fast, too fast, until she shattered, clenching around him, crying out sharp and broken. Cutie followed seconds later, thrusting deep one last time, spilling hot inside her with a low, guttural moan.
