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They are out of control when heat and emotion dominate. Zandro was on top of her and their kiss deepened. Ara is losing her sanity with every careful caress of Zandro. She felt very hot, especially as the first Archon's hand slowly crawled inside her shirt.
She bit his lip so hard that Zandro suddenly grabbed her chest and gently massaged it while he continued to kiss her. "Ahhh" she couldn't stop grunting.
Zandro's left hand crawled on her thigh as his lip went to Ara's neck. He sucked her skin which left a red trace, then the kiss slowly descended to her chest. Her breathing deepened as Zandro gradually lifted the hem of her shirt.
They suddenly stared at each other while both gasped for breath. "We shouldn't do this but-" Ara put her two palms on Zandro's chest afterward, pushing him slightly. When they both sat down, Zandro still couldn't take his seductive gaze away from Ara. "If you don't like this, I will stop my mania-" Zandro murmured.
Ara looked down at Zandro's white polo then started to remove the button. He greeted her with a passionate kiss while she continued to remove the remaining buttons.
Zandro immediately took off his white polo after Ara slowly lay down while the first Archon's kiss was getting aggressive. Ara gently rubbed her palm on Zandro's body, then hung it around his neck. She was drowning in lust and could no longer escape. "Ahh!" A growl came out of her mouth that she had been suppressing earlier when Zandro suddenly caressed her femininity.
She couldn't stop moaning and was drowning in the heat that Zandro was making her feel. That was the first time she had felt that and she seemed obsessed and addicted to the smell and caress of the first Archon.
Zandro slowly took off her blouse as well as the pants she was wearing until only undergarments were left. Zandro is fascinated by what he sees. He doesn't know that Ara's body is so attractive and perfect. He stared at the marks left by the stab wounds on Ara's body. He gently touched it, then looked at Ara. "What did you do when you weren't with me?"
"Fighting- f-fighting to live" Ara's weak response.
He saw the sadness in Ara's eyes, he couldn't help but feel bad for the heavy journey that Ara had gone through and the thought she was fighting and facing the pain and grief alone just to keep alive and breathing breaks his heart. "You don't have to fight alone, I'll be with you wherever you go, promise" he murmured then their lips prevailed again.
Zandro tried to lower her pants but she stopped him. "Why? " Zandro asked gently.
"I have a condition," Ara said. "If we do this I want the light to be turned off. I don't want you to see the marks of my wound."
"You are beautiful in any way. I don't care about any other scars on your body."
"Please, just turn off the light," Ara said again.
"Okay, as you wish", Zandro turned off the lamp then resumed what they were doing.
Zandro gulped hard when Ara was not wearing anything. He is free to do what he wants, they are both drenched in lust and temptation, so there is no reason for them not to continue what they started.
They kiss deeply and fight their tongues while Zandro's hand massages the delicate part of Ara. "Ughh!" Ara sighed deeply as Zandro slightly inserted his finger into hers "F-f*ck!, that hurts even more than a bullet" she exclaimed, which made Zandro smile a little "Just relax yourself" Zandro said seductively.
Zandro gently inserted, then released his finger, in Ara's femininity. Ara's grip on Zandro's shoulder tightened even more because of the pain she felt, but as time went on, the pain also disappeared and was replaced by a strange sensation. Ara bit her lip and repeatedly squirmed every time Zandro inserted his finger again.
"Let it out, Ara. You moan if you want to ", Zandro whispered seductively in her ear.
"They might hear me, you f*cker!" Ara replied.
He just replied with a soft kiss, then took off his pants and boxer shorts. His kiss went to Ara's ear as his hand slowly crawled towards her chest.
Their delicate parts were rubbing against each other so Ara couldn't help but moan a little. "Ahh! F*ck! Ohh!" she cursed, then bit Zandro's lower lip softly.
Ara was wet and their bodies were already dripping with sweat. Ara couldn't stop her growls every time Zandro's manhood slipped into her delicacy.
She holds tightly to the pillow every time Zandro licks her n*pple, then sucks hard. "F*ck! I'm b-burning down! Ahh!" she moaned.
Zandro slightly bit her skin, then their faces met. Only the moonlight from the window served as a light in the room, so she could see the lust on Zandro's face. "Feel me", she murmured.
Zandro only responded with a kiss, then pointed his c*ock at Ara's delicacy. Ara sighed deeply as it gradually sank into her femininity. She bit her hard as her fingernail dug into Zandro's back. "A-ahh f*ck! Ahh" she growled as a tear dripped from her eye "That hurt like hell" she exclaimed, then she hung her hand on Zandro's neck.
"Tell me when the pain is gone" Zandro murmured.
Just a minute later, Ara spoke again, "You can move now."
Zandro thrust slowly, Ara's grip tightened even more until Zandro's penetration got faster and faster. "Ahh!" Ara growled as Zandro thrust his manhood, even more, deeper into the core. "F-f*ck! Ohh! Ahh!" Ara wrapped her thigh around Zandro's waist while Zandro continued to thrust back and forth.
Zandro suddenly pulled out his manhood and lay down facing Ara on the bed, then rudely re-entered again. "F*ck you're so tight" Zandro exclaimed, then his thrust was even faster. They were both delirious with the strange sensation that swallowed their bodies. "Ahh, ghad! even if I do it every day I won't get tired," he said seductively.
Zandro looked up at the ceiling with great desire and thrust in and out even faster. "Ahh! Ahhh! Oh! Ghad! You're so f*cking tight!" He growled then bit his lip very hard.
Ara held on tightly to the pillow as she bit the fabric and was delirious with pleasure. "F-faster! Ahhh! s**t!."
Zandro gasped while Ara's knees were shaking with great pleasure. "I'm c-c*****g!" Zandro exclaimed, so he thrust, even more, faster, until the sticky white liquid on Ara's femininity exploded, then he followed. Their juices mixed, then Zandro slowly pulled out his manhood and carefully laid Ara down, then kissed her forehead. Their lips pressed together again, their kiss deepening until they felt heat in their bodies again. Ara has not yet gained new strength when Zandro re-enters his manhood in her delicacy again.
She pushed Zandro horizontally on the bed, then she sat on his manhood up to the cowgirl in their position. She touched Zandro's elegant chest, then slowly moved up and down. "Augh! Ahh! F*ck!" she moaned more with pleasure because the deeper his manhood penetrated her.
Zandro just held Ara's waist and she worked and moved to give him an extreme pleasure that he had not felt for a long time. "Ahh! Baby! That was so good! F*ck me!" He murmured, then he started to move and meet every thrust of Ara.
Their every breath was deep and they did not feel tired because of the excessive pleasure that their body shared. They changed positions until Zandro entered his manhood from behind. He grabbed Ara's hair and made a ponytail so that it would not hit her face. He moved faster back and forth when he felt that he was about to explode again. "I'm c*****g baby!" he uttered.
He thrust even deeper when he felt his c*m coming out. "Ahh f*ck!" his fluid exploded on Ara's femininity and she was even finished as well.
They were both gasping for breath and falling into bed as Ara's knee was still shaking in too much pleasure.
"Thank you" Zandro murmured.
"For what?" Ara asked him while resting on his arm.
"For letting me enter your world", Zandro replied.
"Hmm," she hummed and fell silent.
Zandro leaned over and faced her. He kissed Ara's forehead, then hugged her. He played with Ara's hair. "I decided to own you, ever since you rescued me in the park. And I have no intention of letting you go, so just stay by my side and I will make sure that you will never feel alone." he murmured, then continued to comb Ara's hair. He doesn't care what Ara is thinking by this time, the important thing is that he will accept the accountability for what happened to them tonight. Because that's exactly what a real man should be doing.
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