Dawn delight

As dawn approached, they woke, their arms around each other. Mary kissed Artur and stroked his morning wood. He caressed her as they kissed until she straddled his hips.

Mary positioned herself over him, her pussy wet and swollen, ready to take him once more. Artur's cock was hard again, eager for more.

She slowly lowered herself onto him, feeling his thickness sliding inside her as she moaned softly. Their eyes locked, the intensity of their passion building with each movement.

Mary rode him, her hips swaying in a slow, sensual rhythm. He reached up and cupped her breasts, his fingers sketching circles around her erect nipples. She leaned forward and kissed him, their tongues twining together in a deep, passionate dance.

Artur placed his hands on her hips, guiding her movements, his cock gliding in and out of her wet heat. She moaned into his mouth, her body trembling with desire.

Their lovemaking was slow and intense, unlike the raw frenzy of the night before. They groaned and panted, their skin aflame with pleasure.

As the predawn glimmer filtered into the room, they continued to make love, lost in the intensity of their connection. Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, an unspoken understanding between them.

Artur's hands roamed over Mary's body, caressing her skin and exploring every curve. He couldn't help but be amazed by the way her body responded to his touch, how her pussy clenched around his cock, how her nipples hardened at his gentle grazes.

Mary moaned softly, her breaths ragged with arousal. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her. Their bodies moved together in a beautiful dance, their lovemaking as much a testament to their passion as it was to their newfound love.

As they reached the peak of their passion, they could feel their desire building, their climaxes edging closer. They knew that this day would be etched in their minds, their lives.

Their bodies trembled together as they reached their climax, their moans mingling with the sounds of their lovemaking. Artur thrust one last time, his cock pulsing inside Mary's wet and eager womb, filling her with his hot seed. Mary clenched around him, her pussy squeezing him tightly as they both cried out in pleasure.

As they lay there, spent and exhausted, they knew that this was only the beginning. They had just begun to explore the depths of their love, the intensity of their passion, and the world of possibilities that lay before them.

Artur pulled out of Mary, and they collapsed onto the bed, their bodies still entwined. They lay there, their breaths slowly returning to normal, their hearts beating in sync.

Artur fell asleep, but Mary crawled out of bed. She retrieved her dress, soiled as it was. She kissed Artur on the lips, getting an **** kiss in return before she crept out of the room. She headed to her pallet in the ****'s quarters.