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My cock, still semi-hard and slick from her mouth, stirred back to life as I positioned myself between her thighs, the thick length brushing her inner leg, leaving a trail of our mixed fluids.

'I need to be inside you again, Lena—feel you squeeze me tight,' I whispered, voice trembling with the vulnerability of it all, the way this connection soothed the loneliness of my new life in America. She nodded, hands reaching up to cup my breasts through my shirt, thumbs circling my hard nipples as I lined up, the head of my cock nudging her entrance.

Her tight pussy welcomed me inch by inch, stretching around my girth with a wet, obscene squelch, her walls fluttering as I sank deep, bottoming out with a shared groan. The sensation was electric—hot, pulsing heat enveloping me completely, her arousal easing the slide but not the delicious friction.

I started slow, deep thrusts, savoring every inch, pulling out until just the tip remained before plunging back in, feeling her body yield and cling. Her moans filled the room, loud and unrestrained, echoing off the walls like a balm to my homesick soul—no more hiding, no more awkward avoidance during shifts.

'Fuck, Holly, you're so thick—filling me up like nothing else,' she cried, her nails clawing down my back, leaving red trails that stung and spurred me on. The pain mixed with pleasure, her curvy legs wrapping around my waist, heels digging into my ass to pull me harder, deeper.

I picked up the pace, hips snapping forward with more urgency, the slap of skin on skin punctuating her gasps, sweat beading on our bodies as we lost ourselves in the raw lust.

But it wasn't just fucking; it was connection, her eyes holding mine through the haze, tears of overwhelm pricking at the corners—not from pain, but from the intensity of us, two nurses who'd bridged cultures and cravings in this quiet space away from the hospital's watchful eyes.

My thick cock pounded into her relentlessly, stretching her pussy wide, the base grinding against her clit with each thrust, her juices squirting lightly around me, soaking my balls. She clawed harder, back arching off the cushions, her ponytail coming fully undone now, dark hair fanning out like a halo.

'Harder—god, don't stop, I need you pounding me like this,' she begged, voice ****, hands roaming from my back to grip my ass, spreading me as I drove deeper, the angle hitting her g-spot over and over.

We moved together in a frenzy, sweat-slicked skin sliding, breaths syncing in hot pants, the emotional undercurrent making every thrust feel like a promise—of more nights like this, of exploring the bulge she'd watched so hungrily at work without shame.

My pussy throbbed below, untouched but aching in tandem, the futanari duality heightening everything, cum from earlier leaking out to mix with her wetness. Her moans turned to screams, body trembling beneath me, walls clamping down like a vice as her orgasm built, pulling me toward my own edge again.

But even as the heat coiled tighter, her whispers of 'stay with me' amid the chaos hinted at depths we hadn't plumbed yet, the night stretching out with unspoken possibilities, our bodies entangled in ****, hungry union.

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