The temptation is too much

While the girl sleeps and dreams, Eron feels as if he’s in a dream of his own as he inches closer. He places a hand on her arm, gently, as if to wake her – though knowing that she’ll stay asleep for some time yet. Still, when she doesn’t stir, he grows bolder, resting his hand against the base of her ribcage, feeling her heartbeat. His own heart pounds faster.

Her skin is so soft, so smooth under his fingers, that he lets them wander upward, sliding under the tattered rags that barely cover her breasts. She lets out a soft sigh of what sounds like pleasure.

Barely aware of what he’s doing, Eron undoes his breeches and gently pulls the girl towards the edge of the table, towards him. One moment he’s just imagining what it would feel like to slide his cock inside her, just for a moment, and then…

The girl’s body seems to react to his intrusion, her walls clamping down on him. So warm, so tight, so inviting – it’s like nothing Eron has ever felt before. He tells himself that he’s going to stop now, put an end to this, but instead he finds himself moving, back and forth, in and out. Her big tits jiggle and roll gently as her body shakes with his increasingly urgent movements.

As his excitement grows, he clambers on top of her, his hands moving over her breasts, grabbing her shoulders, gripping tightly now as his chest presses down on hers. He’d seen her as so strong and capable before, but now, he has complete control – he’s aware of how small she is compared to him, his body hunched over hers, holding her in place. Her breath comes rapidly, hot against his face, her eyelids fluttering but not opening. He pounds away with hard, **** thrusts.