They make love

They fall to the bed in a tangle of sheets and clothes, furiously stripping and kissing each other as a primal hunger awakened in their hearts.

Between the two, Wakeyo was an experienced romantic who had no fewer than five failed relationships and Aviel the virgin, who never had a boyfriend once in her life. It was fair to say he dominated the relationship, yet while other women may dislike it, Aviel did not, simply content to surrender herself completely.

"God, you're good with your tongue," Aviel muttered.

"Years of experience, love," Wakeyo whispered with a smirk, "So, wanna let me teach you how to feel good?"

"...Yes, please," Aviel mumbled, her cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

Wakeyo's fingers found her vagina and fondled its fleshy folds, and she gasped in shock at the tingles she felt. Then he began licking and sucking her nipples, using another hand to fondle and mash her breasts in his meaty hands. Her breaths were ragged, her nerves dancing with delight, and her pussy turned wet and dripped with a waterfall of juices.

Then Aviel felt wet fingers enter her mouth, and she tasted something salty and bitter.

"Taste that, love?" Said Wakeyo, "That's your love juices right there. And now that you're dripping wet, it's time for the main course."

Wakeyo's member was an impressive 18 cm, larger than even most African men. Positioning his erect monster with precision, he thrust inside, breaking her hymen.

She screamed in pain before quickly covering her mouth, muffling her cries of pain as she acclimatized to the pain of losing her virginity and Wakeyo's girth.

Wakeyo did not move for a full minute, giving time for Aviel's cries to subside.

"You ready?" He asked.

Aviel could only nod wordlessly.

Then he began to thrust inside her. Each thrust was like a hammer, a ram against her gates of heaven. With each thrust their hips slammed against each other with loud claps, and the tip of Wakeyo's schlong touched her cervix, making her gasp in both pain and pleasure as stars danced across her vision.

It became a battle of endurance for Aviel to not pass out from sheer sensation, and minutes of sexual intercourse turned into hours of heavenly bliss.

The sheets were stained with their sweat and juices, and her H-cup boobs and curvaceous ass jiggled with such hypnotic rhythm Wakeyo smacked her ass again and again, smirking at the red handprints he left on her skin and the jelly-like jiggles he was rewarded with.

Aviel cried tears the entire time, silently enduring with her soldier's discipline.

"Here it comes...!"

And Wakeyo came inside of her, painting the inside of her womb pure white as semen overflowed and spilled onto the bedsheets. Aviel gasped one last time, her back arching in pleasure, then she collapsed and heaved sighs of relief, staring at her lover with teary eyes.

Breathless and unable to speak, Aviel tried hard to summon words but her throat failed her.

Wakeyo kissed her on the lips, their tongues intertwining, and then he lay by her side, pulling the blankets to cover them.

"It was... lovely," Aviel mumbled with a smile, "Painful, but lovely."

"Glad to have pleased you," Wakeyo smirked.

Kissing one last time, they allowed themselves to drift off to sleep.