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Lena's pussy clenched around my cock with every thrust, her walls fluttering as I drove deeper, the slick sounds of our joining filling the room like a filthy symphony. Sweat beaded on her skin, trickling between her full breasts that jiggled against my chest, her dark nipples scraping my own with each jolt.

The emotional pull tugged at me—her words about feeling like home echoing in my mind, easing the sharp pang of missing Manila's humid nights and my family's laughter. Here, buried inside her, I felt anchored, desired for all of me, bulge and curves and the ache of being new.

I slowed my hips, grinding deep instead of pounding, wanting to draw this out, to let the intimacy build beyond the raw fuck.

'Touch it,' I murmured, my voice husky, grabbing her wrists gently but firmly. I guided Lena's hands down between us, past where our bodies connected, to the thick base of my cock where it stretched her pussy lips wide.

Her fingers trembled at first, tentative, brushing the veined shaft slick with her juices and my pre-cum, feeling the heat pulsing under her palms. Then her grip tightened fast, wrapping around as much as she could, squeezing the girth that wouldn't fully close in her fist. The pressure sent a jolt through me, my balls drawing up tight, my own pussy clenching emptily below.

'Fuck, Holly—it's so thick, throbbing like it owns me,' she gasped loudly, her breath mingling with mine as I leaned down, our lips inches apart, hot exhales trading in the dim lamplight of her living room. I pressed her hands deeper onto me, encouraging her to stroke the exposed length while I stayed buried to the hilt, her touch making my cock twitch inside her, stretching her further.

The sensation was electric—her fingers sliding wetly along the underside, thumb circling the ridge where shaft met her stretched entrance, smearing the mess we made. Emotions swirled; her touch felt like acceptance, chasing away the hospital stares that had made me shrink, replacing them with this hungry claim.