Kelan carefully folded Layla's legs further back, slowly guiding his dick into her pussy, inch by inch. Her slick warmth welcomed him effortlessly, already so wet and cold without any foreplay, allowing his penis to slide in with ease.
"Anh~" Layla let out a soft, quivering moan as Kelan's long dick pressed against the depths of her cervix, sending a shiver through her.
'What the heck? Why is she this wet and tight?' Kelan thought, groaning under the intense pressure gripping his dick. It was no joke—the sensation was overwhelming. He wanted to spice things up with dirty talk, but he held back, remembering Layla wasn't the type for that during sex. She was more reserved, preferring quiet intimacy over dirty words.
Kelan interlocked his fingers with hers, their hands clasped tightly, and began to move his waist, thrusting into her in the missionary position with steady rhythm.
"Nnmmmgh~"
"Mmm~"
"Anh~"
