From scaring to daring

Leyla sees the length of him and her breath hitches, eyes wide at the thick shaft bobbing before her. She hesitates, lips parted. Then she leans in. Her tongue slips out, cautious at first, tracing the head until her mouth opens wider and takes him deeper. The fear melts into hunger. She swallows him in slow, greedy pulls, spit shining along every inch. When she climbs over him, the tight grip of her pussy stretches around his cock, inch by inch, until she sinks down with a long, shaky moan. Her hips find a rhythm—quick, urgent—and the nervousness is gone, replaced by raw need. She rides harder, hair tumbling forward, greedy for every thrust. Even after he spills across her face, hot streaks painting her skin, her lips stay close to his pulsing length, reluctant to give it up.