The room was filled with the obscene sound of wet skin slapping together.

Isabel was now on all fours in a deep doggy-style position, her thick, round ass raised high for Azael. He gripped her wide hips tightly and thrust into her from behind with powerful, steady strokes. Every time his hips slammed forward, they collided against her big, soft ass cheeks, making them jiggle and ripple lewdly with each impact.

Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!

Isabel’s own hips pushed back eagerly to meet his thrusts in perfect rhythm, her pussy greedily swallowing his thick cock again and again. Her huge breasts swayed heavily beneath her like pendulums, swinging back and forth with every hard thrust.

"Ahhn~ Azael...! It’s so deep from behind... " she moaned shamelessly, her voice dripping with pleasure.

Azael groaned, his hands squeezing the soft flesh of her ass as he watched it bounce against him. Her body was wet because of sweat. Her skinw glistening making it more erotic.

"Do you like it, my love?" he asked, voice rough with lust.

"Yes...! Yes, I like it...! Ahn~ It feels so good...!" Isabel cried out between moans, her black hair now completely loosened from its bun, strands sticking to her sweaty face and neck.

Azael leaned forward, pressing his chest against her back.

Azael’s hand didn’t stay still for long. His thumb began to graze her lower lip, tracing the swollen softness left behind by their frantic kisses.

​"You’re so sensitive now," he murmured, his voice a low vibration that she felt in her very bones. "Every time I touch you, you tremble."

​He leaned in, his nose brushing against the crook of her neck.

The sensation of his hot breath on her damp skin was a sharp contrast to the cool air beginning to drift through the window. Isabel let out a broken, high-pitched whimper as he nipped at the sensitive cord of her neck, his teeth grazing just hard enough to leave a mark.

One hand slid around to fondle her swinging breasts, squeezing the heavy, soft mounds while his fingers pinched her hard nipples. His lips found her neck, kissing and sucking on the sensitive skin as Isabel turned her head to the side.

Their lips met in a messy, passionate kiss. Their tongues clashed and danced sloppily while Azael continued fucking her harder from behind. The we plap-plap-plap sounds grew louder and faster as he drove into her cum-filled pussy.

"Mmmph~♡" Isabel moaned into his mouth, her tongue swirling desperately against his.

With a few final, deep thrusts, Azael buried himself to the hilt and came hard inside her again.

"Nngh... Isabel... I’m cumming...!" he groaned against her lips as thick ropes of hot semen flooded her womb once more.

Isabel’s pussy clenched tightly around him, milking every drop as another orgasm washed over her. "Aahhn~ Darling♡... it’s filling me again..."

After catching his breath, Azael pulled out slowly, his cock still hard and glistening with their mixed fluids.

As the initial fire simmered into a glowing ache, Azael didn’t remained calm for long. He gently eased her onto her side, his body molding to the curve of her back in a protective.

He hooked her silken thigh over his hip, exposing the slick, cream-streaked heat of her once more.

​With a slow, agonizing slide, he re-entered her. The angle changed everything; the friction was tighter, more concentrated against her most sensitive depths.

"Ahh~ Azael...! This position... it’s weird ahnn~... ♡" Isabel moaned, her hand reaching back to hold onto his hip as he pounded into her cum-filled pussy.

He wrapped one arm around her, fondling her breast while kissing the back of her neck. "You feel even tighter like this... Your pussy is sucking me in so greedily, my love..."

They continued like this for a long time, switching positions again and again. Eventually Azael lifted her completely into his arms. Isabel wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, her face crimson and filled with lust. Her huge breasts pressed tightly against his chest as he held her up and fucked her standing.

Their tongues danced wildly in another sloppy kiss while his thick cock thrust up into her leaking, cum-filled pussy.

​The gravity of the position forced him even deeper. As he marched her toward the wall, each step was a thrust, each jolt sending a fresh wave of pleasure through her trembling frame. Their fluids were like a cocktail of love juices and spent seed, traveled in slow, hot rivulets down her thighs, staining the floor beneath them.

"Ahhn~♡ Azael... Darling... I can’t... I’m going to cum again...!" Isabel whimpered against his lips, her body trembling in his strong arms.

"Cum for me, Isabel... Let me feel you squeeze my cock..." he growled, increasing his pace.

​"Azael... Darling... I can’t... my body is breaking...!" she whimpered, her head lolling back as he pinned her against the wall, his thrusts becoming short and frantic.

They continued like this until the sun began to set outside the window. They made love for hours. Passionate, sweaty, and intense.

Azael took her in every position he could think of, filling her again and again until both of them were completely exhausted.

Finally, they collapsed onto the bed side by side, sweaty, breathing heavily, and utterly spent. Isabel’s body was covered in a light sheen of sweat, her hair completely messy, and her round glasses still resting forgotten on the bedside table. Thick white cum slowly leaked out from her well-fucked pussy onto the sheets.

Azael pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her tired body. He kissed her forehead gently.

"You were amazing, Isabel..." he whispered softly, his voice full of affection.

Isabel nestled against his chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his skin. Her thoughts were all about Azael and sexy she had just now. No other thought invaded her.

"You... you were even more amazing, Azael..." she murmured, her voice hoarse from moaning for so long. "I never knew... it could feel like this..." she said with soft smile.

They lay there in comfortable silence for a while, simply holding each other. The room was filled with the heavy scent of sex and their mingled breathing slowly returning to normal.

Azael stroked her hair gently and said nothing.

Isabel’s cheeks flushed again, but she didn’t protest his touch. Instead, she snuggled closer to him, feeling safe and cherished in his warm embrace.

Soon Azael was fell asleep.