He sucked harder.
"Ah... hahh..." she moaned. Her hand went to his head. The large, calloused hand. The sword hand. The hand that had killed demons. The hand that was now on a man's black hair, holding, pressing, pushing his mouth deeper into her breast.
He pushed his cock.
Against her pussy. The head. The dark, swollen, wet head. Against the opening. The cotton panty was still there. The last garment. The thin, wet, military cotton. His cock head pressed against the fabric. Against the lips beneath. Against the pussy.
He pulled the panty aside.
His fingers found the cotton. He pulled. The fabric shifted. The panty moved. The pussy was exposed. The hairy pussy. The dark hair, trimmed short, military short. The lips, thick, full. The inner flesh, pink, wet. The clit, swollen, peeking. The opening, the vaginal opening, the entrance that had not been penetrated in three years.
He pushed.
The head went in.
"AAAH...!!"
