The words that fell from Yulia's lips felt like a magic spell.
In my haste, I tore the zipper of my pants, the metal teeth snapping under my fumbling grip. My lungs burned, constricted as if barbed wire coiled around them. The button popped free, pinging off somewhere as I wrestled to thread it loose, desperation clawing at me.
My gaze darted, wild and unfocused, catching the glisten of sweat—or was it water, her snowy essence?—coating her skin. It gleamed, unbearably erotic, and a growl rumbled from my chest, primal and ravenous. Our eyes locked, her cobalt stare fueling the fire as my fingers stumbled under the weight of my own urgency.
Yulia shivered beneath the raw force of my intensity, a sharp gasp escaping her. My struggle to fulfill her whispered wish drew a trembling smile to her lips. She reached up, cradling my cheek with a cool, steadying touch that cut through the haze.
"I'm not going anywhere, baby… Your pants are ruined… those should be mine…" Her words fell in soft, peppered whispers, like cold water splashing over me, snapping my senses back with furrowed brows.
"Slowly. Pull it out… and shove it inside me. Let me feel all of it." Her provocation was a siren's call—raw, reckless, a marathon of desire on our first date. I jolted from the trance, teetering on the edge of her devilish bargain, her voice a seductive tether.
"C… condom…" I rasped the word in a strained whisper, my last shred of responsibility clawing against the tide of abandon. I ached to let go, to dive into the moment, but the better man in me held fast.
"What a sweetheart," Yulia giggled, her voice a playful lilt as she reached for her cloudy white leather bag. She fished out an entire box—twelve, though we'd need to test the fit first. "Here," she said, pressing a single wrapper against my chest, its crinkle sharp against my skin. "You know how to put one on, right?"
The thought of her sliding it on for me sent a jolt through me, my dick throbbing hard against its confines. "It's… my first time," I admitted, scratching my cheek, voice tentative.
Her smile shifted—less stunning beauty, more impish cuteness, her seductiveness spiking tenfold. The line between her everyday charm and this raw, horny edge blurred, wielded with an unnatural adorableness. Her nail sliced the packet with a clean snip, revealing a glossy blue condom that shimmered in her grip.
"What a spoiled little boy. Can't be helped, then," she teased, rising to nudge me down beside her. With a gentle push, she made quick work of my ruined pants and boxers, peeling them away. "I'll put it on for you."
Yulia's cerulean eyes flared wide as she took me in. Five inches soft was already striking, but doubled in length and girth, pulsing with heat, it stole her breath. My balls hung heavy, an imposing pair, and she swallowed hard from the sight.
In her mind, a comparison flickered—Jona tripled that man's size, dwarfing him in every way. The condom might not fit. Or her, for that matter. Yulia had never faced a size like this—not among the few men she'd known. A nervous giggle slipped from her glossy lips, chased by a dry, audible gulp that betrayed her apprehension.
"Hold still, okay?" she murmured, her cool fingers wrapping around the base of my cock. The snow spirit's touch sent a shiver of delight racing up my spine, her delicate grip trembling slightly.
My length pulsed in her hand, wild and untamed, too thick for her fingertips to meet around it. "It's so... big..." She'd spare a glance at her forearm briefly for another comparison.
She checked the condom's tip, ensuring the bubble remained intact, then pressed it against me. The slick lube and chilly elastic felt alien, a strange thrill prickling my skin. With slow, stroking motions, Yulia rolled the edges down, coaxing them over my shaft. It stretched… and stretched… and stretched further—until a sharp rip split the silence, the latex tearing apart at the middle.
"Very, very, very troublesome boy..." Her gaze flicked up to mine, wide with surprise, laced with nerves, her lower lip caught between her teeth. Her face blazed crimson, a ripe tomato splattered across fresh snow. The message was clear: the condoms he'd requested were rejected only because of overqualification.
"You're not backing out, are you?" Yulia's brow arched, her gaze darting between my dick and my eyes. Her hand slid along the lower half of my length, stroking gently, teasingly.
"You get to put aaaall this…" Her voice drawled, a fingernail tracing a slow, deliberate line from the base of a vein up to the frenulum, snagging a sharp gasp from my throat. "Inside me."
"No…" I swallowed hard, shaking my head. A chance like this might never cross my path again. "I'll… try not to finish inside…" My resolve steadied, though the heat of her touch threatened to unravel it.
I'd seen memes and posts about women like her—seductive, unpredictable—and though I expected nothing from Yulia beyond the devilish playfulness of her body, my heart hammered against my ribs, wild and insistent.
"Then I'll just slide this in, so we can finally…" she purred, shifting to straddle me. A soft click sounded as she unclasped her skirt, the fabric slipping away effortlessly. It revealed wide hips framing plump, flawlessly sculpted legs, a vision that stole my breath.
Her hot, dripping lower lips brushed my tip, a molten kiss that sent shivers racing down my spine. Yulia leaned forward, hands splaying across my chest for balance. "Hnnnh… you're… spreading me apart…!" she gasped, her voice trembling with the stretch.
"Hoooh… nh… ngh…!" With every inch Yulia sank, a soft, tight warmth swallowed my girth, cloaking me in a slick, wet embrace—slimy yet comforting, like a glove molded to my every contour.
This was it—the grip so slick your reasons slip, a velvet vice that whispered away restraint. It tempted me to thrust every worry into oblivion, trading them for a problem that might arrive in nine months.
"It's… reaching my womb…!" Yulia gasped, her voice quaking as her legs trembled, mere inches from settling fully onto my lap. I eased back against the couch bed, hands sliding to her hips for support.
"Jona... you're filling me up completely...!" My calloused fingers dug into her supple, springy rear, kneading it with firm intent. Like her breasts, it yielded like focaccia dough—lush and hydrated—bigger, better stress balls to melt my tension away.
My tip nudged against a firm, rubbery wall, coaxing a sharp quip from Yulia. She squeaked, arms snapping around my neck in a startled clutch as her feet slipped.
In one swift, unintended plunge, she sank, driving me to the hilt. "?!?!??!" Her yelps tore through the air—raw, almost inhuman—followed by a hot gush of liquid that bathed my length, a sudden, primal baptism. I never thought she could produce this kind of voice.
"Ugh… You're… so tight… Miss Yulia…!" I gasped, heat flooding my face, my heart racing like a runaway engine. Her nails clawed into my back, igniting a strange, electric thrill I hadn't known I could feel.
"Yulia… Just call me Yulia, please…" Her breath came heavy, a layered gust of snow against my shoulder, cool yet charged. Her insides gripped me, pulsing and slick, a comfort so deep I could lose myself in it for days. A luxury worth chasing.
I seized her rear again, hands rough and sure, lifting her hips in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Each descent drew gasps from us both, her return a wet, squelching echo that filled the room.
"Haaah… Jona… so good…" she whimpered, her hand cupping my cheek. Our foreheads met, her cloudy eyes and parted lips pulling me in like a magnet. Our mouths collided in a messy kiss—moans and breaths mingling, tongues stumbling in a raw, unpolished dance, too real to fake.
Our bodies synced so perfectly that feigning anything less than bliss felt like a chore. My dick pressed her cervix upward with every thrust, meeting no resistance, only eager acceptance. Each time I brushed those firmer spots inside her, she'd gasp—sharp, breathy—and her walls would clamp down, a tight, reflexive squeeze.
"Having this unforgettable dick is… ngh~… cheating, you… womanizer…!" Yulia rasped, her hands pressing hard against my chest as she rose up, defiance in her trembling frame.
"I'll show you… how a real woman rides…!" she vowed, knees wobbling but resolute. She lifted her hips high, hovering for a heartbeat, then slammed them down with a force that rattled us both, staking her claim.
The pressure surged, a fierce spike as I clung to her thighs like a lifeline. Yulia bounced on me with wild abandon, her body rolling like I was a yoga ball beneath her. She shivered, brows knitted tight, her pupils glinting with a heart-like shimmer—or was I imagining it?
Bracing my core, I threw a twist into her rhythm, thrusting my hips up just as she slammed down. My length drove into her weak spot, a precise stab that sent her reeling back. Her hands flew to my shins for balance, knees knocking together as she arched. "Ngh…! Hnnnnn~! I-I'm cumming again…!" Her walls clamped down, strangling my dick, while a wet, keening cry spilled from both her lips—above and below.
"Keep feeling good, Yulia…!" Her name on my tongue sparked a fresh tremor through her, her body quaking like a drenched puppy. She milked me with a heavy, relentless grip, drawing me deeper into her heat.
"Hangh…~ Jona… Jona…!" she gasped, her voice breaking into desperate screams of my name. Her hips moved on their own, untamed, chasing that electric jolt I'd given her, a frantic dance detached from the rest of her trembling frame.
"Yulia…!" I growled, ensnared by her hypnotic rhythm. My hips chased hers, mirroring each thrust as wet squelches and the slick bridges of our union wove a toe-curling symphony. It set my body ablaze, hardening the steel I buried inside her.
Her insides hollowed around me, yielding to my ten-inch brand. It seared the snow woman from within, melting not just her flesh but her mind and heart, bending them to crave me above all else.
"I'm going to…!" The warning rasped out as the pressure surged, a primal urge to spill my seed across her waiting core. It swelled steadily in her silky grip, teetering on the edge, ready to erupt.
I couldn't pull free—she pinned me beneath her, riding me like a cowgirl astride a steel bull. Her breasts swayed heavy above my face, hips rolling with elastic grace, her gasping, hungry smirk locking onto me.
"Inside… please… mark me… make me yours…!" Yulia's voice sang a siren's call, tearing through my reason, unraveling every promise I'd clung to in its haunting echo.
"It's safe today, I swear…! Please, Jona… Cum inside… It'll feel so good…!" Her pleas battered my resolve, a wrecking ball splintering my restraint, tempting me to trust a woman consumed by her own heat.
Before I could wrest control, her pussy made the choice for me, clenching with a deep, coaxing kiss where my tip met her cervix. My release erupted, a torrential roar flooding her womb to overflowing. A guttural groan ripped from my chest as relief and fluid surged free, my dick throbbing with thick, seedy pulses inside her.
"Haaaahng!!!" Yulia's moan shattered the air, raw and unfiltered, a parched woman sated at last. Her body quaked, drinking in the dominance that poured into her, overriding her very essence with primal surrender.
Yulia collapsed onto my chest, her plush breasts pressing against me like cooling pads, soothing my fevered skin. We lay tangled in a bed soaked with our sweat and mingled juices, and she rolled to my right, claiming my bicep as her pillow. Her cobalt eyes glimmered up at me, sparkling with a quiet joy, her arms tucked in like a coddled little girl.
"It felt like explosions streaking across my eyes…" she sighed, her voice dreamy and soft as she nuzzled into my chest, a puppy seeking warmth. A long, cold breath escaped her, brushing my skin like a chilly breeze, crisp and refreshing. Holding her was like embracing an ice sculpture carved from clouds—ethereal, cool, her body a balm that washed over my sweltering heat like a sudden, bracing shower.
I was at a loss for words. If she sets the bar for my first time, it was uncertain to find someone better if I compare any and every woman that might come my way.
The urge seizes me to hug Yulia, bear hugging her with a yelp squeaking out of her presumbly from surprise.
Her crown smelled of
The urge to hug Yulia seizes me, bear hugging the lady with a cute yelp, presumably caught from surprise. Her crown smelled of faint scented snow amongst the layers of faintly scented snow amongst the layers of mixed sweat.
"You're so sweet..." Yulia inhaled my scent as she wrapped her arms around my back. Feeling the comfort of a hug settle in, blood rushes between my legs once more so strongly that it slides between her pressed thighs and rubs against her creamy lips.
"You're not going down after one round, are you?" She'd look up at me with a seductive smile, beckoning me to ravage her once again with me leading her this time.
Let's just say I obliged... using my entire apartment as a breeding ground to completely carve my existence into her heart and memory.