Lust System: Conquering the World Beauties-Chapter 421 Lana’s First Time II

Liam felt her trembling beneath him, and slowly he shifted, letting her roll onto her back, hips tilting, legs slightly parted. He held her close, one hand pressed against her waist, the other cupping her neck as he guided her into the new angle. Her breath hitched sharply, sharp gasps spilling out like whispers in the quiet room.

"Ah... oh... Liam..." she whispered, tiny whimpers trembling in her voice, heat flooding her cheeks. "Deeper... please..."

He groaned softly, pressing into her, letting her feel every inch of him fully again, but from this new angle her pussy walls stretched and tightened in ways he hadn’t felt before. Her tightness wrapped around him, clenching instinctively as she arched, pressing into him, the wet heat slick and almost suffocating in its intensity.

"Fuck... you’re so warm... so tight... oh..." Liam murmured, his voice low and rough, letting her feel the deliberate pressure of his thrusts, slow at first, teasing her, then with a little more rhythm, letting her adjust, savor, and react.

"Mmhh... oh god... yes... Liam... right there... harder... ohhh... ohhh yes..." she cried softly, thighs quivering around him, hands gripping his arms, tugging him closer, her hips lifting involuntarily to meet his movements. Her pussy fluttered against him, squeezing in tight waves that made his groan vibrate deep in his chest.

He leaned down, pressing his forehead to hers, lips brushing against her jaw as he whispered, "Mine... all mine... you feel so good..." His hands roamed, one trailing down her stomach, cupping her breast, thumb brushing over her nipple, teasing lightly as he moved, her body responding instantly, shivering, quivering, gasping.

"Ohhh... baby... Liam... mmm... yes... I’m yours..." she moaned, pressing herself into him, the sensations overwhelming her. Every tiny twitch, every squeeze of her walls, made him groan, letting his hips roll slightly, teasing, adjusting, feeling her tightening, pulsing, the new position giving him fresh angles to explore her virgin heat.

He shifted again, sliding sideways so she wrapped her legs around him, drawing him closer, letting him sink deeper, hitting her at angles that made her cry out softly, gasps, shaky whines, even a few breathless, incoherent words that were uniquely hers. "Yes... oh god... Liam... so... so... yes... right there... baby..."

Her hands roamed over him, gripping, tugging, holding tight as she pressed her mouth to his shoulder, biting gently, her body quivering uncontrollably with every stroke. Liam groaned, letting his mouth find hers in a long, deep kiss, tasting her heat, her need, feeling her pussy walls tighten around him in waves, pulsing in delicious rhythm against him.

"Ah... yes... baby... fuck... Liam... deeper... ohhh... oh god..." she whimpered, tilting her head back, pressing against him with every movement, letting him feel the raw, first-time intensity of her body reacting to him fully.

He let one hand slide down her side, teasing the insides of her thigh, brushing lightly over her folds before pulling back slightly, teasing her, making her gasp sharply, her soft, high cries vibrating in the room. "Lana... you feel incredible... tight, hot, perfect..." he murmured, slowing slightly to let her quiver fully beneath him, rolling his hips just enough to stretch and pleasure her.

"Mmhh... oh... yes... baby... oh god... Liam... harder... ohhh yes... don’t stop..." she whispered, trembling, hands clutching his back, nails digging slightly, pressing into him as if she never wanted to let him go. Every new thrust, every slight adjustment made her walls flutter, squeeze, and pulse around him in ways that were overwhelming, intoxicating, addictive.

Liam tilted them again, now laying her on her side, one leg hooked over his, letting him enter from a slightly different angle. Her moans changed, richer, lower, breathless but sharper, a mixture of gasps, whimpers, and tiny shouts: "Ahh... yes... oh god... deeper... Liam... fuck... yes... right there..."

He pressed himself fully into her, letting her feel all of him, every inch, every pulse, the sensation of her virgin walls clenching and adjusting to him fully. Her body shuddered, quivering under him, her moans shifting again with every movement: "Mmhh... baby... ohhh... yes... I’m yours... Liam... oh god..."

Her hands wandered over his back, gripping, tugging, pressing, letting him feel how much she wanted him, how fully she trusted him, how raw and unfiltered her need was. Liam’s movements were slow, teasing, deliberate, letting her explore the pleasure, the fullness, the heat of every inch, every clench, every shiver.

She gasped again, biting her lip, shivering violently, "Ohhh... baby... yes... Liam... harder... please... right there... mmmhh... oh god..." and her walls clenched and fluttered, wet and tight around him, pulsing with every motion. He moaned low, hips moving slowly, savoring, feeling, enjoying every reaction, every tremble, every quiver that came from her first time.

Liam felt her tremble under him, pulsing warmth and need radiating through her body, and he slowly pulled out, letting her gasp in sudden empty ache, eyes wide and glistening. "Ohhh... Liam..." she whispered, heat still dripping from her, hips lifting instinctively as if missing him already.

He grinned, tracing the tip along her folds before slowly pushing back in at a new angle, letting her legs bend over his shoulders. "This way... feels better," he murmured, sliding deeper, letting her walls stretch and clutch him fully. She cried out softly, a sound like wet shivers escaping her throat, fingers digging into his shoulders as she pressed closer. "Ohhh... oh god... deeper... yes... right there..."

Her hips rolled against him instinctively, riding his strokes even though he was guiding every move, gasps and high, breathless whimpers spilling with every pump. Liam’s hands roamed her body, one cupping her breast, thumb teasing her nipple while the other pressed her hips to him, letting him feel her slick, tight heat squeezing him. "You’re so... so wet... so perfect..." he groaned low, voice rough, vibrating against her ear.

Lana arched wildly under him, biting her lip, pushing herself into him in ways that shocked even her. "Ohhh... yes... Liam... fuck... harder... don’t stop... oh god... yes... right there... mmmhh..." Her hands slid down his chest, over his abs, tugging him closer, rolling her hips, letting him feel every inch of her want. Her pussy walls clenched, fluttered, and pulsed around him in rhythm with his thrusts, soaking him in need.

He tilted her slightly onto her side again, pulling her closer, one leg draped over him as he slid in from behind. The angle made her shiver, a soft, breathy "Ahhh... yes... right... ohhh... Liam... fuck... so good..." spilling out as she pressed into him, pressing her ass back, letting him hit her in ways that made her cry out louder. Her body was alive with heat, her juices coating him as she pushed herself fully into the sensation.

"God... you feel so tight... so damn good..." he groaned, pulling her closer with one hand around her waist while the other teased her breast. "You’re mine... all mine..."

Lana’s hands roamed his back, sliding down, gripping his ass as she whispered breathlessly, "I... I want... I want it all... oh god... Liam... fuck... yes..." Her voice was raw, animalistic even, words she didn’t know she could say, and her body responded like electricity to every thrust, every touch.

He chuckled low, groaning as he pulled her leg over his shoulder again, entering from a deeper angle. Her eyes rolled back as she gasped, "Ahhh... Liam... oh... ohhh... yes... harder... yes... deeper... oh god..." Her fingers dug into his arms, nails pressing, her hips grinding into him almost of their own accord, her pussy pulsing, clenching, and quivering around him, soaking him in pure desire.

Lana’s voice grew louder, more unrestrained, discovering herself, words spilling out in dirty, husky phrases she hadn’t dared before: "Yes baby... yes... ohhhh... fuck... right there... harder... Liam... don’t stop... ohhh yes... right there baby... yes..."

The sensation built, heat pooling in her lower stomach, every stroke, every angle pushing her closer, the tight, wet walls clamping him, pulsing with every thrust. Liam’s eyes darkened, feeling her shake, feeling her rise on the edge. Her breath was ragged, chest heaving, lips parted, cheeks flushed as her body quivered uncontrollably, hips lifting, pressing, writhing beneath him.

"Fuck... yes... baby... ohhhh... Liam... harder... yes... oh god... I’m gonna... mmmhh... yes... ohhh..." she whimpered, and then it happened—her body shook violently, wet heat flooding over him, walls clamping and pulsing around him as she squirted, crying out, gasps, low screams, and high squeals spilling all at once.

Liam held her close, rocking into her, slow, teasing thrusts to prolong the pleasure, letting her ride out the waves, feeling every squeeze, every flutter, every quiver, her juices coating him as he groaned deeply, hips rolling to meet her every movement.

"Mmhh... yes... yes... ohhhh... Liam... oh... yes... baby... yes... fuck..." she cried, voice breaking and shaky, hair clinging to her flushed cheeks, eyes half-lidded, body shivering, quivering, twitching beneath him.

He pulled back slightly, tilting her onto her side, letting her wrap her arms around him as he adjusted, lips finding hers in a deep, wet, hungry kiss, tongues tangling, hands roaming, feeling her trembling body, still shaking, still quivering from the explosive first squirt.

Her voice softened but still husky, "Oh... ohhhh... Liam... that... that was... oh god... yes..." She gripped him tightly, body pressed against his chest, her juices still slick and warm, her pussy fluttering even in the aftermath, eager for him to keep going.

Liam groaned low, letting his hand slide down her side, cupping her ass, pressing his body to hers, teasing with slow, deep strokes as she adjusted, eager to take him again. "Mine... all mine... you’re mine..." he murmured, letting the next thrust hit her walls in perfect rhythm, eliciting new cries, moans, and breathy pleas: "Yes baby... fuck... ohhh... Liam... right there... yes... more... harder... ohhhh..."