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Lovren pulled Celeste's naked body toward him. Under the water, the beads of water against their skin harmonized with their mingled breaths. A passionate kiss followed; when their lips met, a desire that blended with the warmth of the steam enveloped their entire bodies. Lovren's hands slid gently and slowly down Celeste's back. Celeste's breasts brushed against Lovren's chest as his fingers danced over her skin, feeling every curve. The closeness made both their hearts beat faster.23Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnmEBJvBlKN
Lovren's hands moved lower, cupping Celeste's buttocks. He squeezed and caressed her gently at first, then his fingers moved more determinedly across her skin. Their kisses deepened, the distance between them disappearing completely as their passion reached its climax. The water flowed like a rhythmic melody where their bodies met.23Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWJ6xjXWBNr
Celeste leaned against Lovren's neck, feeling his breath. "Knowing that you want me like this..." she whispered, her voice full of provocation as well as submissive surrender. "It drives me crazy."23Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSEBAg2q4Ka
Lovren's lips parted for a moment, a faint smile appearing as his eyes disappeared into Celeste's. "Drives you crazy?" he said, his voice deep and controlled. "It's you like this that destroys me. Everywhere I touch... it's like it was made to be mine."23Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡH5T6R2aCug
Celeste's left hand slid slowly down under the impact of those words. When her fingers found Lovren's hardened manhood, she touched it lightly, then began to caress it. His movements were guided by a conscious yet natural desire. Lovren gasped, his eyes closed for a moment, but then he looked at Celeste with more intense passion.23Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiF8PtTz7nk
"How far do you want me to go?" Celeste asked, her tone both defiant and resigned. Lovren's only response was to move her body closer to him, the dirty but passionate dialogue between them, combined with the warmth of the water, completely overwhelming them.
As Lovren's tongue thrusts went deeper and deeper, the pleasure surged through Celeste's body like a wave, nearing its climax. As her moans grew louder, she brought one hand to her mouth, trying to stifle them. As her fingers pressed against her lips, her other hand clung to Lovren's hair, pulling him to her, helpless to resist the intense pleasure.
As Lovren felt the warmth and juices emanating from Celeste's womanhood on his lips, he intensified his movements. Celeste began to tremble, at first slightly, then with a convulsion that shook her entire body. Moans of pleasure escaped her mouth despite the pressure of his hand, muffled but passionate sounds filling the steamy bathroom. The closer she came, the tighter she gripped Lovren's hair, her fingers disappearing into his roots as the tension in her body released with a final explosion.
Celeste closed her eyes, leaned her head against the wall, and breathlessly whispered Lovren's name once more: "Lovren..." There was both exhaustion and indescribable relief in her voice. When Lovren slowly pulled his lips away and looked at her, he saw Celeste's trembling body and the look of surrender on her face. The moment had become a wordless connection that deepened the bond between them.
After a long time of sucking the wetness from Celeste's womanhood, Lovren slowly stood up, still tasting her on his lips. His movements were controlled, but the desire building inside him was evident in every muscle of his body. As she stood, their eyes met in the steamy bathroom, Celeste's eyes still showing traces of pleasure, Lovren's gaze burning with the last flame of desire to possess her. Celeste, mesmerized by the moment, did not hesitate for a moment and clung to Lovren's lips. Their kiss began with a spark when their lips first touched and quickly deepened. Their lips moved as if locked together, Celeste's breath melting in Lovren's mouth, Lovren's hands tangling in her wet hair, his fingers lost in the roots. This kiss was not just physical contact, but a momentary merging of their souls, the heat of steam turning into intense energy wherever their skin touched.
After a while, Celeste broke the kiss and looked at Lovren. A smile appeared on his face, traces of the intense pleasure he had just experienced. It was a mixture of innocence and desire, her eyes shining as if she was still reeling from the pleasure Lovren had just given her. Her lips were slightly parted, her breathing ragged, but she still exuded a defiant charm. Lovren felt the fire within him reignite as he saw that expression. The inviting look in Celeste's eyes was like silent permission to take the next step. Celeste leaned her hands against the wall, a gesture of deliberate surrender. As her fingers pressed against the wet tiles, she leaned her body forward slightly and turned her hips toward Lovren. This position was not only a physical posture, but also a gift to Lovren, a gesture as if to say, "Take me.
Lovren watched the scene for a moment. Celeste's wet hair cascaded down her back, the curves of her buttocks defined in the steam as water droplets slid down her spine. The glow of her skin was made all the more mesmerizing by the dance of water and light. Lovren's eyes traveled over every detail of her body; this moment was a reflection not only of desire, but of admiration. His hardened manhood now exerted an unbearable pressure. It was full of energy, ready to explode, but Lovren did not want to rush this moment. He wanted to live up to the devotion Celeste offered him.
His hands first touched Celeste's buttocks lightly. His fingertips roamed over her skin like an explorer, gripping gently at first, then more firmly. Celeste's skin, softened by the warmth of the water, was at the same time sensitive to Lovren's touch. When Lovren inserted his manhood into Celeste, the penetration was gentle, slow, controlled, and passionate. At the moment of first contact, a sweet moan from Celeste echoed through the steam-filled air of the bathroom. It fueled Lovren's desire even more; the fact that Celeste reacted the way she did told him how ready she was for him. Lovren kept his hands on her hips, finding his rhythm as his fingers sank gently into her skin. His first movements were quiet but deep; with each back and forth, he felt Celeste's body adapt to him.
Leaning against the wall, Celeste felt her body surge again with Lovren's entrance. The earlier ejaculation had calmed her for a while, but now Lovren's presence inside her rekindled a fire. At first her moans were soft and controlled, the sounds escaping her lips like an accompaniment to Lovren's movements. But as Lovren began to pick up the pace, the moans began to match the rhythm. His hands pressed harder against the tiles, his fingertips trying to hold on to the intense sensation. Lovren's every stroke sent vibrations through Celeste's body, vibrations that traveled from her hips up her spine and then through her entire body.
Lovren picked up the pace, grabbing Celeste's buttocks. His movements were now more determined and powerful; with each forward thrust, the warmth and tightness inside Celeste drew him further in. The water rippled rhythmically where their bodies met, providing a natural soundtrack to the moment. Celeste lifted her leg slightly for a moment, a seemingly unconscious gesture that gave Lovren more space. Lovren seized the opportunity. He quickly grabbed Celeste's leg and placed his hand under her knee, holding it slightly aloft. This position gave him the chance to reach deeper, each stroke now touching Celeste's most sensitive areas.
Celeste's breathing quickened, her moans intensifying. Lovren's grip on her leg gave her a sense of support and control. This new angle of her body made Lovren's movements even more palpable, each thrust taking her to new heights of pleasure. Lovren, mesmerized by the moment, picked up her pace. His muscles tensed, his breathing ragged; the heat inside Celeste pushed her to the limits of her endurance. With each stroke, their bodies became more in tune, the sound of the water, their breaths and Celeste's moans merging like a symphony in the steam-filled room.
Lovren felt himself testing the limits of his own desire with each stroke against Celeste's body. His hands on Celeste's thighs now gripped tighter, his fingers pressing against her skin with just enough pressure to leave light marks. But that pressure was never hard, only passionate. Celeste's reactions guided Lovren, every moan, every tremor telling him he was on the right track. Celeste's body was completely surrendered to Lovren's movements, but at the same time she openly expressed her pleasure in this union.
The accelerating rhythm brought Lovren to a point where he could no longer be controlled. The tightness and warmth of Celeste inside him, and the perfect harmony she offered him, had drained every last drop of his strength. He could no longer hold back his sperm; he came inside Celeste in an intense, violent explosion. It was not only a physical release, but also an emotional climax. Lovren seemed to give his whole being to Celeste at that moment, every cell of his body trembling with the pleasure of this union. At the moment of ejaculation, he lived it to the fullest and stayed inside her for a while. The warmth inside Celeste still enveloped her, prolonging the moment.
As Celeste felt Lovren ejaculate, a wave of relief spread through her body. Lovren's presence inside her gave her a feeling of fullness and peace. Her hands, which had been resting on the wall, were now less pressing; her head fell forward slightly as her breathing gradually became regular. At the end of that moment, Lovren leaned over Celeste's shoulder. His lips pressed a soft kiss against her wet skin. It was a gesture of tenderness that replaced passion, a calm that followed the wild union that had just taken place. Lovren's breath left a warm trail down Celeste's neck, his hands still resting gently on her thighs.
Celeste opened her eyes at the kiss. Lovren's touch was not just physical contact, but a connection that reached into her soul. The water from the bathtub was still running over them, the drops tracing this moment as they slid over her skin. Lovren slowly pulled away from Celeste's shoulder and looked at her. A look of admiration and satisfaction had replaced the passion in his eyes. Celeste looked back at him, her face both exhausted and satisfied. The two looked at each other for a while in silence, no words, just glances.
This moment was not only the joining of bodies, but also the touching of souls. Lovren's passion for Celeste was complemented by Celeste's submission to him. The steam-filled bath was a witness to this union; the sound of the water, their breathing and the contact of their skin made this moment an eternal memory. Lovren's hands slowly left Celeste's thighs, and Celeste, leaning against the wall, smiled slightly at Lovren as she tried to catch her breath. That smile said it all: the desire, the devotion, and the deep connection that this moment brought.
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