"The Dancer"

Bria grinned and nodded kissing him " Then do it..." she whispered " Fuck me Harry" she said kissing him seductively. She continued stroking him and he moved her hand starting to position himself at her hot wet core.

She looked him in the eye wanting to see how he felt when he entered her and how much pleasure it brought.
 
Bria grasped Harry's shaft and positioned him. He didn't hesitate: he was so hot for her. He pushed gently, finding wetness, warmth ... and resistance. He pushed a bit harder, but she wouldn't open for him.

"Been a while?" he murmured playfully. But even before she could respond, her muscles relaxed and he penetrated her with a sudden breath of surprise as he felt her slowly enveloping him. He purred, "My god, Bria ... you feel ... oh..."

Harry entered the dancer in a single, slow movement, her wetness allowing him to insert his entire length until their groins were pressed firmly together. He let out another deep, animalistic grunt when he hit bottom.

Then ... he just stayed there. She felt so good. Warm, wet, tight. He hadn't imagined that she would feel this good.
 
Bria moaned holding onto him and chuckled hearing him say 'Been a while?' She sighed moaning softly as he pushed his way inch by inch into her then one swift movement he was deep and firmly rested inside of her.

She sighed kissing him as he rested inside of her. " Mmmmm harry..." she gasped holding his shoulder.
 
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