Mirabel remained slumped over the desk for a moment, her breathing short. Her body was still trembling from the last contractions of her orgasm. A thick trickle of semen slowly flowed between her thighs, tracing a shiny line on her pale skin. She turned her head slightly, her gray eyes still veiled by pleasure, and met Klein’s gaze.

Without saying a word, she slid off the desk and fell to her knees in front of him. Her face was now level with Klein’s cock, still glistening with their mixed fluids.

She looked up at him, a smile on her swollen lips. Then she opened her mouth and took his penis between her lips. Her warm, wet tongue slid over the wide glans, carefully licking the white and transparent mixture that covered it. She sucked gently, cleaning every protruding vein, slowly moving down the shaft to the base. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked diligently.

" Mmmh... " she made, her mouth full.

Klein placed a hand on her head, his fingers sliding into her sweat-dampened hair. He felt his member react immediately to the heat of her mouth. The blood flowed again and his penis hardened between her lips, quickly regaining its full length. Mirabel continued her work, her tongue circling the glans, sucking up the last traces of semen. A small wet sucking sound accompanied each of her movements.

" Chut... slurp... " her mouth made as she pulled back.

When she judged that everything was clean, she slowly stood up, running her tongue over her lips to remove one last drop. She stood up facing him, her dress still pulled up around her waist, her heavy breasts rising with the rhythm of her breathing.

" Did you like it? " she murmured, her voice hoarse.

Klein didn’t give her time to catch her breath.

" You really are an expert..."

He grabbed her right thigh with a firm hand and lifted it high, pressing her back against the edge of the desk. Mirabel’s left foot remained on the ground, her leg stretched out. In this position, her pussy opened completely, still red and wet. Klein guided his hard glans against her entrance and pushed with a sharp thrust.

" Ahhn! " Mirabel moaned.

Her head tilted back. Her fingers tightened on the edges. She felt every millimeter of her vagina stretch around Klein’s penis, the inner wall still warm and soaked. Her thighs trembled, and a second moan rose, higher:

" Nnh... nnh... "

Klein began to move, slow back and forth at first, then faster. With each thrust, Mirabel’s pelvis bumped gently against the edge of the desk. She was panting, her mouth slightly open, a trickle of saliva running from the corner of her lips.

" Fuck... harder, " she breathed.

He sped up. Her right thigh, which he still held raised, swung with each thrust. The skin on the inside of her thigh was moist and reddened by the heat and friction. Mirabel lowered her eyes for a moment: she could see her own clitoris, small and red, completely exposed, vibrating with each impact. The base of Klein’s penis, when it pulled out, was covered in a whitish foam.

" Hnnng... hnnng... " she moaned in bursts, her teeth clenched.

She felt a second wave rising, lower in her belly, a warm and distinct pressure between her navel and her pubis. Her vaginal muscles contracted involuntarily around the shaft.

" Ah! Ah! AH! " she suddenly cried out, arching her back.

Her eyes rolled. Her vagina clenched violently three times in a row. A jet of clear liquid squirted from her urethra, flowing down her ass and onto the carpet. Klein stopped for a second, his breath caught, then resumed more slowly.

She panted, her chest dripping with sweat, her dark brown nipples pointing toward the ceiling.

" Continue... ngh... stay inside, " she murmured.

His penis sank fully into her in one go. Mirabel let out a hoarse cry, her head thrown back, her mouth wide open.

" Ahhh! Klein... yes... "

He began to move, his hips going back and forth at a steady rhythm. Each thrust made their bodies slap against each other. Plap! Plap! Plap! The wet sound echoed in the tent. Mirabel’s breasts, heavy and firm, bounced with each impact, their brown, hardened nipples brushing the moist air. Her hands clung to Klein’s broad, sweat-covered shoulders to keep her balance.

After a few moments, Klein decided to change position. He slipped his hands under Mirabel’s ass, her skin was warm and slightly damp, and lifted her completely off the ground. Her two legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, her calves pressing against his lower back. He carried her like that to the desk and laid her down on her back, without ever pulling out of her body. The wood creaked under her weight.

Mirabel found herself lying on the desk, legs spread, body offered. Klein leaned over her, hands placed on either side of her head, his biceps tense. He resumed his movements, deeper and faster. His pelvis slammed against hers with force. With each thrust, his glans hit the bottom of her vagina, making her whole body tremble. She felt every detail: the pressure against her cervix, the heat of his skin, the weight of his torso.

" Stronger... pound me... " she murmured in a breathless voice, eyes half-closed, saliva at the corners of her lips.

Klein sped up. His thrusts became powerful and steady. The desk shook beneath them. Mirabel’s breasts danced to the rhythm of his assaults, her nipples rubbing against Klein’s muscular and hairy chest each time he sank into her. She felt the rough down against her areolas.

Mirabel felt the pleasure rising again. Her inner walls contracted around the thick penis that completely filled her. " Hnnng... Hnnng... ah! " A continuous moan escaped her throat, interspersed with high-pitched pants. She wrapped her arms around Klein’s neck and pulled him closer, her nails lightly scratching his skin, leaving pink trails on his shoulder blades.

Klein did not slow down. He continued to pound her with the same intensity, his balls slapping against her ass with each penetration ploc! ploc! ploc! the sound of flesh hitting flesh. Sweat ran down his torso, beaded on his pectorals and fell in salty droplets onto Mirabel’s chest. The acrid smell of musk, sweat and sex filled the warm air of the tent.

Suddenly, Mirabel’s body tensed like a bow. Her thighs squeezed Klein’s waist tightly, her heels digging into his ass. Her vagina began to pulse around him, with rapid and powerful contractions. A new jet of clear, warm liquid, a continuous stream, gushed out of her, wetting Klein’s lower belly, his pubic hair, and flowing onto the desk beneath them.

Her eyes rolled upward, her mouth open in a silent cry, her jaw trembling. She remained tense for several seconds, crossed by waves of pleasure, her toes curled.

Klein groaned, feeling his own orgasm approaching. He gave a few more deep, jerky thrusts, then froze, deeply buried inside her. His seed spurted once again, hot and thick, filling her belly with pulsing jets. He stayed like that, his body pressed against hers, breathing heavily, feeling his penis slowly deflate inside her.

They remained motionless for a moment, catching their breath. Mirabel gently caressed Klein’s broad back, a satisfied smile on her lips.

" Every time I do it with you... You are always so good."