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🔥 Sunlit Temptation in the Abandoned House 🪵

Added 2025-09-29 18:00:03 +0000 UTC

The old wooden house creaked softly. Sunlight slipped through the cracks in the walls, catching the dust that floated lazily in the air.
Sonya stood in the middle of the room, shifting nervously from foot to foot.

“Illya, what if someone sees us?” he asked quietly, glancing toward the broken window.

“No one comes here,” Illya said, stepping closer with a teasing smile. “It’s just us.”

Sonya’s heart was beating fast. Illya was taller, stronger, and the confident look in his eyes only made Sonya blush deeper.

“Why did you even bring me here?” Sonya asked, backing up until he bumped into the old table.

“I wanted to talk,” Illya said with a grin. “And… try something.”

“Try what?” Sonya’s voice trembled.

Illya came closer and put his hands on Sonya’s shoulders.
“Take off your shirt.”

“What? Why?”

“Just do it,” Illya said softly, but there was no doubt he expected Sonya to obey.

Slowly, Sonya pulled off his shirt, his cheeks glowing pink.
“Happy now?”

Illya’s eyes roamed down his slender frame.
“Not yet,” he said with a smirk. “Come on, lose the rest too.”

Sonya hesitated, but Illya was already helping, leaving him standing exposed, arms crossed over himself.

“You’re looking at me too much,” Sonya muttered.

“What else am I supposed to look at?” Illya grinned, then unbuttoned his jeans.

Sonya’s eyes widened when he saw Illya’s thick penis spring free, and he quickly looked away.
“You’re serious?..”

“Completely,” Illya said, stepping closer. “Turn around, Sonya.”

Sonya swallowed hard but slowly did as told. Illya’s hand slid down over his hips, stopping low, making Sonya shiver.

“Relax,” Illya whispered.

Sonya gasped when he felt Illya rub his slick tip against his entrance, smearing precum there slowly.

“Illya…” Sonya’s voice was almost a plea.

“It’s okay,” Illya said softly and pressed forward, slowly sliding inside.

Sonya gripped the edge of the table, tense, his breath sharp.
“S-slower…”

“You can take it,” Illya murmured, holding him steady. “Sit on it for me.”

Sonya obeyed, sinking down slowly until he felt completely filled. His whole body trembled, but after a moment he began to move — carefully at first, then faster, getting used to the feeling.

“God… Sonya…” Illya’s hands gripped his hips, guiding him into a steady rhythm.

Sonya gasped with every thrust, his face flushed, hair sticking to his temple.
“Don’t look at me like that…” he whispered, trying to cover his face with one hand.

“I can’t help it,” Illya grinned. “You’re driving me crazy.”

Sonya moved faster, bouncing against him, the creaking floor matching their pace. Illya’s breathing grew heavier, his grip on Sonya’s hips tightening.

“Keep going,” Illya urged.

Sonya nodded, biting his lip, but he never let go completely — he stayed just shy of losing control.

Finally Illya pulled out, breathing hard.
“Down on your knees,” he said, voice husky.

Sonya blushed hard, but slowly sank to the floor in front of him.

“Really?” he asked quietly.

“Yeah,” Illya said, brushing a thumb over Sonya’s lips. “Do it.”

Sonya hesitated, then took him into his mouth, slow at first, then deeper, feeling Illya’s body tense under his hands.

“That’s it… just like that,” Illya groaned.

Sonya kept going until Illya suddenly grabbed his head, shuddered, and released. Hot cum spurted across Sonya’s face and lips, making him gasp in surprise.

“Hey!” Sonya protested, blinking. “You didn’t even warn me!”

Illya laughed, pulling off his shirt and tossing it to him.
“Wipe it off.”

Sonya wiped his face, grumbling.
“Ugh… now it’s all sticky.”

“But you liked it,” Illya teased with a grin.

Sonya just rolled his eyes, but a small smile still crept across his face.

“Should we come back tomorrow?” Illya asked.

“You’re impossible,” Sonya muttered, but didn’t say no.