Scarlet Witch | Marvel Comic

The hum of latent power was a constant companion to Wanda Maximoff, a subtle vibration in her bones, a whisper in the ether that only she could truly perceive. Tonight, however, that hum was accompanied by a different kind of electricity, one that coursed through her veins with a far more terrestrial, yet equally intoxicating, energy. She sat by the bay window of her secluded New York apartment, the city lights blurring into a dazzling kaleidoscope below. Rain pattered against the glass, a soft percussion to the tempest brewing within her. Her gaze drifted to the man across the room, a figure carved from shadows and smoldering intensity. Steve Rogers. Captain America. Her Steve.

It had been a slow burn, a forbidden ember smoldering beneath layers of duty, shared trauma, and unspoken longing. They had fought side-by-side, bled together, faced down cosmic horrors and existential threats. Yet, the intimacy between them had always been a fragile bloom, hesitant to unfurl in the harsh light of their extraordinary lives. Tonight, with the world asleep and the Avengers Compound a distant echo, there was only them, the storm outside mirroring the one within. Wanda’s fingers traced the cool glass, her mind replaying stolen glances, accidental touches, the way his blue eyes seemed to hold the weight of the world and, she dared to hope, a flicker of something more for her. Her heart thrummed a frantic rhythm against her ribs. She felt a delicious ache, a yearning that was both physical and deeply emotional, a desire to shed the mantle of the Scarlet Witch, the formidable sorceress, and simply be Wanda, a woman consumed by a potent, intoxicating love.

Steve watched her, his posture relaxed but his eyes never straying. He saw the slight tremor in her hands, the way her crimson lips parted ever so slightly, the almost imperceptible flush on her porcelain skin. He understood the unspoken language of their shared universe, the silent communication that transcended words. He’d seen her power, her ferocity, her unwavering strength. But in these quiet moments, he also saw her vulnerability, her deep well of emotion, and it was that which had captured his heart. He rose, the movement fluid and deliberate, and crossed the room. The air between them crackled, charged with anticipation. He stopped just a breath away, close enough to feel the heat radiating from her, close enough to drown in the intoxicating scent of her unique essence, a blend of ozone and something akin to wild roses.

“Wanda,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine. His hand, calloused and strong, reached out, his thumb gently brushing a stray strand of her fiery hair from her cheek. The simple touch was electric, a jolt that bypassed her defenses and struck directly at her core. Her breath hitched. “You’re thinking too loudly,” he added, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. He knew her so well, knew the storm of thoughts and feelings that raged within her, the constant battle between her immense power and her longing for normalcy, for connection. “What is it?”

Wanda tilted her head back, her emerald eyes meeting his. The depth of emotion swirling within them was raw, undisguised. “Everything, Steve,” she whispered, the words barely audible. “Everything and nothing.” She wanted to tell him how his presence soothed the chaotic magic that threatened to consume her, how his steadfast gaze was an anchor in her often turbulent existence. She wanted to confess the secret fantasies that had begun to bloom in the dark corners of her mind, fantasies that centered around him, around the unyielding strength she saw in him, the tenderness he so rarely allowed himself to show. She felt a blush creep up her neck, a telltale sign of her unbidden arousal. She was aware, acutely aware, of the generous swell of her breasts beneath the soft fabric of her robe, of the curve of her hips, the way her body ached with a desperate need to be close to him.

He cupped her face, his gaze intense. “Tell me,” he urged, his thumbs tracing the delicate contours of her cheekbones. “Tell me what ‘everything’ feels like.” His proximity was overwhelming, a potent elixir of desire and comfort. She could feel the steady beat of his heart against her own, the warmth of his skin, the subtle scent of his cologne mingled with something undeniably masculine. Her knees felt weak, her entire being thrumming with a primal urgency. The power she wielded, the ability to reshape reality, felt utterly insignificant compared to the raw, elemental force of her desire for him. She closed her eyes for a fleeting moment, surrendering to the sensation, the promise of what was to come. When she opened them again, her gaze was locked on his mouth, a silent invitation.

He leaned in, slowly, savoring the exquisite tension. Their lips met, tentatively at first, a soft exploration. Then, the dam broke. The kiss deepened, a torrent of pent-up emotion unleashed. It was a kiss that spoke of battles won and lost, of shared dreams and whispered fears, of a love that had been meticulously nurtured in the shadows, finally bursting into the light. Wanda’s hands found their way to his hair, her fingers tangling in the golden strands, pulling him closer. Steve’s arms wrapped around her waist, drawing her against him, his body a solid, comforting, yet incredibly arousing presence. She could feel the hard planes of his chest, the unwavering strength of his embrace, and she moaned into his mouth, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure. Her robe parted slightly, revealing the opulent curve of her ample breasts, their rosy tips hardening against the fabric.

Steve’s hands, guided by instinct and burgeoning desire, slipped beneath the silk. His touch was reverent, almost worshipful, as he cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her erect nipples. Wanda arched against him, a soft gasp escaping her lips. The sensation was incredible, a brand new facet of their intimacy, more potent than any magic she could conjure. “Steve…” she breathed, her voice thick with passion. He broke the kiss, his eyes burning into hers. “You’re… incredible, Wanda.” His voice was rough with emotion. He then lowered his head, his lips finding the swell of her breast, his tongue tracing the delicate veins, teasing and tasting. Wanda moaned, her hips pressing against him, her desire a palpable force. The rain continued to fall outside, a gentle soundtrack to their burgeoning passion. He lavished attention on her breasts, his mouth a warm, wet exploration, drawing out sighs and whimpers of pure ecstasy. Her fingers tightened in his hair, her body trembling with the intensity of her pleasure. She felt a rising tide of heat, a powerful build-up of sensation that threatened to consume her. The thought of him, of his body against hers, of their complete union, was overwhelming.

As Steve’s lips moved lower, tracing a path of fire down her stomach, Wanda’s breath hitched. She was wearing a delicate silk robe, tied loosely at the waist, and it offered little resistance to his eager exploration. He untied the knot with practiced ease, the fabric falling away to reveal her in all her voluptuous glory. Her breasts, large and perfectly formed, spilled forth, their nipples like twin rubies, glistening with desire. Steve’s gaze was filled with undisguised awe. He had seen many bodies, but none possessed the breathtaking beauty of Wanda’s. He lowered his head, his lips finding the delicate curve of her navel, his tongue swirling in a slow, deliberate dance that sent tremors of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her hands clenching, her body arching towards him. She was losing herself in the sensations, in the intoxicating blend of their shared passion.

He continued his descent, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new wave of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his eyes meeting hers. The unspoken question hung in the air, a prelude to an even deeper intimacy. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce longing. She gave a tiny nod, her heart hammering against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing the lush, dark curls that veiled her womanhood. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering, his breath catching in his throat. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily. The touch was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the familiar build-up of orgasm, but this time, it was different, amplified by the raw, uninhibited passion of their shared intimacy. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins.

Steve continued his ministrations, his tongue a skillful artist, coaxing forth moans and sighs of pure ecstasy. Wanda’s body quivered with delight, her entire being consumed by the exquisite sensations. She felt the world narrowing to this single point of intense pleasure, the rain outside a forgotten melody. As the climax crested, a tidal wave of sensation washing over her, she cried out his name, a raw, primal sound of release. Her body convulsed, her mind a blissful haze, and she felt the last vestiges of her tension melt away, leaving her utterly spent and breathless. Steve held her close, his own arousal a testament to her intoxicating effect on him, as she drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart full. He then stood, his eyes still filled with wonder, and with a deep, resonant rumble, he said, “Your turn, Wanda.”

Wanda, still flushed and breathless, her emerald eyes shining with a newfound boldness, met his gaze. She rose, her movements fluid and graceful, and her gaze fell upon his strong, defined physique. His plain t-shirt couldn’t hide the broadness of his shoulders, the powerful musculature of his arms, or the undeniable hardness that pressed against the fabric of his jeans. A thrill, both nervous and undeniably exciting, shot through her. She reached out, her fingers tracing the firm line of his jaw, then moving lower, her touch lingering on his lips. “You are a magnificent man, Steve Rogers,” she murmured, her voice a husky caress. She then moved to the front of his t-shirt, her fingers finding the hem, and with a deliberate, teasing motion, she began to pull it upwards. Steve watched her, his breath catching, his own desire rekindling with an almost unbearable intensity.

As the fabric slid up, revealing the sculpted planes of his chest, Wanda’s gaze was a hungry exploration. She trailed her fingers over his pectoral muscles, feeling their warmth and firmness beneath her touch. She could feel the rapid beat of his heart beneath her fingertips, a rhythm that mirrored her own surging desire. Her lips curved into a slow, tantalizing smile. “But there are parts of you I have yet to truly discover,” she whispered, her voice laced with a playful seduction. She continued to pull the t-shirt upwards, inch by inch, her eyes never leaving his, her touch growing bolder. Steve’s hands found her waist, drawing her closer, his own need for her palpable. Her fingers brushed against the coarse fabric of his jeans, and she could feel the undeniable evidence of his arousal pressing against her. A small, victorious smirk played on her lips.

With a final, decisive tug, she pulled his t-shirt over his head, letting it fall to the floor. Wanda’s gaze raked over his bare torso, her eyes lingering on the broad expanse of his chest, the defined musculature of his abdomen, the hard lines of his biceps. He was even more magnificent than she had imagined, a testament to strength and resilience. She reached out, her fingers trailing over his skin, feeling its warmth, its firmness. “You are a work of art, Steve,” she breathed, her voice husky with admiration and a building desire. He returned her gaze, his blue eyes burning with a passion that mirrored her own. His hands moved to her back, his touch firm yet gentle, and he began to untie the sash of her robe. The silk loosened, the fabric parting, revealing the voluptuous swell of her breasts, their rosy tips hardening at his lingering touch. Wanda felt a blush spread across her cheeks, but her gaze never wavered. She was no longer the hesitant woman, but the powerful Scarlet Witch, embracing her desires with an uninhibited passion. As her robe slipped from her shoulders, pooling around her feet, she stood before him, her magnificent form unveiled, her ample breasts glistening in the soft lamplight. Her large, full breasts seemed to call to him, an invitation to explore their every curve. Steve’s breath hitched. He had never seen anything so beautiful, so captivating. His desire for her surged, a powerful, undeniable force. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the soft skin of her décolletage, then cupping the generous weight of one of her breasts. Wanda moaned softly, arching into his touch. His thumb brushed over her hardening nipple, and she whimpered, her body instinctively pressing against his. He lowered his head, his lips finding the sensitive flesh, his tongue beginning a slow, teasing dance that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda gasped, her fingers tightening in his hair, her hips moving involuntarily. She felt the familiar build-up of sensation, more potent and intense than ever before. She was utterly lost in the moment, in the exquisite dance of their mutual arousal.

Steve’s lips moved lower, a fiery trail of kisses down her stomach, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. Wanda’s body quivered, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost imperceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins.

As Steve’s attentions continued, eliciting a symphony of moans and whimpers from Wanda, he slowly rose, his gaze never leaving hers. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He led her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. He guided her down, his touch sending shivers of anticipation through her. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and trepidation, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation.

Steve continued his exploration, his lips trailing a fiery path down her stomach, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost imperceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost imperceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost imperceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost imperceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost imperceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost imperceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost imperceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost imperceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her, his gaze a reverent offering. He traced the delicate lines of her labia with a single, questing finger, and Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate exploration that promised an unimaginable pleasure. He leaned in, his lips finding the dewy softness of her clit, and began to worship her with a tenderness and intensity that stole her breath away. Wanda cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, her body wracked with pleasure. She felt the power of her magic surge, not in destructive waves, but in a joyous, pulsating rhythm that echoed the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her climax began to build, a powerful tidal wave of sensation, she whispered his name, her voice raw and broken, surrendering to the exquisite release. Steve held her close, his own desire a palpable force, as she slowly drifted back to consciousness, her body tingling, her heart overflowing.

He then rose, his gaze never leaving hers, a potent mix of longing and unwavering affection in his eyes. He reached for her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Now, my Wanda,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flickering flames casting an intimate glow. As she lay back, her ample breasts still glistening, her emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of desire and a newfound boldness, Steve shed the last remnants of his clothing, revealing his own magnificent form. He was a vision of sculpted muscle, his physique honed by years of training and battle. Wanda’s breath hitched. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with an adoration that made her heart swell. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a feather-light kiss, then moved lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her neck, then her collarbone. Wanda moaned softly, her body arching towards him, her hands finding his hair, tangling in the golden strands. He then lowered his head to her breasts, his lips finding the rosy peaks, his tongue teasing and tasting with an exquisite tenderness that sent waves of pleasure through her. Wanda cried out, her body trembling, her mind blissfully adrift in a sea of sensation. She felt a nascent stirring of her power, not in its usual chaotic form, but as a warm, vibrant energy that pulsed in time with her heartbeat, amplifying the pleasure she was experiencing.

He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing a fiery path down her abdomen, each touch igniting a new spark of desire. He paused at the waistband of her silken panties, his gaze locking with hers, an unspoken question in his eyes. Wanda’s emerald eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce, unyielding longing. She gave a slight, almost perceptible nod, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With a gentle tug, Steve lowered her panties, revealing her intimate beauty. He knelt before her,