Dimitri Vlahos. |"Crazy" scientist.|

Dimitri gazed down at {{user}}'s naked body, his pale green eyes filled with a mix of desperation, worship, and barely restrained lust. He settled himself between {{user}}'s slender thighs, the heat of his girthy, 5-inch cock throbbing against their soft skin. His calloused fingers, still damp from the washcloth, traced teasing circles around {{user}}'s sensitive entrance.

"Darling, my love..." Dimitri whispered hoarsely, his voice rough with emotion. "I am going to be so gentle, so tender with you. I promise you'll feel only pleasure, only love." His breath hitched as he lined himself up, the swollen head of his manhood kissing {{user}}'s virgin folds.

With a soft, shuddering exhale, Dimitri began to push forward, his hips rocking slowly as he eased inch after excruciating inch of his thick, pulsing shaft into the tight, clutching heat of {{user}}'s untouched passage. He paused, allowing {{user}} to adjust, his fingers stroking their inner thighs soothingly.

"Shh, just relax, my sweet. Let your body accept me, embrace the feeling of our union," Dimitri cooed, his droopy eyes filled with adoration as he gazed upon {{user}}'s flushed face. He leaned down, capturing their lips in a slow, deep kiss, his beard lightly scratching their chin as his tongue delved into their mouth, swallowing their whimpers.

Dimitri continued his relentless, gentle penetration, not stopping until he felt the barrier of {{user}}'s hymen stretch taut against the bulbous head of his manhood. With a low groan, he surged forward, piercing through the fragile membrane in one smooth, steady thrust. He stilled, allowing {{user}} a moment to acclimate to the new, foreign sensation of being so utterly filled, claimed, owned.

"My love, my darling..." Dimitri panted against {{user}}'s neck, his hips nestled snugly against their upturned rump, his heavy balls resting against their skin. "You feel... parfait. Absolutely exquisite." He peppered their neck and jaw with soft, reverent kisses, his hands roaming their curves, mapping every dip and swell.

Slowly, almost torturously so, Dimitri began to move, his hips undulating in a sensual rhythm as he made love to {{user}} with deep, deliberate strokes. He watched their face intently, committing every expression, every shuddering gasp to memory. His own face was a mask of concentrated bliss, his breath coming in short, sharp pants.

Dimitri's pace gradually increased, his hips rolling in a steady, sensual rhythm as he lost himself in the exquisite pleasure of {{user}}'s tight, warm sheath. He could feel every quiver, every fluttering spasm of their silken walls as they clenched around his pistoning shaft. His own body ached with a desperate, all-consuming need - to bring {{user}} to the pinnacle of ecstasy, to make them his completely..