The Buts and Ifs

1 Very Good and Very Bad

It tastes good.

It's wet.

Running out of breath.

He slammed her in the corner of the room. He lifted both of her hands above her head while his right hand rashly explored every single button of her shirt. Throwing it somewhere- somewhere where God knows where, disregarding the piece of her clothes that did nothing but to keep her hidden assets below for the last years of longing to be touched.

He breathe really hard not noticing how loud it was. He pushed the breathless yet sexily aggressive woman in the opposite corner as he successfully took off her pants. They both fell on the floor from the excitement of having each other's warm souls. Their hands naughtily traveled along their frame as if checking if there's something gold graved on it. There, the man's long fingers explore the secret world of her duality.

She moaned.

He played her clitoris very softly as the wreck woman lying under moan intensely. And then he began kissing her. He kissed her for the first time. He kissed her as if it's been millions of years as he last tasted the sweet pepper mint of her lips. They exchange tongues like it's the last drop of saliva that remain on them, fighting for dominance. It's been a while since this little pinky red of her played around with something wet, cold, long tongue brushing around dancing, colliding with her teeth.

His left hand now is exploring her body as he slowly took off her bra. He touched her breast, round and hard. Pinched the tip, buds on full erect and cover again with his one warm large palm. The mascular one bites the bottom petal-like lips of the other, traced his own down to her jaw as he lick every single corner of it to rest his lips on her collarbone punching some red purplish marks, she swear it would last years as she begun to wet the dominants' right fingers on her womanhood. Lips parting searching for air to breathe.

"Mmm~ so naughty. Took you long enough."

His lips moved back up gently to travel around her neck. Suck every edge of her body as if it was the most beautiful canvas the man ever laid his lips on. From the back of the others' ear he licked it with his long, wet and hot tongue until he got down to the twinned mountain of her soul. Round and round, he playfully sucked the tip of her nipples. It tickled her but can't even move an inch as the dominant started to enter his fingers inside of her hole. Up and down, he joined her horny ass. Lewd sounds echoed around the room, no one knows how loud it was but it certainly from the two people making it up. Two people in a moaning mess, air floating around taste like wolves in heat. Rough and hard but it feels so good. The woman can feel the others' endless breathe every time the said stronger one took off his mouth from her nipple catching his breath, strings of saliva connecting the tip of her nipple to a smirk forming on the man's lips. Bad boy. Very bad boy.

He's ultra-enigmatic.

He is strong, she can't deny it. They're in the race of a million dollar gambling.

And then the dominant man goes deep down on her reaching the river of life in between the narrow legs of her, tugging her legs wide to access more of the swelling needy pet below there.

His lips touched the lips of the woman's pussy. Both have the same manner of sensation. The man's tongue tickled her clitoris like some sort of special ice cream that can only be taste like the woman he was pleasuring. He licked up and down, round and naughty. He traveled fast until reaching the gap of heaven, the only hole that every other man wished to enter, leaving her a moaning mess. Shock but easily recovered, well to the matter of fact, the woman was very much well anticipated this wet, cold, dancing tongue that intrude her hole. Inside her, he tasted it, sucked the juice of her river.