The golden light of the living room dawns upon you both as you share breathless kisses with your boyfriend, your figure pressed against the front door. His impatient hands roam all over your body, as you both stumble inside the apartment. You push him against the wall to gasp for some breath in the heated moment, but his feisty hands dare not to leave your body as he picks you up and heads to the bedroom.
"San-a, slow down." you chuckle between the kiss in his arms as he walks through the living room and finally into the bedroom.
"I can't. You're too pretty for me tonight to waste any minute." he says breathlessly, letting your feet fall on the black marbled floor.
"Shhh." you press your index finger against his lips. He stops his movements the moment he sees the dark gleam in your eyes and draws his hands off your hips.
"Now sit down prettily on the bed and be a good boy for me. Okay, sannie?" he nods, as his lips form a pout and his eyes fall to the floor. "Aww, don't worry. We have the night to ourselves." you say, placing your finger under the chin and lifting his face to look at you in the eye.
Placing a kiss to his forehead, you take a few steps back towards the mirror placed beside your bed. The golden ridges glow in the low light, as the image of the black dress hugging your figure reflects on its silver pane.
Your fingers graze the strings knotted tightly on your back as they slowly pull them apart, letting your dress fall inch by inch below your shoulders and waist.
It isn't long until your boyfriend grows impatient in the bed and almost stands on his feet but you threaten him with, "you won't be able to touch tonight, if you give up now." It glues his ass to the bed for a few minutes as he watches the dress fall down your legs and onto the floor.
His urges take over him as he gets back on his feet the moment you stand naked in front of him, lifting you off your feet and pining your back to the mirror. His lips devour yours as you engulf his cock in your warmth, the wetness helping his length slide with ease. Your moans and his grunts fill the room as his hips rock against yours, fucking with your back on the mirror.
The night is indeed long for you as he trails his hands along every inch of your body while forcing your eyes to stay on them as you face the mirror and both of you stay in your glories in front of it. He worships you as the goddess you are, his lips trailing down your neck to your waist and furthermore as your hands remain tied with his necktie.
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