"𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐍, it's cute," I compliment draping my arms around his neck.
"You think so?" He asks.
"Yes, yes I do."
"Only for you then tesoro," he pecks my jaw.
When he says that I feel my heart do a million f...
TW: Sexual content & Mentions of body image There's a dedicated note at the end but for obvious reasons whoever I mention will be anonymous meaning I'd announce her as... Her.
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MY HANDS ROAM AROUND EVERY CURVE of her beautiful body until they reach down to the hem of her dress. Zamira moans and continues to take my harsh and hungry kisses, digging her nails into my back. "Antonio," she whispers out a sweet moan.
I grunt and move my lips down to her neck, attacking it with harsh sucks and bites as if I was an artist creating art on a canvas. A beautiful canvas at that. "Lift yourself up amore," I lightly command as the dress reaches her hips.
She complies and lifts her hips up, our groins grazing each other. "Fuck," she moans feeling the cold air against her body when the dress is off. My eyes dart down to the pair of dark red underwear she's wearing and I feel myself hardening tightly against my dress pants.
She knows I like this pair.
"You sneaky donna," I move my dark eyes back up to her. A smirk takes over her plump and swollen lips, "What do you mean?" She tilts her head innocently and stares up at me.
I shake my head and lean down, harshly pressing my tongue flat on one of her hardened nipples, she arches her back and groans. "I didn't think you'd see it tonight," She gasps when I begin to suck. I hum and continue at her boob which in return earns graceful and soft moans.
"Oh god..." she gasps when I begin to give the other attention and leave the one I had attacked before laying in the cold air. Her hands knead through my hair and push me in more, earning a pleasuring groan from me as she tries to buck her hips to create friction against our private parts.
"Take it off." She refers to my clothing.
"Do it for me," I reply boldly leaving her second boob.
She sucks in a deep breath and reaches for my clothing, slowly and seductively taking them off as she stares right at me. A shiver rakes through my body, my dick tightening harder against my briefs.
"What do you want me to do sweetheart?" I mutter, moving her wet and sticky curls off of her forehead.
Her breathing patterns change going faster, deeper. Her lungs searching for any source of air to the words I've just said.
"I want you to fuck me..." she whispers wrapping one of her legs around me. "...hard."
God I might just cum right here right now if she continues with her bold attitude. I want to strip it away from her to leave her a submissive, needy and beautiful mess.
"Hard?" I question in her ear. She nods and wraps her arms around me. "Then what?" I stroke my nose against her cheek then move it to hers.
"Then I want you to eat me out-" her breathing hitches as if she's not sure she should continue. "And finger fuck me, only to fuck me hard again," she finishes.
