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Venezia Mestre

The smell of sex in the air was strong but sickly sweet, the sound of skin slapping on skin echoing in the room - droplets of  sweat were running down the woman's back , arched to the impossible.
"There.... keep....." - the woman managed to say, before a loud moan escaped her mouth. Eyes were shout in pleasure and mouth agape, she was lost in the moment , the woman hardly remembered any other time she had felt so good in her life, it was heaven.
"Here..?" -the man seductively whispered against her skin, lightly kissing her back, and trailing her spine with his lips.
"Yeah... the" an hard thrust from the man made another loud cry escape from the woman's mouth who was almost unable to control herself.
"You look like you're having fun" the man smirked, this time against the woman's neck, gently brushing her hair aside. There was a sharp contrast between the way he was harshly pounding into her and the gentle way he was kissing and touching her in the meanwhile.
The woman kept wondering if he was putting feelings in the way he was fucking her, cause it looked like he really meant it.
"Was that fucking?" "Was that making love?"
The woman felt like she was reaching the highest of her pleasure, feeling a knot deep down, building inside of her, she felt like a wave was ready to run through her body - when suddenly the man stopped, much to her disappointment, leaving her in a shocked state.
"Why did you stop!?" - the woman screamed, she looked furious, but her anger lasted only for a few seconds- cut out by a warm mouth quickly hovering hers and a hot tongue wandering inside her cavity.
"Mhh.... Mh" muffled sounds started leaving her mouth, and tears that were a mixture of frustration for the denied orgasm and pleasure for the edging techniques- started wetting  her cheeks.
"It just feels better if it builds up little by little" the man explained, reaching down to the woman's most sensitive part, gently caressing her lady lips, soaked like a typhoon had been going on down there. The woman cried again "Please... please... I can't take it anymore!"
"I can't fucking take it anymore!"
"Wow! What's with this language! How vulgar!" the man laughed. "But you're begging, I like that- he added.
"It's not enough though" he continued, becoming bolder with his finger work, reaching deeper with two fingers until he was two knuckles deep inside of her.
"Oh God!!!" the woman couldn't restrain herself.
"I need you to scream my name, or we aren't going anywhere" the man said, with an evil grin crossing his face, distorting his otherwise angelic, although manly, features.
"Oh please Wookyung please! I can't endure this anymore, I just can't... can't...."
"Can't what?"
"Can't... I can't cum without you! Please, I'm begging you Wookyung, please- fuck me until I see stars and I can't walk properly anymore!" the woman wasn't even asking anymore, she was basically praying, literally begging the man.
"Now that's something I like" the man answered, seeming rather pleased with the woman's words.
He grabbed her roughly by the hips, opening her legs with his arms, so that she was sprawled opened before him and finally entered her again with what felt like the hardest trust the woman would have swore to ever have felt.
"Ah!"
"Ah, God I swea" but the woman couldn't finish her sentence that she came, hard.
Not only she reached her climax, but an infamous liquid sprayed from her core wetting the man above her.
"Mh...I thought you were stronger.... cumming already?" he commented, grin growing wider on his face. "Well, guess I did a good job" he added. "But I still need my reward" as he said these last words the man started trusting even faster and more erratically, chasing an impossible pace.
"Oh my... oh MY!"
"Just a little more sweetheart"
The woman was exhausted, but she smiled content at the pet name-  biting her lip, despite being still out of breath from the heights of her orgasm.
"AHH!" after other few minutes, with a sharp trust the man came.
The woman thought that even the way he moaned was sexy, it was more like loud whimpers, than animalistic screams- they were perfect, elegant and controlled like him. She would have described him as an "Icy Sex God" he was damn good at it, he was full of strength but he wasn't too messy, he was controlled, calm and elegant even in a situation like that, she was amazed by how long he lasted.
Although the "ice" had seemed to falter a bit in the end, when he was being more gentle and affectionate in his words and little touches.
The woman giggled at herself because of the thought but her wondering was quickly abrupted by the man getting off from her, standing up and with no more words heading to the bathroom. The sound of water running down, soon echoing in the bedroom too- she guessed he had to calm down after the orgasm, he needed a moment for himself, it was normal, even with how good at sex he was, he was still a man after all.
She cuddled in the sheets, curled up on herself, still wet and sticky with body fluids- she closed her eyes, smile still wide, her limbs numb and relaxed from all the pleasure and release of serotonin.