𝘿𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙡 𝙄𝙣𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝘿𝙧𝙖𝙛𝙩 - 𝙔𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍𝙀 𝙓 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍 ✓

48.

━━━

𝘼/𝙉 - 𝙈𝙖𝙟𝙤𝙧 𝙎𝙢𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 ! 𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩, 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 !

━━━

Stanislav is a scarily handsome man. That is a truly undeniable fact, in every universe. He has the looks of a movie star and words intoxicating enough to course through your veins and leave you addicted. And what's better, his libido is all or nothing. He will not show an ounce of sensuality unless he wants to, and when he wants to, it's the most intense, one-of-a-kind feeling you could possibly imagine. 

His hands run down his pelvis, my hips lifting me in the slightest as he tugs his pants down. His hands move from his pelvis to under the silk of my dress, playing with the elastic of my underwear before tugging it to the side, guiding and grinding his cock against me, his heat matching mine. 

"Always... always so wet, is this how you tell me you love me..." His words slur drunkenly, groaning and running his hands back up to my hips. My breath hitches, the feeling of my body lowering and his cock sliding into me sends shutters against my skin. His breath shakes in the slightest, completing me and filling me. 

His nails dig against into my hips, eyes slowly moving back up to mine, dark and dazed.

"Fuck me." 

His words demand my movements, and they don't hesitate. My arms wrap around his neck with my forehead almost against his, his grasp guiding my body up and down slowly before I begin to move myself. My breath shakes and shutters, the sound of skin slowly meeting begin to play with my body rising and dropping against his. My body begins to pulse against the deep pleasure, Stanislav's drunken body is already in the midst of building sexual lust. 

My body's pace quickens against his, his tight grip on my waist as I moan hoarsely only grows more and more intense, his grunts and groans muffling against my lips. His body twitches and tenses against my straddling, one of his hands moving up my body and cupping my breast, tugging the nightdresses material down to run his tongue across my breast. My body shakes and trembles, sweat building to the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of me in my own accord. 

Not his, mine. 

It's overwhelming, my body only continues to pulse with his hips grinding against mine under me. His head tilts back against the couch's headrest, his black locks flipping back with his face in full exposure. His eyebrows are furrowed and his skin glistens with a coating of pleasurable sweat, lips parted with a slight frown as air is sucked in and out of his through groans. 

"Don't... don't you dare stop..." He groans with need, skin meeting at a much faster pace, and my nails digging restlessly into the back of his neck follow suit. His groans shift into heightened moans against the feeling of my nails, thriving against the feeling of my fingers grazing though his undercut.

"F-fuck me, keep...going..." He murmurs through moans, his lips meeting mine with saliva connecting us lustfully. My moans hoarse and heighten, his cock slamming and grinding against my insides, his desperate need gripping my hips and forcing my body up and down, building his own pleasure as his words push me further. 

My body tenses and strains, his hand rising and whipping the side of my thighs without remorse. Each thwack sends stinging, burning pain across my legs, only strengthening the lust and forcing my body closer and closer.

"I-it feels good, y-you feel good..." my words break against my moans, his lips lift into a sinister smile through his arched, heavy grunts. He only continues to spank me, hard and with great force, my body jolting and shrieking in mixed pain and pleasure with each slap. My eyes shift with overwhelming, flustered pleasure, his hand guiding up my face and forcing my gaze back on him. 

"Look at me while you fuck me,.." His words pant and slur, hoarse and heavy as my face burns more. My legs strain and my knee's tense, his hands rising up and cupping my breasts, caressing my skin with physical need, having to touch me and caress me in and every way. 

The pleasure becomes too hard, too heavy to handle, and he knows this. He knows I'm close, my skin coated in sweat and my voice straining to the pleasure, before he grips my hips and forces my body down, letting himself slam my orgasm to trigger with his own will. My moans peek and my body arches, the pleasure slamming me like a drowning tsunami. 

I feel his body strain and his neck arch back, his own pleasure thriving as he orgasms also. His cum fills me as my body slumps against his, his chest panting hard and heavy. His hands slowly wraps around my back and holds me, my body still shivering and trembling against the feeling. 

I lift myself and slip him out of me, tucking my underwear back to place as I shift off of his lap, his pants being tucked over himself as he slumps back also. 

━━━