He returned after a few minutes and set something down on the nightstand, which I gathered from the hard thud on the wood beside the bed. There was another knock, and then Victor moved closer to my lower abdomen and ran his cold tongue over it.
I shuddered slightly and, startled by the sudden change in temperature, gasped for air. Victor disappeared again, picked something up from the nightstand, and then set it down, which was again marked by a thud.
Prepared for the sensation of his cold tongue, I took a deep breath as his hot lips met my skin. Victor disappeared once more, presumably to take another sip of cold or hot drink, and since I didn't know what temperature to expect, I waited in delicious anticipation.
The cold tongue glided over my vulva, then the hot one, back to cold, hot again as it penetrated my insides. Over and over, he assaulted me with varying temperatures.
– This is how it is with you – Victor growled, pulling his tongue out of me. – Sometimes you're hot and eager to please, and sometimes you're a cold bitch who doesn't let anyone cross your boundaries. You drive me crazy.
– Just like I am with you – I panted, out of breath from the irregular breathing.
As soon as I said this, I felt his finger on my lips, pressed as if he didn't want me to say anything more.
– You talk too much, darling – he murmured, pressing his finger a little harder.
He reached for the nightstand again, which I felt from the mattress bending, and then pressed a cool cup to my lips. I took a sip of cold water, and as soon as I swallowed, Victor sent me back onto my back. He climbed over me, and soon I felt his hard member pressing against my lower lip.
– Open your mouth – he ordered in a commanding tone.
Without hesitation, I complied, and he slid deep into my mouth until I slightly choked.
– That's better – he said, satisfied, making a few thrusts.
He slowly withdrew and this time offered me a cup with steaming water. I swallowed, and he slid back into my now warm mouth, purring like a cat.
– Turn around – he commanded once he had released my mouth.
I immediately changed positions and lifted my hips as high as possible. He rested his penis against the entrance to my femininity but did not penetrate further.
– Do you want it? – he asked when I turned to him with a questioning look, which he couldn't see through my makeshift blindfold.
I nodded eagerly.
– Then rub it – he demanded.
I reached out blindly to his groin, but he firmly stopped my hand.
– Not with your hand – he laughed softly. – With your pussy.
I withdrew my hand and propped myself back on both elbows, and he rested his penis against me. I began to slowly rock my hips, and his member slid over my labia like lipstick on lips.
– Oh yes... – Vic groaned deeply. – Show me how much you want it.
As if on command, I began to rub against him even more intensely, putting all my enthusiasm into it. I circled and swayed my hips, wanting to give him as much pleasure as possible, and with each movement, my pussy begged for more.
– Now I know you want it – he declared, clearly satisfied, and without any further ceremony, he entered me with force.
He wasn't subtle. He was rough and commanding, exactly how I wanted him. I absorbed his wild thrusts one after another and begged silently that he wouldn't slow down even for a moment, until I was completely lost in the rhythmic pounding. The arms I was supporting myself on weakened, and I collapsed onto the mattress, shaken by waves of an incredibly long orgasm.
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Butterfly's Year
Romance" - We are in a church, - I remarked sensibly. - Absolutely, - he agreed with a pleasant purr that vibrated between my legs. - Your parents are standing right there, - I whispered, discreetly pointing to his mom and dad standing in front of the alta...
