My lips are stained purple from the red, beside the bottle on the table, crumbs on the cutting board, a few slices of French cheese and Italian meats leftover. Her thin fingers undo my belt buckle under the table, then the button, the zipper gives and her small hands reach in, feeling the thickness of my cock over my boxers. I look down, her ocean blue is dimly lit by the candlelight, weak wicks lit earlier fight for life, my hand reaches out and I run my fingers through her dark auburn hair, I catch a faint scent of her No. 5. I feel her neck and pull the hair back while she playfully kisses the hardening bulge. As she arches her back, through the open-back red dress she said she'd wear for me I see the shadows dance on her creamy pale skin, soft to my rough fingers.
My legs part a little as she reaches into my boxers, taking the shaft out and biting her bottom lip. My hands hug her face and undo the button around her neck, dropping the dress as her lips part and she takes me in her mouth. The warmth of her sloppy, drunken kiss as she feels me with her tongue and inside her cheeks makes me open my mouth, to breathe at first, then to moan as my cock becomes soaked with her and she moves her head up and down my shaft, her tongue and hand stroking together. My hands feel the smooth skin on her back while she has one around my cock, almost gripping all of it with her petite hand, they meet and hold for a moment before we continue exploring the other.
I back the chair away and let her crawl forward a bit, only my cock is reflected in her eyes, I'm hard as a steel knowing she wants it this much. I rise and take her hand, lifting her up with one hand while the other runs along her soft curves before turning between her legs, lifting the dress by its lacy edges and feeling the inside of her thighs and her sexy thick legs. Her mouth opens again and finds mine, our tongues playfully kiss as she starts unbuttoning my shirt, revealing my hard, hairy chest, she runs her fingers through it and around to my strong arms, tracing along them, heading south again. She grins as she strokes me, I help the top of her dress fall the rest of the distance and expose her large breasts, massaging them with my big hands. I slowly part from her lips and begin kissing her along the neck, my hand finds her plump cheeks and get lost in the perfect roundness of her ass. I could lift her up so easily, slide her tight, dripping slit onto my cock, but instead one hand rises to her back, the other takes her breast as my lips find her nipple and kiss it, tongue it playfully and give it a soft bite, she tries to hold her moans as I touch her, kiss her body, but we drown out the light piano on the stereo with muffled whimpers and breathy sighs.
I kneel, a goddess of love before me, my hands trail after me, feeling her curves again, running from her breasts down to her toes, back again as I lift her onto the table and gently kiss the inside of her legs, teasing each one before my tongue finds her clit. Her hand rests on my head now, she runs her fingers through my dark, thick hair, along my neck and shoulders as my tongue laps her wetness, sucking softly, kissing it, massaging it and sliding my thick digits inside. Two fingers feel her from the inside, she reacts by tightening her legs around me, my hands hold her legs up and can't help feeling her round cheeks again, grabbing her supple breasts, softly pinching her nipples, caressing her as moans start to betray her nearing pleasure.
I feel her thin fingers tighten around my hair, looking up at her with dark brown eyes, she utters one word, "come," and I rise, entirely her's. She takes my fingers and holds them to her mouth, licking them before sucking them slowly. My hard cock slides between her legs, no condom, no friction, just stiffness and wet flesh. I feel a flush over my cock as I thrust into her, her arms reach around me and hold tight, I take her plump ass and lift her off the table, she responds by curving her back, taking as much of my thick shaft as she can. Our lips find each other again and suddenly we're lost in a kiss again as our bodies move perfectly in motion, anticipating the other's moves, responding to each thrust and caress with a buck and a whimper.
I can feel it rising in me, the way she wraps around me, massages me inside her, her cum already dripping over my cock, nails scratching my back, her head buried between my shoulder and neck, the sweet, sexy smell of Chanel, the taste of wine. I slowly sit back on the couch, her legs unwrap and kneel in front of me as she slides me back inside her and bucks her hips, picking up speed as I hold her hips close and my thrusts get harder. She speeds up and I match her, she slows down and I hold her closer. She holds my head to her breasts as her back arches again and she finally takes the whole of me, then I feel it, the wetness inside her, the walls gripping me and I erupt inside her, my cock pulses as she holds me in and collapses on me, panting for breath, barely able to hold me anymore. She looks down at me, a piercing azure through her tousled hair in the faint candlelight, presses her lips to mine and moans again, I brush her hair aside and smile, in the total quiet, I can hear the music again, I feel her heartbeat against my chest, and her hand slowly releasing from the back of my neck.
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