Don't say a word, my love.
Today I invited you to a restaurant. The summer day is coming to an end, the city is resting from the daytime hustle, from the heat and endless tasks that people rush and hurry about. The air is filled with the scent of flowers, which, like Persian carpets, cover the summer streets, squares, avenues, and parks. I am intoxicated by this aroma, by the warm wind that brings something southern to our beautiful city, and, closing your eyes, you feel a hint of sea breeze. The wind plays with your hair, and you smile and fix it again and again. The city begins to breathe with all the freshness of this evening. And above it all hangs a large fiery, reddish sun, which reluctantly and deliberately
slowly rolls toward the horizon, unwilling to yield its rights to the night.The evening is coming to an end. After a wonderful evening spent in an expensive and beautiful restaurant, we sit and sip wine as red as blood, from grapes grown on the southern slopes of Italy. One could say we are drinking particles of Italian sun, sea, wind, rain… Everything is discernible in the bouquet of this wine. I admire you. Your almond-colored eyes. The beautiful shape of your scarlet lips, your smile. When you speak, I admire only the forms of your lips and listen to this music of your gentle voice. Your chestnut curls cascade onto your marvelous shoulders. Your chest rises languidly with each of your sighs. Your red, elegant dress, gifted by me specifically for this evening, beautifully accentuates your body: your large, full breasts with shamelessly protruding nipples through the fabric, your flat stomach, and your such luxurious and so appetizing hips. I know you are not wearing any underwear. This dress does not imply it.
After paying for dinner, we get up and head for the exit. I took with me the bottle of unfinished Italian wine. We slowly walk through the hall. You walk smoothly, swaying your hips like a true bitch, enjoying how men turn to look at your ass. Suddenly, I roughly and forcefully grab your arm, swing open the men's restroom door, and shove you inside first and then into an empty stall. You are stunned. You are in a stupor and cannot utter a word. I am pleased with this effect. I spin you around to face away from me with a jerk, yank your dress up sharply, exposing your ass. And with commanding movements, I bend you forward. For a few seconds, I admire this picture. My beloved and so beautiful girl stands with her dress pulled up to her waist, with a bare ass not even covered by a small piece of panty fabric. I take a sip of wine and, squatting down, begin to trace your pussy with the neck of the bottle. Over your juicy labia. You are all tense. You still can't come to your senses. You are trembling… Goosebumps run across your skin. And then I suddenly insert the bottle neck into your hole. You gasp and push your ass back even more, impaling yourself on the cool glass phallus. I start fucking you with the bottle. I fuck your pussy brutally, knowing how much you like it. Then I pull out the bottle and take a big gulp from the slick neck. Mmm. Wine with the taste of your "girl," it's amazing.
I pull the dress off you and throw it out of the stall. You see it lying on the restroom floor. I put you on your knees and, unzipping my fly, shove my cock into your mouth. You pounce on it and start sucking frantically. Now taking it all in, now actively jerking it, now licking my balls. Good girl. I get down on all fours and insert two fingers all the way into your slit. Oh yes. You've gotten wet. And how. We hear someone entering the restroom, then someone else. I start fucking you with my fingers. With my other hand, I choke you. You look at me with frightened eyes, but I know there is only vice in them now. The restroom becomes quiet, someone washes their hands, dries them with paper towels, and in this silence, the smacking sounds of your pussy are clearly heard. I take another sip of wine and, looking at you arrogantly, spit it in your face. It starts to run down your face and chest like red rubies, forming a small puddle on the marble floor. I put you in doggy style and, inserting my cock all the way, start pounding you with it. Fucking very fast. You moan loudly. You no longer care.
After fucking you thoroughly, I put you back on your knees and you start sucking. I bring my cock to your lips and wait. And then a golden stream begins to fill your mouth, running down your cheeks, chin, and chest, forming a puddle of urine on the floor. I jerk my cock and cum on your face. How beautiful you are. On your face are droplets of urine, wine, and semen. You are kneeling in a puddle of the same. I adjust my clothes. I leave the stall without even bothering to close the door. I place the dress on the shelf by the sink and, after washing my hands, leave, abandoning you.
— Waiting in the car.
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