He and she
Their gazes met... his — dark, fiery, and desiring, and hers — bright, languid, and piercing. They couldn't stop or control themselves; it was beyond their strength. And walking to the room down the narrow, long corridor, he pressed her against the walls, caressing her fragile body with his masculine hands, grabbing her throat, depriving her of air for a moment, which made her legs buckle and a light haze appear in her eyes, treacherously shifting her consciousness to her wet, pulsating pussy. He wanted to do everything to her: punish, tame, prove who was in charge, and give her his fierce arousal, which had been tormenting him so painfully in recent days. And she,
so recklessly desired him that she didn't care what was happening around her; she didn't think about it, being here and now in this man who enticed her from head to toe...And now, she's already in red slutty lingerie, black patent stilettos, piercingly looking at him, decisively approaching and pressing closer and closer to his figure, mmmm, those moist fresh lips, wet hot kisses, fire — wild, unbridled, inextinguishable... the passion binding them was so strong that they both forgot about everything else except the present...
Suddenly, her gaze dropped to between his legs, and her hand automatically reached to feel his arousal, but he firmly pushed her away, saying: "You haven't earned it yet."
At his words, she trembled even more, and the desire for a deep blowjob was so clearly outlined in her glistening eyes and half-open mouth... and he continued speaking, ignoring her pleading face: "First, I'll fuck your holes until I understand you're forgiven."
Saying this, he put her on her knees, and before him appeared the picture of a blossoming scarlet bud, hot, enticing, wet, which he so wanted to taste and feel the sweet juice flowing from it... mmm... everything suddenly spun before her eyes, and closing them, she surrendered to the tender touches of his lips and tongue, so skillfully handling her flower, ahhh, here it is, the wave of the first orgasm, it washed over this woman's body, a warm, soft wave, like an evening tide caressing sand heated by the midday sun... how she needed these waves, and how he could guess her without words, by a single glance, a smile's movement, a gesture, and a trembling body...
After drinking her juices, he wanted to possess her even more; he couldn't be stopped, and she didn't want to either; she surrendered completely, unwilling to refuse a single thought swirling in her passion-inflamed mind... she felt him inside her, mmm, this cock fitting its owner... hard, demanding, he didn't skimp on movements, she smelled his delicious scent, his palms dug into her buttocks, and she felt the strength of his hands, his moist skin, hot breath on her shoulder blades, he entered her like a storm, sweeping away everything in its path, piercing her body stronger and stronger, deeper and deeper with each minute, wanting to push to the maximum, and she moaned loudly, screamed, releasing tongues of depraved flame, a lustful, spoiled, naughty girl craving insane passion. And again, wild, unbridled orgasms washed over her; she shuddered all over, wanting to say something but couldn't, only deep breathing and a happy smile let him know she felt good.
He continued punishing her, now in another forbidden hole... but it was only forbidden for others, not for him... Fucking her, he mentally said: "I want to realize that you're mine, feel it with my whole being. Penetrating you without compromise in moments of absolute madness. And now you belong to me, all of you, to your last breath, every cell of you."
And aloud, he only repeated some pleasant words for her ears, which in her consciousness sounded something distant but tangible, and only to his question: "Do you feel good?", she moaned through groans: "Very."
Nothing, it seemed, was extraordinary about what was happening, but there was some inexpressible meaning for them in every sound, every movement, every glance; he saw her slutty clear eyes, full of lust and desire, which filled him with these feelings too. Oh, how she felt his madness, for he left her no choice, forcing her with every encounter to turn into a wild cat, shuddering from endless orgasms, which made him turn into a wild beast too, and his voice into a wild, unbridled roar.
And finally, she earned forgiveness, and her mouth filled with the juicy, sweet, piercing cock. A blowjob — what an amazing game in its possibilities. Why did she like it so much? After all, she knew that it was the blowjob that allowed her to play with a man at her own discretion. Here she could show tenderness, assert herself, dominate, drive crazy, and reward. Looking into her eyes, he saw sparks in her gaze, and he definitely liked this game, in which he periodically took the initiative into his own hands, and then, with a tremor, released it, giving her all power over him.
A moment, and they were in the shower; he smelled absolutely everything; he got high from the scent of all parts of her body. He didn't care what was right or wrong. He cared only about her and these sensations from her. And what about her? She felt exactly the same, understanding that there were no prohibitions... there couldn't be any; they realized that almost immediately, back then, during their first meetings. Oh, and those hot waves first washed over him, then her, telling each other — with me, you can do anything.
He embraced with a joyful gaze the special movement of her happy lips, unique to her alone, and immediately threw her onto the bed, enjoying her again, punishing again, and turning into a madman again. And suddenly, as if an electric current ran through his body. He felt himself with renewed strength, from the resilient movements of his legs to the movement of his lungs while breathing, and unable to endure any longer, he covered her entire face with that nectar she desired, which she savored and played with her tongue for a long time.
Leaving the room, they assessed the space with a sober gaze. The walls remembered their moans. The sheets smelled of madness and were damp from their passion. Their lips, tired from kisses, reached for each other to say "thank you" for the magical day. And their bodies were covered in goosebumps from these sweet memories.