In the quiet suburb where shadows danced under the full moon, Elena, a woman of twenty-five with a body that curved like a siren’s call, awaited her lover. Her skin was porcelain smooth, breasts full and firm with pale pink areolas that begged for touch. Her lips below were plump and tender, her core tight and warm, ready for passion’s embrace. Alex, her partner of equal age, arrived with eyes hungry for her form.
They met in the dimly lit bedroom, the air thick with anticipation. Elena’s heart raced as Alex’s hands traced her silhouette, fingers brushing over her nipples, hardening them into peaks. She moaned softly, a whisper like silk against skin. He kissed her deeply, tasting the sweetness of her lips, mingled with the faint salt of desire.
Their first union began on the bed. Alex positioned her on all fours, her back arching gracefully. He admired the visual feast: her breasts swaying gently, moonlight casting silver glows on her curves. His cock, rigid and veined, pulsed with need, the purple-red head glistening with pre-cum. He teased her entrance, rubbing the tip against her slick folds.
Slowly, he entered her from behind. The insertion was a deliberate swallow, her tight walls enveloping him inch by inch. Friction built as he slid deeper, her inner folds writhing around his shaft. She gasped at the wet slide, the heat wrapping him like a velvet glove. He thrust steadily, the slap of flesh echoing, her moans rising in pitch.
“Oh, Alex, deeper,” she breathed, her voice a sultry murmur. He obliged, varying his rhythm—slow pulls out, forceful pushes in—hitting her cervix with a jolt of pleasure-pain. The scent of their arousal filled the room: musky sweat, her sweet nectar, his earthy essence.
As climax approached, her breathing quickened, vagina walls fluttering in prelude. Love juices flowed copiously, soaking them. Then, the peak: her body shuddered violently, muscles clenching like a fist around him, squeezing rhythmically. She screamed, waves of ecstasy crashing, fluids gushing in a warm spray. He followed, spilling deep, their mingled scents intoxicating.
In the afterglow, her core pulsed gently, a warm stickiness binding them. They lay entwined, souls merging in satisfaction, her cervix echoing faint throbs.
Entwined in post-coital bliss, they whispered endearments. “That was incredible,” Elena sighed, her fingers tracing his chest. Soon, desire reignited. She straddled him, facing him, her full breasts bouncing as she lowered onto his renewed erection.
The second time, in missionary turned cowgirl, she guided him in. Visual delight: her labia parting, clit swollen and pink. Touch: her wetness coating him, tight heat gripping. He savored the taste of her skin, licking sweat from her neck, salty and sweet.
She rode him with abandon, hips grinding, the wet sounds of their union like a symphony. “Feel me, all of me,” she urged. His cock delved deep, brushing her cervix in rhythmic collisions, her walls massaging him with every bounce.
High tide built: breaths ragged, spasms starting in her depths. Climax erupted—tremors shaking her frame, vagina contracting fiercely, milking him dry as she wailed. Fluids mixed in a sticky warmth, her body collapsing in euphoric release, pulses lingering like a lover’s caress.
Breathless, they decided on a shower. In the steam-filled bathroom, water cascaded over their bodies, highlighting her glistening curves, droplets tracing paths down her breasts and thighs.
Against the tiled wall, he took her from behind again. The third encounter: his hands on her hips, entering her slick passage. Senses alive: the cool water contrasting hot skin, her gasps muffled by the spray, the floral soap scent blending with their natural musk.
Insertion was swift yet detailed—her lips blooming around him, inner wrinkles clutching. He pounded with varying speeds, the slap of wet flesh resonant. “Yes, just like that,” she moaned, tasting the water on his lips as they kissed sideways.
Orgasm loomed: her body tensing, walls quivering. Peak hit hard—shudders wracking her, contractions like waves crashing, juices mingling with water in a torrent. She cried out, muscles from taut to limp, the after-pulses a gentle throb in her core, their essences swirling down the drain.
As the water cooled, they held each other, the night ending in quiet fulfillment, bodies and hearts intertwined under the moon’s watchful eye.
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