In the shimmering canals of Venice, under a canopy of stars and the soft glow of a full moon, Alessandro wandered the narrow streets. He was a traveler from distant lands, his heart forever chasing the whispers of romance in forgotten corners of the world. Tonight, the air was thick with the scent of saltwater and blooming jasmine, a perfect backdrop for desires unspoken.
Seraphina, a vision of ethereal beauty, leaned against a stone bridge, her silken hair cascading like midnight waves. Her body was a masterpiece: curves that danced with grace, skin as smooth and fine as porcelain, breasts full and firm, rising with each breath under her thin dress. She caught his eye, and in that moment, the night ignited with promise.
They exchanged smiles, words flowing like the gentle tide. “The moon calls to lovers,” she whispered, her voice a melody of invitation. Alessandro drew closer, his hand brushing hers, sending sparks through their veins. They walked to her hidden apartment, where moonlight filtered through lace curtains, painting their forms in silver hues.
Inside, the air grew heavy with anticipation. Alessandro pulled her close, their lips meeting in a kiss that tasted of sweet wine and salt from the sea. His hands explored her body, feeling the warmth of her skin, the firmness of her breasts, nipples hardening under his touch like ripe berries. She moaned softly, a sound that echoed like distant waves crashing.
He undressed her slowly, revealing her flawless form. Her breasts were abundant and perky, topped with shallow pink areolas that begged for attention. Lower, her mound was adorned with soft curls, leading to full, tender labia that glistened faintly in the moonlight. Alessandro’s arousal grew, his cock hardening, veins pulsing along its length, the purple-red head swelling with need, a drop of precum beading at the tip.
Seraphina knelt, her eyes locked on his, and took him into her mouth. The taste was salty-sweet, his musk filling her senses. She licked along the shaft, feeling the ridges and heat, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head. He groaned, the sound deep and primal, his fingers tangling in her hair.
They moved to the bed, where he positioned her on all fours. The first coupling began with teasing foreplay: his fingers tracing her slick folds, parting her plump labia to reveal the pink, swollen clit begging for touch. He rubbed it gently, eliciting gasps and whimpers, her juices flowing, scenting the room with her arousal – a heady mix of musk and sweetness.
“Take me,” she breathed, her voice husky with desire. Alessandro aligned his throbbing cock at her entrance, the head pressing against her wet heat. He entered slowly, inch by inch, feeling her tight, wet walls envelop him. The friction was exquisite, her inner folds gripping like velvet, contracting around his length as he pushed deeper, the tip brushing her cervix in a jolt of pleasure.
He thrust rhythmically, starting slow, building to a fervent pace. Each movement created wet, slapping sounds, her moans rising in crescendo. The sensation was intense: her vagina’s tight, hot embrace squeezing him, inner walls undulating, milking his shaft. Sweat beaded on their skin, mixing scents of perspiration and arousal.
As climax neared, her breathing quickened, vagina walls fluttering in pre-orgasmic spasms, more lubrication flooding around him. Then, the peak: her body trembled violently, vagina contracting like a fist, squeezing his cock in powerful waves. She screamed, love juices squirting, muscles tensing then melting into relaxation. He followed, his release flooding her, the warmth of semen mixing with her essence, creating a sticky, satisfying warmth. In the afterglow, her cervix pulsed gently, their souls entwining in blissful fusion.
They lay entwined, whispers of affection exchanged, bodies cooling under the moon’s gaze. But desire reignited soon. Seraphina straddled him, facing him in the female superior position. Her full breasts bounced as she lowered onto his renewed erection, the insertion a slow, deliberate swallow, her tight channel wrapping him anew.
“Feel how I ride you,” she purred, grinding her hips. The rhythm varied: slow circles, then rapid bounces, her clit rubbing against his base. Sensations overwhelmed: visual of her curves undulating in moonlight, touch of her wet heat sliding up and down, sounds of flesh meeting flesh and her breathy moans, scent of their mingled fluids, taste of her skin as he suckled her breasts.
High tide approached again. Her breaths came in gasps, inner walls twitching, fluids increasing. Orgasm crashed: shudders wracking her frame, vagina clenching fiercely, expelling a gush of nectar. He thrust up, erupting inside, the deep penetration feeling like entering her very core, their essences blending in ecstatic release. The aftermath was tender, her passages throbbing softly around him.
Refreshed, they moved to the bathroom, the steam from the shower mingling with their heat. Under the warm cascade, water droplets traced her body’s contours, sliding over her firm breasts and down her slick mound. Alessandro pressed her against the tiled wall from behind, his cock sliding into her once more.
“Deeper,” she demanded, arching back. The entry was swift, her saturated folds welcoming him, the water adding a slippery dimension. He pounded steadily, varying speeds, the sloshing sounds mixing with their grunts. Her labia swelled around him, clit throbbing, inner wrinkles massaging his veined length.
Climax built relentlessly: prelude of ragged breaths and subtle contractions, peaking in a torrent of shakes, her vagina gripping like iron, juices mingling with water. She cried out, body convulsing, then softening into languid pulses. His seed filled her, the warmth contrasting the cool tiles, their union profound in the steamy haze.
Exhausted yet fulfilled, they returned to bed, bodies intertwined under the fading moonlight. As dawn approached, they parted with promises of more nights, the memory of their ecstasies etched in their souls.
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