In the shimmering canals of Venice, under a canopy of stars and the soft glow of a full moon, Elara wandered the ancient streets. At twenty-two, she was a vision of ethereal beauty—her body graceful and curvaceous, skin like polished alabaster, breasts full and firm with pale pink areolas that begged to be adored. She had come from her quiet life in Canada, seeking adventure, but tonight, fate introduced her to Lucian, a worldly traveler with eyes like midnight oceans and a voice that whispered promises of forbidden delights.
Lucian, thirty and experienced in the arts of passion, spotted her from a shadowed bridge. Their meeting was serendipitous—a shared glance across the water, a smile that ignited sparks. They talked for hours, his tales of distant lands weaving a spell around her innocent heart. As the night deepened, he invited her to his secluded villa overlooking the lagoon, where moonlight danced on the waves like liquid silver.
Inside, the air was thick with anticipation. Elara’s heart raced; this was her first time, a threshold she had long fantasized about crossing. Lucian sensed her nervousness, his touch gentle as he cupped her face, his lips brushing hers in a kiss that tasted of sweet wine and salty sea air. ‘Are you sure, my moonlit muse?’ he murmured, his breath warm against her ear. She nodded, whispering, ‘Yes, show me… everything.’
He led her to the bedroom, where silk sheets gleamed under the lunar light filtering through open windows. Slowly, he undressed her, revealing her flawless form. Her breasts heaved with each breath, nipples hardening into rosy peaks. His hands explored her skin, warm and fine like velvet, tracing the curves of her hips. The scent of jasmine from the garden mingled with her natural musk, a subtle arousal blooming.
Elara’s body trembled as Lucian shed his clothes, his erection proud and throbbing—veins pulsing along its length, the purple-red head glistening with pre-cum. She reached out tentatively, feeling its heat, the silky skin over rigid flesh. ‘It’s… beautiful,’ she breathed, her voice a mix of awe and desire.
Their foreplay was a symphony of sensations. Lucian’s mouth captured her nipple, suckling gently, the taste salty-sweet on his tongue. His fingers trailed down to her mound, parting her full, tender labia—pink and dewy like rose petals. Her clit swelled under his touch, a sensitive pearl that made her gasp. The air filled with her soft moans, echoing the distant lap of waves.
As he positioned himself between her thighs in the missionary pose, Elara’s tight, wet heat awaited. ‘Go slow,’ she pleaded, her eyes wide with virginal curiosity. He nodded, the tip of his cock pressing against her entrance, slick with her arousal. Inch by inch, he entered her, the slow engulfment exquisite—her inner walls, tight and unyielding at first, yielding with a mix of sharp pain and blooming pleasure. She felt every ridge, every vein rubbing against her slick folds, the friction igniting sparks.
Deeper he went, her vagina’s wrinkled walls contracting around him like a velvet glove, warm and wet. The scent of her musk intensified, mingling with his sweat. When he reached her cervix, a deep thud resonated through her core, a fusion that felt like his cock was brushing her very soul. ‘Oh God, it’s so full,’ she whimpered, her breaths coming in ragged gasps, the wet sounds of their union filling the room.
His rhythm built slowly, from gentle thrusts to deeper strokes, her body adjusting, pain fading into waves of ecstasy. Her moans grew louder, interspersed with the slap of skin on skin. As climax approached, her breathing quickened, vaginal walls fluttering in prelude spasms, love juices flooding around him.
The peak hit like a tidal wave—her body arched, trembling violently, vagina clenching like a fist, squeezing his shaft in rhythmic pulses. Love fluids gushed, warm and sticky, her screams piercing the night. Muscles tensed then melted into limp bliss, her cervix pulsing gently against his tip in aftershocks. In the afterglow, their mingled scents—sweat, cum, and essence—wrapped them in a cocoon of satisfaction, souls entwined.
They lay entwined, but desire reignited. Elara, emboldened, straddled him for their second union. ‘I want to feel you this way,’ she said, her voice husky. Guiding his still-hard cock, slick with their juices, she lowered herself. The insertion was smoother now, her tight heat enveloping him fully, inner folds massaging every inch. She rocked, feeling the deep penetration hit her cervix again, a profound merge.
The pace varied—slow grinds building to fervent bounces, her breasts swaying, nipples brushing his chest. Touch: the slick slide, contractions pulling him deeper. Sounds: her gasps, the wet squelch. Scents: aroused musk thickening. Taste: she leaned down, kissing him, savoring the salty tang of sweat on his lips.
High tide neared; her breaths hitched, walls quivering, fluids increasing. Orgasm crashed—shudders wracking her frame, vagina spasming fiercely, milking him as she cried out. Fluids sprayed lightly, bodies slick. After, gentle throbs lingered, a warm, sticky embrace, fulfillment washing over them.
Still insatiable, they moved to the bathroom, steam rising from the shower like misty fantasies. Under the warm cascade, water beaded on her skin, tracing curves in the moonlight filtering through a window. ‘Again?’ she asked playfully, pressing against the tiled wall.
Lucian entered her from behind, her full labia parting eagerly. The thrust was deeper, his cock sliding into her welcoming depths, rubbing against sensitive spots. Friction built, her walls writhing, cervix kissed with each plunge. Sensations overwhelmed: water’s warmth mixing with their heat, echoes of moans in the enclosed space, scents of soap and sex, taste of water-kissed skin as he nibbled her neck.
Rhythm accelerated—slow entries to pounding drives. Climax built: gasps shortening, spasms starting, arousal flooding. Peak: explosive tremors, contractions gripping like iron, screams muffled by water, fluids mixing with the flow. Residue: pulsing warmth, bodies sagging in shared ecstasy.
Exhausted, they returned to bed, whispering of futures under the moon. Elara’s first night had transformed her, a dream realized in passion’s embrace.
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