In the quiet embrace of a moonlit evening, Elena and Marcus returned to their secluded apartment, their bodies humming with unspoken desire. Elena, with her lithe, curvaceous figure, skin as smooth and fine as porcelain, moved with an effortless grace that always captivated Marcus. Her full, firm breasts rose gently with each breath, topped with pale pink areolas that seemed to blush under his gaze. Below, her plump, tender labia promised untold pleasures, her tight, warm vagina a sanctuary of wet heat. Marcus, strong and attentive, felt his arousal stir at the mere sight of her.
As they entered the bedroom, the air thick with anticipation, Marcus pulled Elena close, his lips finding hers in a deep, lingering kiss. The taste of her was sweet and salty, like ripe fruit mingled with the faint tang of her day’s exertions. He trailed his hands over her body, feeling the warmth of her skin, the subtle curves that fit perfectly against him. Elena moaned softly, a low, breathy sound that sent shivers down his spine.
They undressed slowly, the moonlight casting silvery glows on Elena’s form. Her breasts heaved, nipples hardening into tight peaks. Marcus’s penis, now fully erect, throbbed with need—veins bulging along its length, the purple-red head swollen and glistening with pre-cum. Elena’s fingers wrapped around it, feeling its heat and rigidity, while her own arousal built, her labia swelling, her clitoris emerging like a pearl from its hood.
Marcus guided her to the bed, positioning her on all fours. He knelt behind her, inhaling the musky scent of her arousal mixed with her natural perfume. His tongue darted out, tasting the salty-sweet nectar of her folds, lapping at the tender labia and circling the sensitive clit. Elena gasped, her breaths coming in ragged pants, the wet sounds of his ministrations filling the room.
‘Oh, Marcus, I need you inside me,’ she whispered, her voice husky with longing.
He aligned his throbbing cock with her entrance, the head pressing against her slick, plump labia. Slowly, he pushed in, feeling the initial resistance give way to a warm, wet embrace. Inch by inch, he was swallowed by her tight vagina, the inner walls rippling and contracting around him like velvet gloves. The friction was exquisite, her heat enveloping him fully as he slid deeper, the folds of her vaginal walls massaging every vein and ridge of his shaft.
As he thrust rhythmically, starting slow and building pace, the slap of skin against skin echoed, mingled with the squelching sounds of her wetness. He reached her cervix, the tip of his cock bumping against it with each deep plunge, creating a profound sense of fusion as if entering her very core. Elena’s moans grew louder, her body rocking back to meet him, the scent of sweat and love juices intensifying the air.
The prelude to her climax began with quickening breaths, her vaginal walls fluttering in light spasms, love fluids gushing to coat him more slickly. Then, the peak hit: her whole body trembled violently, muscles tensing as her vagina clenched like a vise, squeezing his cock in rhythmic contractions that milked him relentlessly. She screamed in ecstasy, waves of pleasure crashing through her, her labia pulsing, fluids spraying in hot spurts. Marcus followed, his release flooding her, the warm, sticky semen mixing with her essence, creating a heady aroma of musk and salt.
In the afterglow, her vagina pulsed gently around him, the cervix responding with soft throbs, their souls intertwining in blissful satisfaction. They collapsed together, bodies entwined, whispering endearments as the warmth lingered.
After a tender interlude of caresses and soft kisses, Elena straddled him, her full breasts swaying invitingly. She lowered herself onto his renewed erection, the visual of her curves bathed in moonlight mesmerizing. The taste of their mixed fluids lingered on their lips as they kissed.
‘Take me like this, my love,’ she murmured, guiding him in.
Her tight heat enveloped him again, the slow descent allowing every sensation: the labia parting, the inner walls gripping, undulating as she rode him. He thrust up, meeting her movements, the pace varying from languid grinds to fervent bounces, their bodies slapping together with wet smacks. The friction built, her clit rubbing against his base, sending sparks through her.
Her climax approached with labored breaths, spasms teasing her walls, fluids dripping down his shaft. At the pinnacle, she arched back, body shaking uncontrollably, vagina contracting fiercely, squeezing him in powerful waves that drew out his own orgasm. She cried out, muscles locking then releasing in euphoric pulses, their combined scents filling the room—sweat, semen, and her sweet musk. The aftershocks left them in a haze of warmth, her gentle throbs echoing his softening pulses.
Breathless and sated yet insatiable, they moved to the bathroom, the steam from the shower enveloping them like a lover’s embrace. Water cascaded over Elena’s body, droplets tracing her curves, highlighting the firmness of her breasts and the tenderness of her labia.
Under the spray, Marcus pressed her against the tiled wall from behind, the cool surface contrasting her heated skin. He entered her once more, the insertion smooth and deep, her wet heat welcoming him amid the sound of falling water and their mingled gasps.
‘Deeper, Marcus, claim me entirely,’ she begged, her voice echoing off the walls.
His thrusts were deliberate, varying from slow, teasing slides to rapid, forceful drives, each one hitting her cervix with that intoxicating depth, as if merging into her womb. The sensations amplified: the water’s slipperiness, the steam’s humid scent blending with their arousal, the taste of clean skin as he kissed her neck.
Her buildup was intense—breaths hitching, walls quivering, love juices mixing with water. The climax erupted: violent shudders, her vagina clamping down like a fist, expelling waves of fluid in ecstatic release, her screams muffled by the shower’s roar. He joined her, filling her with warmth, the mixture trickling down her thighs. In the lingering pulses, her body relaxed against him, souls fused in profound contentment.
As the water cooled, they dried each other tenderly, returning to bed where sleep claimed them, wrapped in the eternal flame of their love.
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