In the dim glow of the city lights, Alex first laid eyes on Elena at a rooftop party. She was a vision of grace, her lithe body swaying to the rhythm of the music. At 28, Elena’s curves were a masterpiece—slender waist flaring into hips that promised untold pleasures. Her skin was like polished ivory, smooth and inviting. Alex, a 32-year-old architect with a chiseled jaw and piercing blue eyes, felt an instant pull toward her. They exchanged smiles, then words, the conversation flowing as easily as the wine they shared.
As the night deepened, they slipped away to Alex’s nearby apartment. The air was thick with anticipation. Elena’s dress clung to her ample breasts, firm and full, their shallow pink areolas hinted at beneath the thin fabric. Alex pulled her close, their lips meeting in a hungry kiss. The taste of her was sweet, like ripe berries mixed with the salt of her skin.
They tumbled onto the bed, clothes discarded in a frenzy. Elena’s body was a feast for the eyes—her breasts heaving with each breath, nipples hardening into peaks. Her pussy was a delicate flower, lips plump and tender, glistening with arousal. Alex’s cock stood rigid, veins pulsing along its length, the purple-red head swollen and leaking pre-cum.
For their first encounter, Alex positioned Elena on all fours. He knelt behind her, hands gripping her hips. The visual of her ass arched invitingly, moonlight tracing the curve of her spine, was mesmerizing. He teased her entrance with his tip, feeling the wet heat envelop him slowly. Inch by inch, he pushed in, her tight walls yielding with a slick embrace. The friction was exquisite, her inner folds rippling around him.
‘Oh God, Alex, fill me,’ Elena moaned, her voice a sultry whisper. He began thrusting, slow at first, building to a steady rhythm. Each plunge sent waves of pleasure through them—the slap of skin on skin, the wet squelch of her arousal. He could smell her musk, earthy and intoxicating, mixed with his own sweat.
As he drove deeper, he felt her cervix yield, a forbidden depth that made her gasp. The sensation was intense, like merging souls. Her pussy clenched, hot and velvety, squeezing him rhythmically.
High tide approached. Elena’s breaths quickened, her walls fluttering in prelude. Love juices flowed copiously, coating him. Then climax hit—her body convulsed, pussy contracting like a vice, milking him fiercely. She screamed, back arching, muscles locking then releasing in waves. Fluids gushed, warm and sticky. In the afterglow, her walls pulsed gently, their mingled essences warm and satisfying, a profound connection lingering.
They lay entwined, breaths syncing. But desire reignited. Elena straddled him, guiding his still-hard cock inside. Face to face, her breasts bounced with each rise and fall. ‘Ride me hard,’ Alex groaned. She did, grinding down, her clit rubbing against him. The taste of her sweat as he licked her neck was salty-sweet.
Insertion was swift this time, her wetness allowing deep penetration. He felt every wrinkle of her inner walls, the bump of her cervix as she slammed down. Rhythms varied—fast pistons to slow grinds. Scents of sex filled the room: her arousal, his pre-cum, sweat blending into a heady perfume.
Orgasm built slowly. Her breaths hitched, spasms starting light, then intensifying. At peak, she shattered, body quaking, pussy spasming wildly, squeezing him in rhythmic pulses. She cried out, fluids squirting, drenching them. The fade was blissful, gentle throbs echoing, their hearts pounding in unison.
Exhausted yet insatiable, they moved to the shower. Water cascaded over Elena’s body, droplets tracing her curves like liquid diamonds. Alex pressed her against the tile, entering from behind once more. The steam amplified scents—soap mingling with their natural aromas.
‘Deeper, please,’ she begged. He obliged, sliding in smoothly, the water adding a slippery thrill. Thrusts were urgent, the sound of wet flesh echoing. He reached around, fingering her swollen clit, feeling it throb.
Depth was profound, his cock nudging her deepest point, evoking that uterine fusion fantasy. Sensations overwhelmed: the tight wrap, her contractions, the gush of warmth.
Climax roared in. Pre-orgasm tremors shook her, breaths ragged. Then explosion—full-body shudders, pussy clamping down hard, waves of contraction expelling floods of cum and juice. Her wail reverberated off the walls. After, they slumped, her walls softly massaging him, a warm, sticky union persisting.
As dawn broke, they parted with promises of more, their night a tapestry of forbidden ecstasy.
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