her skin, the more her tattoo was revealed. Some sort of
intricate design, like Aztec art, with flames wrapping through it near her
lower back. The dress laced further than I thought. The tattoo continued all
the way down.
Unbelievably sexy.
When I unraveled the fastenings covering her ass, I couldn’t
help but touch her there, squeeze that enticing flesh. I had to pause to
regroup since my erection was threatening to take matters into its own hands.
She helped me pull the dress off and then she rolled over
onto her back. There she was, fully naked on my bed. Mine.
As I drank in the sight of her, I didn’t know what I wanted
to touch more—her breasts, her pussy, any part of her skin. I started up with
those perfect breasts—so round—not too big, not too small, but perfect for my
greedy hands. As my fingers explored them, touching and squeezing, I ran my
tongue over her pink erect nipple, nibbling it lightly. She moaned and squirmed
beneath me, encouraging me to explore further.
While I continued to worship one breast after another, I ran
my hands down along her pale soft torso, down her tiny waist, down to her soft
folds. She was already so wet and eager, I slipped my finger right in, feeling
the warmth around me. She continued to writhe and moan, grabbing at my shoulder
blades.
“Now. Please,” she pleaded.
Since my cock was practically throbbing to get inside her, I
didn’t need any more encouragement. I quickly tore off my clothes and fumbled
around a drawer to find a condom. As I began to put it on, she reached down to
help me, wrapping her hands around my cock and moaning appreciation. She
stroked me gently at first, but then more eagerly. I met her increasing rhythm
until I knew it would lead to a point I didn’t want to reach too soon.
“If you keep doing that, you’re going to make me come. And
I’m only just starting with you,” I said.
She let go and spread her legs wider, inviting me in.
Finally, I entered her in a sweet slow motion to savor the sensation. Right
away I could sense that she was not like any other woman I had been with
before. Our union was electrifying, sending me to a heightened sensation I had
never felt before.
She tightened around me, exciting me further, and I
increased the momentum as I penetrated her harder. The deeper I pumped, the
more I wanted.
She murmured something incoherent and then pulled me closer
to her, wrapping those long legs around my waist. She met my thrusts with
enthusiasm as our pace intensified even more.
“You are exquisite,” I said, burying my face into her silken
black hair and inhaling the scent of an herbal shampoo. “And you smell so
good.”
I never wanted this moment to end. Touching her body was far
too exciting.
“Oh Tristan,” she whispered.
“I want you on top of me,” I said and flipped us so we
reversed positions. “So I can see you like this.”
When her muscles tightened over my cock, I almost came.
Fighting to regain control, I then watched her face as she set a steady,
exquisite tempo.
“You are so beautiful,” I said as I ran my hand along her
pale cheek. “Unforgettable. A dark-haired angel with a luminescent glow.”
I ran my hands down her cheek to her breasts, shining pale
and full in the dim light from the streetlights outside.
Every part of me was intrigued by her—her body, her essence,
her soul. What was she? Why did she feel so good, almost magical?
And once again I wondered what secret she had.
My questions were silenced as her breathing escalated and
she increased her tempo. Hell, she was exciting. My pace increased with hers
until our bodies reached a feverish pitch.
“Oh my God, Tristan,” she exclaimed as she contracted around
me and covered me with her fluids. Within moments, her orgasm propelled me into
a feverish state of no return. I dug my fingers into her shoulders, pulling her
down and not letting her go.
“Yes, Maya. Yes.”
She collapsed on top of me and I held her in my
intricate design, like Aztec art, with flames wrapping through it near her
lower back. The dress laced further than I thought. The tattoo continued all
the way down.
Unbelievably sexy.
When I unraveled the fastenings covering her ass, I couldn’t
help but touch her there, squeeze that enticing flesh. I had to pause to
regroup since my erection was threatening to take matters into its own hands.
She helped me pull the dress off and then she rolled over
onto her back. There she was, fully naked on my bed. Mine.
As I drank in the sight of her, I didn’t know what I wanted
to touch more—her breasts, her pussy, any part of her skin. I started up with
those perfect breasts—so round—not too big, not too small, but perfect for my
greedy hands. As my fingers explored them, touching and squeezing, I ran my
tongue over her pink erect nipple, nibbling it lightly. She moaned and squirmed
beneath me, encouraging me to explore further.
While I continued to worship one breast after another, I ran
my hands down along her pale soft torso, down her tiny waist, down to her soft
folds. She was already so wet and eager, I slipped my finger right in, feeling
the warmth around me. She continued to writhe and moan, grabbing at my shoulder
blades.
“Now. Please,” she pleaded.
Since my cock was practically throbbing to get inside her, I
didn’t need any more encouragement. I quickly tore off my clothes and fumbled
around a drawer to find a condom. As I began to put it on, she reached down to
help me, wrapping her hands around my cock and moaning appreciation. She
stroked me gently at first, but then more eagerly. I met her increasing rhythm
until I knew it would lead to a point I didn’t want to reach too soon.
“If you keep doing that, you’re going to make me come. And
I’m only just starting with you,” I said.
She let go and spread her legs wider, inviting me in.
Finally, I entered her in a sweet slow motion to savor the sensation. Right
away I could sense that she was not like any other woman I had been with
before. Our union was electrifying, sending me to a heightened sensation I had
never felt before.
She tightened around me, exciting me further, and I
increased the momentum as I penetrated her harder. The deeper I pumped, the
more I wanted.
She murmured something incoherent and then pulled me closer
to her, wrapping those long legs around my waist. She met my thrusts with
enthusiasm as our pace intensified even more.
“You are exquisite,” I said, burying my face into her silken
black hair and inhaling the scent of an herbal shampoo. “And you smell so
good.”
I never wanted this moment to end. Touching her body was far
too exciting.
“Oh Tristan,” she whispered.
“I want you on top of me,” I said and flipped us so we
reversed positions. “So I can see you like this.”
When her muscles tightened over my cock, I almost came.
Fighting to regain control, I then watched her face as she set a steady,
exquisite tempo.
“You are so beautiful,” I said as I ran my hand along her
pale cheek. “Unforgettable. A dark-haired angel with a luminescent glow.”
I ran my hands down her cheek to her breasts, shining pale
and full in the dim light from the streetlights outside.
Every part of me was intrigued by her—her body, her essence,
her soul. What was she? Why did she feel so good, almost magical?
And once again I wondered what secret she had.
My questions were silenced as her breathing escalated and
she increased her tempo. Hell, she was exciting. My pace increased with hers
until our bodies reached a feverish pitch.
“Oh my God, Tristan,” she exclaimed as she contracted around
me and covered me with her fluids. Within moments, her orgasm propelled me into
a feverish state of no return. I dug my fingers into her shoulders, pulling her
down and not letting her go.
“Yes, Maya. Yes.”
She collapsed on top of me and I held her in my
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