This is for love
She arrived at his place at 7 p.m., as usual, running a little late. He was nervously smoking at the bus stop, trying to look annoyed, but it wasn't working: he was torn apart by a burning and utterly understandable joy at her arrival. He was always happy to see her, even the 10th time in a day, even though they had been together for 3 years, which, excuse me, is no small amount of time for a mad love. And theirs wasn't just mad—it was crazy, impervious to time or circumstance. She pressed herself against him as tightly as she could and, feeling a pleasant warmth below, slipped her playful little tongue deep into his mouth. He gently pushed
her away:"Not now,"
the old ladies from the nearby alley had already been tormenting his poor parents with gossip about "their upcoming wedding and her obvious pregnancy from such behavior."
Today she wanted him like never before. Usually in bed, he takes the initiative, and only he. Today she had other plans.
Lost in such thoughts, she didn't notice they had already climbed to the 3rd floor of his mansion. He felt her gaze and looked at her expressively.
She came closer, scorched his cheekbones with her breath, and abruptly pushed him onto the bed. He clearly didn't expect such a turn of events, buried the back of his head in the pillows, and watched, spellbound.
Gliding in the semi-darkness, she pulled a cassette from her small purse, shoved it into the tape player, and the room filled with a melody that was so familiar, yet still unrecognized.
A second later, he guessed her intentions. She climbed onto the table and transformed into a wild cat with brightly shimmering green eyes and sharp little claws. Moving to the rhythm, she began slowly pulling off her seductive blouse, revealing her pert young nipples underneath. Another moment and the thin fabric fell to her sensual feet. In the same minute, her mini-skirt was there too. Now she was passionately writhing on the table, left in her main gift—a black bodysuit in a "sado-maso" style, with bright rings as inserts, and stockings matching the main outfit. She was clearly enjoying her dance. Her long eyelashes fluttered more and more frequently, and abrupt sounds flew from her lips, finally erupting into a wild cry:
"I WANT YOU, COME TO ME!!!"
He lunged from his spot: his frantic member couldn't wait any longer. His little one was incomparable this time. With a sharp movement, he pressed her hot body to his. Where was the lock on all this magnificence??? DOWN, of course down, right next to her trembling, wet slit. Carefully, so as not to hurt her, he unzipped the bodysuit and pressed his lips to her moist treasure. He began diligently sucking on her labia, the major ones, then the minor ones, slipping his tongue into her reddened vagina, finally tormenting her clitoris with intoxicating caresses. She trembled under his onslaught, calling him to her. But he had other plans today too. He didn't want her there, but in the alluring narrow hole of her anus.
She had really wound him up. Protests were out of place. With force, he pulled her off the table and lowered her onto the floor near the bed on all fours. She submitted to his will and awaited further action. Wetting his finger with her juices, which were streaming down her appetizing thighs, he inserted his thumb into her anus. A fine shiver ran through her entire body. Thoughts left them. Only desire remained, the desire for animalistic, rough sex, to the limit, to the point of losing consciousness. With a swing, he thrust his impressively sized stake into her hole, which had clenched as if in fear. She cried out in pain. But he couldn't be stopped. His hips pressed against hers, and he began quick thrusts. She moaned from the sweet pain. It was as if he was raping her, having lost control from a savage desire, but all of this gave her a hidden pleasure, and somewhere on a subconscious level he felt it, impaling her fragile ass on his powerful member again and again, again and again. It was hot and tight there, which gave him particular joy.
Working her hole, he constantly changed the direction of his thrusts, pressing now against one wall, now another of her rectum, understanding that he was tormenting her with special delight. In a surge of passion, he began spanking her rounded hemispheres with force, the master of which he now was.
"Yes, yes, my bitch, my clever girl, my girl."
At this time, she found the swollen clitoris between her tense legs and began quickly tickling it, while his thrusts kept accelerating. Unable to withstand such blows, she began crying out loudly, pressing harder on the secret folds of skin. A little more and he froze: she felt a hot stream, with the same frenzied force, hit her anus. At the same moment, she came. She collapsed onto the bed, exhausted. He quietly hovered over her and carefully began covering her entire sweet body with grateful kisses. After 20 minutes of tender caresses, his little boy woke up again...