Tender passion

Today is a special day. The day of our "first intimacy." And we celebrate it traditionally, always just the two of us and always at the same restaurant. Today is our fifth anniversary. On this day, you look especially beautiful and sexy.

And right now, you are magnificent. You're wearing a short black evening dress, diamond earrings, an expensive watch. And of course, as I think, beautiful lingerie that matches the dress. I am dressed in a new black suit, a light shirt. You know my taste perfectly, my choice. It is brilliantly simple. I choose only the best. And that best is you!

After celebrating the occasion, returning home, you sit down on the

sofa. You spent the whole evening in stilettos, your feet must be tired. I take off your black shoes. I massage your toes, your soles. You look lovingly into my black, pitch-dark eyes, gesturing for me to sit beside you.

There is so much tenderness, untapped love, and affection in them that I again and again drown in the bottomless ocean of your enchanting brown eyes.

Sitting down next to you, I gently run my palm over your face, your neck. My fingers pleasantly caress behind your ear, sink into the mass of your luxurious hair. Closing your eyes, you give me a sweet, prolonged kiss. A pleasant languor envelops us. Our bodies are relaxed, we completely trust each other.

Sitting on my knees facing me, wrapping your thighs around my legs, you slowly undress me. My hands slide your black dress off your shoulders. My palms pleasantly stroke your neck, shoulders, arms.

Male hands are strong. They easily lift your girlish body higher. They seat you more comfortably. Fingers excite you, lightly touching your breasts through the lace fabric of the black bra. They unfasten the clasp. And I admire your beautiful, size-two nipples.

I carefully lay you on your back. You spread your slender legs wide, slightly bending them at the knees, offering my caresses your blossoming flower of love, fragrant with beautiful scents. I become like a little bee, drinking the wonderful divine nectar of your well-kept love flower. Our little bud of love, passion, and our happiness!

My tongue hotly and wetly covers the swollen bud. It runs along, opening its moist pink petals. Pushing aside the outer ones, it caresses the inner lips—the petals. These caresses excite you, passionately arousing you, igniting your imagination. Your hand reaches for your clit. Pressing, you play with its bead. With your other hand, you caress your breast. You let out soft, languid moans.

Your eyes are slightly closed. Your tongue licks your lips, thirsty for kisses. You fall into a fairy-tale land of dreams, from which you don't want to return. My tongue gives indescribably pleasant caresses, and the fingers inside you passionately excite you, making your young, beautiful body writhe on the marital bed from unbearably pleasant and torturous caresses.

Waves of sensuality wash over you. A frequent, fine tremor runs over your thighs, and a weak, languid moan escapes your lips.

You lie motionless for a minute, immersed in your fantasies.

Coming to your senses a bit from the first orgasm you received, you proceed to preliminary caresses. You start with a massage of my legs. From the bottom, upwards to the knees. Out of nowhere, oil appears on your palms. Delicate female hands slide, warming my legs. Blood rushes to my pelvis. It becomes pleasant and warm. You spread my legs a little wider, run your hand along the inner side of my thigh, breathe hotly on my testicles, my cock. You breathe on it, but don't touch it.

You tease. You play with it, looking mischievously into my eyes. Yours, mischievous ones, gleam slyly, as if telling me: now you are entirely in my power and I know you won't be able to resist my enchanting caresses. Like a cat, you arch your back, lift your bottom.

As if by chance, you touch my legs with your breast, their sharp nipples, thereby saying: I will make you, I want you to be tormented with desire, to cum just as brightly as I did from your gentle caresses, from your nimble little tongue, from your playful fingers inside my pussy.

Your warm palm rests on my testicles. My cock is already erect. It can't wait for you to take it in your hands. It trembles. How I want you to start rubbing it with your tender palm. But you are playing with me. You know when, at what moment, you need to do it. And only when, from exhaustion, I start begging you for it, only then will you begin to knead my testicles. You'll start rolling them, whispering — how good they are, my dear black kitty!

And only when, arching my back, I start moving it towards you, only then will you place your hand on my shaft.

Lightly with your fingers, then with your whole palm, you'll grasp it easily, pleasantly, gently. You'll slowly move down, elegantly encircling it with your palm, completely exposing its head, then just as slowly move back up. I'll start moaning. Don't torment me — I beg you. Take it, I plead! (I'll play along with you)

You'll smile back with the smile of a predatory, cunning kitten. You'll lick the head of my cock. Mm. And my life-giving nectar is already seeping from it.

With your whole mouth, your plump, moist lips, you'll close around the head. Caressing, you skillfully, pleasantly, tormentingly torture it. You slide down the shaft with your lips, revealing the huge pink head. It's already inside your mouth. Exposed. You hold it. You suck on it. You play with it in your mouth. Then back up, pulling the skin of the penis, covering it. You moan, holding the bare head in your mouth. You roll it from cheek to cheek, slightly biting it with your teeth. And we both get immense pleasure from your wonderful caresses.

Letting it out of your mouth — purring, you rub your nose against it. You talk to it. You ask — how do you feel, my good boy, in my mouth? Are you comfortable, my sweet one? And it answers you with its erection. It grows like yeast, increasing in size more and more. Stronger and stronger.

Here it swayed. Stood proudly, majestically.

Understanding from my clouded eyes that I want to cum in your mouth, you slightly quicken the pace. Confidently, you take it in your hand. Impaling yourself on it with your mouth, helping with your hand, whispering as it exits. "Come inside me!" And immediately you suck it with furious passion. You suck until I arch towards you and fill your mouth with my sweet sperm.

There's so much fluid that, filling your mouth, it flows out from the corner of your lips.

And again you tease me.

You didn't swallow it. No.

You let the first portion out onto your palm. You smear it on your breast, your nipples. Another, spitting into your palm, you thickly apply to your clit and immediately, shamelessly, right before my eyes, you start pleasuring yourself.

You pleasure yourself beautifully, erotically. Knowing that I like to watch and admire you. Your beautiful body. Your eyes full of happiness, your lips awaiting my kisses.

The sperm glistens on your clit. Because I came so abundantly and violently in your mouth, you've gotten really worked up. Seeing that I haven't fully recovered yet, you don't want to wait. You decided to pleasure yourself. You stroke your pussy. You rub everything. Arching your back, you lift your legs. You insert a finger.

My eyes greedily watch, devouring you with a lustful gaze. They plead — please, continue! Just don't stop! But you have no intention of stopping for a second. Your hot, beautiful, young body writhes under your own hands, knowing that I am greedily watching you, admiring every cell of it.

Your fingers are already inside your pussy. (Erotic stories) Your clit is pulsating. Two more thrusting presses, and I feel you're flying away. Flying away without holding back a bit, and your hot, light fluids spray onto the snow-white sheet of our love nest.

The orgasm is amazingly vivid, beautiful! Your body convulses. At this moment, you lift your bottom high, move and spread your slender legs, and let out a loud cry (no, not a moan, at this moment you love to cry out loudly, at this moment you hear nothing and only feel indescribable bliss that temporarily shuts off your consciousness. Everything around disappears for you. You completely go into yourself, into your sensations) And you cum brightly, in a stream.

You know that I love to watch you, and because of that, your emotions are brighter, the colors in your imagination more saturated… In these moments, you are insanely happy. Your legs are spread apart. I admire your snow-white thighs. Your little flower. The bud of happiness.

Waiting until your consciousness returns to you and the last drop of love nectar stops flowing from your bud, from your open petals, I, like a wild predator, pounce on my prey.

In these moments, I am unbridled in my passion. Unable to withstand my onslaught, my amorous ardor, insane passion, you try to jump out from under me.

I am angered by your action. Grabbing you with both hands under your narrow waist, kneeling down, I tear you apart from the inside. Holding your light body in the air, I enter you with powerful thrusts, entering and entering tirelessly.

You scream. You writhe. Throwing your legs over my strong shoulders, you push away from me with force, pretending to avoid intimacy.

Getting on all fours, you feign an escape.

I catch you.

I punish you.

With my left hand, pressing on your neck, I push your face into the sheet.

With my right, grabbing under your crotch, lifting your bottom high, standing over you on half-bent legs, I begin a relentless love ride.

Powerful thrusts shake your body. Your breasts work as shock absorbers, returning you to the starting position, presenting your firm bottom for the next powerful thrust that pierces your young, tender body through and through.

It seems to you that he has filled you entirely. That he has become a part of you. He is in your heart, soul, in your wonderful little head. He is yours. He is a part of you.

And you like it insanely. You like how hard I clench your buttocks. How hard I spank them with my palm. You like my animal passion. My powerful drive. My male, devouring gaze. You like how forcefully I enter, deeper and deeper each time.

And now, having gotten used to it, having caught my rhythm, now you frantically give me your love. Your unbridled passion. You scream. You cum. And you repeat it again and again. The ringing slaps of young, healthy bodies fill our Universe. Our love world. Our bedroom. Our marital love bed.

I feel your internal tension. How you powerfully clench my cock with your vaginal muscles. The friction of the head's rim against your inner walls becomes unbearably pleasant, and a wave of orgasm washes over me. Trembling in my knees. And I release inside you. I fall onto my side, pulling you with me.

And so we lie. You feel the pulsation of my cock inside you. You feel how it gives you all its juices. Every last drop. I feel how you gratefully accept them. How you kiss it with the walls of your vagina. You turn your face. We give tender kisses. We are happy, we are one whole. And we lie like that for a long time, remaining inside each other. We coo, remembering that night of our first intimate intimacy.