A married couple on vacation
A small southern town basked in the warm sun. The sea embraced the bodies of vacationers, weary from winter.
A week had passed since the married couple arrived for their vacation. A light tan already covered their young skin. The carefree nature of rest and swimming, tenderness and love for each other. The night brought coolness and pleasure. Every day. But not this night.
The day passed, as full as always. The beach, swimming, sports—today there was especially a lot of everything. He sat on the balcony, relaxed in a chair, smoking and looking at the night lights along the seashore. She stretched out on the bed and watched him. Feeling her gaze, he turned, and tenderness lit up in
his eyes, and a smile appeared on her lips."Why are you looking at me?" he asked.
"Admiring my man! You're so handsome!"
"Oh, stop it, a man can't be handsome."
"Yes, he can, you're handsome because I love you!"
"I love you too!"
He looked at her with pleasure, thinking how lucky he was with his wife. Beautiful, sexy. Long hair was scattered across the pillow, amber-colored eyes, slightly full lips. Round shoulders, firm breasts with cherry-like nipples, a flat stomach, a smooth, prominent mound, feminine hips and shapely calves, and small feet with purple polish on the toenails. He sat naked, and she immediately noticed his arousal.
"Well, what's with our 'boy' being so restless, he just can't seem to relax!" she laughed.
"If you were married to such a beautiful woman, you wouldn't relax either!"
She got up from the bed and walked over to him. His face ended up opposite her mound.
"Who's beautiful—me? I'm just as ugly as the night!"
"You are," he smiled, "but 'she' is simply a beauty!"
"Who, this one!"—she spread her legs apart and placed her hand on her mound—"'She' can only pout her lips and drool,"—her finger slid between the swollen lips and became shiny with moisture.
"Well then, kiss her, since she's a beauty!"
He grabbed her buttocks and pulled her towards him. His tongue slid between her lips, caressing her clitoris. She shuddered and moaned. His hands stroked her buttocks, thighs. She spread her legs as wide as she could, surrendering to his tongue and hands. Abruptly pushing his head away, she lowered herself onto her shins and took his penis into her mouth with her lips, trying to take it as deep as possible. He ran one hand through her hair, pressing slightly and releasing, with the other hand he caressed her breast, enjoying its firmness. Her lips released his penis, and her tongue began to caress his testicles. Her tongue slid up the entire length, and the penis was again immersed in her mouth. He looked down at the waterfall of her hair, her thin waist, and round buttocks. Her hand slid between her own legs and began to caress her lips. Sensing that he was about to finish, she tried to pull away, but he pressed her head down, and warm liquid began to fill her mouth in spurts.
"Ugh, nasty!" she rose from her knees, "You're a bit bitter, less coffee and cigarettes. I'm going to the shower, unsatisfied. You men are such egoists, everything for yourselves," she stopped in the shower doorway and stuck her tongue out at him.
He blissfully stretched and went to her. She was standing under the shower. Standing next to her, he washed himself and, leaving her to enjoy the water, walked away. He flopped onto the bed and closed his eyes. She loved to splash around for a long time, and when she came out, he was already asleep. She tried to shake him awake, but it was useless. He mumbled something, turned onto his stomach, and his breathing became even and calm again.
She went out onto the balcony and leaned on the railing. The air was warm and smelled of the sea. She didn't feel like sleeping. Music was coming from the dance floor of the resort. She made a decision. Entering the room, she glanced at him once more, threw a long, light white sundress over herself, not even putting on panties. She combed her hair in front of the mirror. The sundress hugged her entire body, her nipples visible through the fabric. The buttons were in the front, along the entire length, and she unbuttoned them from the bottom, above mid-thigh. She twirled in front of the sexpornotales.cc mirror, a drop of perfume behind her ears and on her neck. Just from the thought that she would go out like this, without panties, in a semi-transparent sundress, to the dance, her loins became wet and hot again. Putting on heeled sandals, quietly closing the door behind her, she began to descend the stairs. She knew he would sleep until morning, and the whole night was ahead of her...
As soon as the door lock clicked, he, who had seemed to be sleeping soundly until then, abruptly rose from the bed. Pulling on a dark t-shirt and jeans, he followed her. Through the window on the staircase, he saw her exit the main entrance doors and head towards the resort's exit. He quickly ran down the steps and followed her, keeping to the shadows of the trees. The white sundress was clearly visible. The resorts stretched along the sea, one after another. She passed several and turned into the gate of one. He followed her. She headed towards the dance floor. With every step, her sundress opened, exposing first one, then the other thigh. Arriving at the dance floor, she stood to the side, looking at the people. He stood in the thicket of bushes, a few meters from her, slightly behind. He could see everything perfectly: the nipples, erect either from excitement or chafed by the sundress fabric. And the dark hollow between her buttocks, visible through the thin fabric.
The man was also very aroused; his jeans seemed about to burst from the tense flesh. The girl began to stroke his penis through his jeans, squeezing and releasing her hand. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen from kisses, a passionate gleam in her eyes. She began to kiss and nibble his flesh through the fabric. After tormenting him, she unbuttoned the button and zipper, and the penis literally broke free from its confinement. The man, without even letting her look at it, grabbed her head and plunged his penis into her mouth. He went in all the way and back. Forward-back, forward-back. Then he jerked her to her feet, turned her around, and bent her forward. Her hands rested against a tree, he entered her from behind. Fast, deep, strong thrusts. With one hand she continued to lean against the tree, with the other she caressed herself, penetrating with her finger, along with his penis, into her flower. Pleasure overwhelmed her several times, until the man pulled out his penis and began to finish on her round buttocks.
When they calmed down, she was sitting on her knees by the tree, leaning her shoulder against him. The man sat nearby, saying something, stroking her hair. Emerging from nirvana, she asked him to leave and said she would come again. He stood up, got dressed, kissed her hair, and left. She remained sitting, languid from lovemaking.
The observer came out and walked towards her. Seeing her husband, the girl smiled. He approached, took off his clothes, knelt before her, began to kiss her face, inhale the scent of her hair, which smelled of someone else's cologne. His hand lowered to her mound, his fingers slid over her wet lips. There was so much moisture that it flowed down between the hemispheres of her bottom. He laid her on her side, lay down behind her. Her buttocks were wet, both her holes were moist and slippery. She raised one leg and braced it against the tree. He began to move the head of his penis over her lips and bottom. Then he placed his penis against her bottom and slowly entered her. Due to the large amount of moisture, he entered easily and painlessly. He began to move faster and faster inside her, with his hand caressing her lips, penetrating with his fingers deep inside, feeling through the partition how his penis moved. The movements didn't last long; the excitement of this evening was too great. At the last moment, he pulled out his penis and placed it against her clitoris. Hot, strong streams hit, making her moan. She tensed, a shiver ran through her body, and she went limp, pressing her back against his chest. He buried his face in her hair, and they lay for several minutes, enjoying the closeness.
"I'm a bad girl, right, my Love?" she asked quietly.
"No, you're the best!" he replied.
"I did everything right, as you wanted and we dreamed?"
"Yes, thank you, my Love!"
"And thank you! I love you!"