In the bathroom
The reception for the opening of the new art gallery has ended, and we are returning to our hotel. I open the door of the arriving car while you say goodbye to the organizers on the gallery's porch. After the farewell, you descend the steps towards me, towards the car, and I don't miss the chance to admire you.
You are wearing a long, shimmering dress, black heels on your feet, a small purse in your hands. You gracefully descend the steps and majestically settle into the waiting limousine.
Outside the window of the leisurely crawling Aurus, evening Moscow lazily drifts by. Inside the car, it's warm and cozy. I look at your beautiful profile, barely discernible
against the backdrop of the city lights. Your long neck, neat hairstyle, my favorite waterfall earrings. My hand finds yours, resting on the armrest that separates us, and gives it a slight squeeze. You turn to me and smile softly. We arrive at our hotel. I get out of the car and open your door. An elegant hand slips into my palm, a pair of heels touch the pavement, knees appear from under the parted dress, and then you yourself emerge from the car's doorway. Under the warm spring sky, I escort you to the hotel entrance. The doorman opens the door for us, and I let you go first. You walk, no, you glide across the lobby towards the elevator, while I collect our room key and simultaneously admire you. At the opening elevator doors, we find ourselves together and step inside simultaneously.As the elevator ascends to our 50th floor, I gaze intently at you. You shrink slightly under my gaze. I take a step towards you, simultaneously pressing the Stop button on the elevator panel. A moment later, you are sitting on the railing mounted along the perimeter of the elevator cab. The skirts of your dress are spread open, your legs wrap around me, and I fiercely drive my cock into your womb, making you moan and writhe. Over my shoulder, you see the entire captivating scene reflected in the wall mirror. My furious movements, your helpless eyes, your raised hands pressed against the wall, trying to restrain my onslaught and keep from being slammed into it. You see my hand rise and take hold of your throat. My eyes are filled with fury and desire, our gazes meet, and you completely surrender to my force. I hold you by the neck and come, looking you straight in the eyes. You feel the hot wave washing over you from within, and our lips meet...
"Dima, we've arrived," your voice snaps me out of my reverie. Damn, what was that. You've already stepped out of the elevator and are holding the door so it doesn't close. "Well, or do you want to go back down?"
"I was lost in thought," I say, following you out onto our floor. We walk down the short corridor to the door of our room. There are only two rooms on our floor, the corridor is small, with two recesses in the middle on either side, each containing a large potted ficus. Passing the plants, I nudge you into the recess and pull you behind the huge plant. Not giving you a second to think, I press my hands on your shoulders and lower you to your knees. As you gather yourself to say something, to object, I unzip my trousers, take out my already erect cock, and you obediently open your little mouth. The sight of a beautiful woman kneeling before me simply drives me crazy. I take hold of your head and begin hard thrusts. You cannot resist, only trying to regulate my force with your hands pushing against my hips, attempting to stop me with a pleading look. But I can't help it; desire fills me, and your helpless appearance only fuels it. I tear the straps of your dress from your shoulders, exposing your beautiful breasts. One of my hands immediately seizes one of your hemispheres, making you moan even with your mouth full. A minute of such furious fellatio, and I begin to erupt. You don't manage to swallow everything, and my semen flows from your mouth and drips onto your chest. I growl, looking at this madness...
"Are you going to open the door finally?" your voice again pulls me out of this strange state. I come to my senses and quickly approach the door to our room, where you are frozen, looking at me in surprise. "What's wrong with you?"
"I don't understand," I run a hand over my face. "Tired, I guess."
"Well, I'll get you sorted out quickly now," you say with a playful smile, and I unlock the door to our room. We step inside. Almost immediately by the entrance, there's a kitchen island where you place your purse, and I toss the key card and my phone. Then you try to go further in, but I catch your hand and pull you to me. You lean into me, our lips intertwine, and then I simply turn you around and throw you onto the kitchen island. You don't even have time to cry out as the hem of your dress is lifted, your panties are torn off by my hand, and my furious cock invades your ass. Your drawn-out moan fills the room, intermingled with my growling. You try in vain to break free, but I catch your arm and twist it behind your back; with your other hand, you can't resist because you're bracing yourself against the countertop, preventing yourself from being spread out on it. You try to scream, but I immediately seal your mouth with your own panties. My other hand takes hold of your hair and pulls your head back while I relentlessly pound your ass. You can only moan, only submit to me, only give yourself entirely to my power, to my hands. And you surrender, you are sprawled on the countertop, your hands behind your back, I furiously drive my cock into your ass, eliciting new and new moans from your mouth. My speed increases, I feel my organ swelling inside you, expanding your poor ass, as a hot stream bursts from it with a simultaneous growl from me...
"Dima, where are you, why have you frozen again?" your voice once again breaks the spell over me. You approach and take my hand. "Is everything okay?"
"I don't understand what's happening," I feel your concern. "Need to rest, I'm feeling a bit off."
"I'll take care of you now," your voice sounds worried. "Sit on the sofa, I'll call you."
While I settle on the sofa, trying to understand what's happening, you kick off your heels and walk to the large bathtub standing near the window. Yes, we have a room like that, with a bathtub right in the main area. You bend over and turn on the water; I watch with pleasure your beautiful, slender silhouette shimmering in the light of Moscow's lights. You examine the little bottles and pour one into the filling tub. Then you turn and slowly walk towards me. I watch with pleasure as you approach, how your dress flows over your slender body. You extend a hand to me, and I rise from the sofa. You lead me to the filling bathtub, and I obediently follow. Right at the tub, you sit me on the edge of the basin and begin to undress me. I gradually lose everything, and then you seat me in the filling tub. I lean back and close my eyes; peace surrounds me.
A light clinking sound brings me back to the world. I open my eyes and find a small table next to the tub with a bottle of champagne and a pair of filled glasses. And opposite me, standing at the edge of the tub, you are removing your magnificent dress. Or rather, not removing it, but slipping out of it after dropping the straps, bending like a snake, a beautiful snake. I watch your movements with delight; here you bend to remove your panties, and your heavy breasts sway invitingly, making me glad there is foam in the tub, and a lot of it. Here you step over the tub's edge and sit opposite me, gradually sinking into the white foam and leaning your head back.
"Oh, how nice," your soft voice calms me. "Are you back to yourself now?"
"Yes," my voice is slightly hoarse but firm. "Everything's fine..." You rise slightly and reach for a glass of champagne; your breast touches my arm, and it's as if an electric current runs through me. You understand this perfectly and calmly sit back down with the glass in your hand, while underwater, your foot slides along mine, rising higher and higher.
"Grrr," I grab and down the glass in one gulp. "What are you doing?" I try to catch your leg, but you laugh and pull away.
"I'm trying to bring you to your senses!"
"And you're doing a very good job of it!" I am fully recovered now and quite not averse to bringing our communication closer. You understand this and are not at all opposed. The glass is set aside, and you slowly approach me; your hands rise along my legs, your breasts follow them; I watch your movement with pleasure, admire your beautiful face, soft lips. You are already on my chest, and our lips meet; my hands go underwater and settle on your ass. You purr like a kitten and try to settle on my chest, but I don't give you that chance. I turn you with your back to me and lay you on top of me, on my chest, immediately freeing my hands and putting them to work. My palms slide over your body, gently squeezing the hemispheres of your breasts, moving down your stomach and thighs, and there my fingers penetrate your womb, making you arch and moan. My lips simultaneously attack your neck and ear, trying to keep you tense. But you don't miss your chance; your little hands go underwater and find my already fully erect organ, carefully handling it, placing it between your legs, which immediately begin to move slowly, winding me up and irritating me more and more. Our battle proceeds with varying success; I make you arch and moan with my fingers, but your actions distract me from your neck and ears, and I myself try to keep myself in check.
But then you break free from my hands, turn over, and in one motion sit on me, completely depriving me of the strength to resist. I only manage to reach your breasts before you immediately seize the initiative. Your lips intertwine with mine, then release them and go down to my chest. They glide over both my nipples, my chest, and head downward. So you don't go underwater, I slightly raise myself in the tub, and you, without stopping, immediately get to work. Your hands gather your breast hemispheres, and my cock is already inside this pleasant new formation. My cock slides there as if on oil, appearing and disappearing. You watch its movements and on one of its exits, catch it with your mouth and completely impale yourself on it. This insane sight blows my mind and elicits a simply furious moan. I want to grab your head and just rape your beautiful mouth, but I don't want to break the magic of the moment; I restrain myself, though only God knows what it costs me. Your lips, your tongue tirelessly slide over my organ, making it enlarge and shudder, lifting me to an unreal height of pleasure. You begin to help with your hands; one hand jerks my cock in parallel with the active work of your mouth, the other goes underwater and a finger penetrates my ass. I arch like a bow, gripping the edges of the tub with my hands.
"Ahhhh, I can't," I practically scream.
"Come on, come on, come," you don't stop the movements of your hands, looking me straight in the eyes. And I begin to erupt right into your face; I can't hold back, I can't control it. The white liquid floods your eyes, gets on your lips. You laugh joyfully and release me. Like an autumn leaf, I fall back into the tub. You wash your face and approach me:
"Did you like it?"
"Oh yes-sss," I can't contain my impressions.
"Purr," you take the glass of champagne, take a sip, and like a kitten try to fit on me. But no! I turn you around in the tub, put you on your knees, and lean you against the opposite edge. Now it's my turn! I start from above, looming over you, and my lips go down from your neck, pass over your back, reach the buns of your ass; my hands spread them, and my tongue attaches to the open hole. You try to break free, but a powerful slap on the ass stops you. While my tongue works on your ass, my hands reach your breasts and begin to torment them softly and gently, making you switch between the two centers of stimulation, making you lose yourself, split in two. You try to control my attacks but gradually surrender; I feel the fingers of your hand penetrate your womb and begin to work there. I increase the pressure, and my tongue immediately attacks both your holes, helping your fingers lift you on a wave of pleasure. You enter ecstasy; I no longer need to stimulate you; I just watch as your beautiful body convulses in your own hands, admire how the delicate foam envelops my favorite curves, and I step out of the tub and approach your face. I watch as it contorts in a surge of passion, I see your closed eyes, I find your lips, and our lips intertwine; I muffle your moans, I feel your body trembling in ecstasy, I see you go limp, lose strength, and I catch you so you don't collapse into the tub.
Now you can lie on me, which you immediately take advantage of. I feed you champagne from my hands, and you bliss out in the warm water. After finishing the glass, I set it aside, and both my hands set about exploring your now accessible body. My palms slide over your body, meeting no resistance. Breasts, stomach, waist—all mine, all in my power. I bend your legs, and my hands gently caress your knees. You lazily watch their movement, trying to completely relax and surrender to the sensations. But something prevents you from enjoying the peace. You slip a hand down and again encounter my risen cock.
"Goodness, again?" you feel the organ bothering you.
"Yes, your one-act show has wound me up again," my lips reach your ear, and my tongue penetrates inside.
"Mmm, I can't right now..."
"I know, so I'm not rushing you," I am just as soft and gentle; I know I can't pressure you now. I have to let you want it yourself, and then everything will work out. I lift you in the tub and lead you out; with a huge towel, I dry you, wrap you up, and practically carry you in my arms to the bed you had earlier prepared. I lay you on the pillows and quickly dash to the tub, filling our glasses with champagne.
You recline on the huge bed like a queen, lazily sipping champagne, while my lips slowly begin their work. They start, as always, with your neck, then your lips, from which I taste the champagne, and then begin to descend lower. I gradually pull the blanket off you, as if extracting a butterfly from its cocoon. My hands and lips don't stop; they descend lower and lower, making you slowly moan. Maybe you would like to rest, but you can't resist my gentle onslaught. I shift my attention to your breasts, caressing and teasing your nipples. Right and left, I adore your breasts, adore your reaction to the stimulation; my hands are soft but persistent. You can't resist them; you never could resist my hands. You are already starting to moan noticeably; this arouses me, and I move on. My hands are on your thighs; the movement of my tongue on the inside of your thigh once again makes you arch; you try to escape from me by turning onto your stomach, which immediately reveals your weakness.
I am already behind you, sitting on your legs; my cock comfortably settles between your buns; my hands and lips continue to caress your neck, back; my palms move to your breasts; you rise with a moan, allowing me access to your sweet hemispheres. Your hand goes behind your back and finds my risen cock, beginning to gently jerk it. From the surging sensations, I begin to growl slightly, squeezing your yielding breast more forcefully. We both get aroused from the ongoing action; you try to get out from under me, to twist free, but I don't let you. I take your other hand and drop you onto the bed, forcing both your palms to handle my cock. We both get aroused; I fall on you, pressing you into the bed; you try to get out, to free yourself, but you have no such opportunity; I completely possess you.
I decide to change the position; practically carrying you in my arms, I bring you to the tub and seat you inside. You lean back against the edge of the tub with your back; I throw both your legs over the opposite edges, lift your ass, and enter your womb with my heated cock. You would like to stop me, but you simply have no strength. I begin movements, soft, unhurried, making you moan; I watch as your breasts sway in the foamy warm water, as my movements create waves washing over your body. All this action strongly arouses, and not just me. You already open your eyes wide and stare at me; your hands try to reach me; I increase the pressure, making you grip the edge of the tub.
Your hands slip, unsuccessfully trying to find a point of support, and I don't slow the pace, making you moan and writhe under my onslaught. I feel you beginning to thrust back at me, trying to