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he wanted her. He ran his hands over her body, discovering each of her curves with greedy delight, crushing her back and breasts with his powerful arms.
The doors opened at the fourth floor. Without a word he took her to his room and feverishly threw the door open. In an instant they were both naked and breathless, mute with desire. They did not waste a second, but collapsed on the thick plush carpet. Vincent plunged into her with no warning. Pinned beneath him Brigitte could barely breathe, but her desire was so intense that it did not matter. She wrapped her long legs around him, forcing him into her hard, clutching him into the depths of her body. Then she rolled over so she was on top of him, now forcing her desire upon himâher insatiable mouth, her conquering sex that squeezed him tighter and tighter. They kissed as if they had been waiting for years to accomplish this simple gesture, joining their tongues and their saliva, exploring each otherâs mouths almost desperately. He penetrated her roughly, unrelentingly, and the woman thrust her hips flat against him, pushing him away, then pulling him in deeper. Gasping for breath at the brink of orgasm, they pulled apart for a moment, then plunged back into each other. When neither could hold on any longer, they came at almost the same instant, Vincent flooding into his companion in utter silence.
They remained this way until the brink of sleep, then dragged themselves to bed, sinking happily into the sheets before sleep finally overcame them.
Several hours later Brigitte was awakened by a delectable sensation. What she assumed was a tongue was tracing abstract shapes on her back, trailing down and tenderly tickling her buttocks. Vincent massaged her head, his fingers tangled in her silky hair. Gently, he turned her over on her back so he could lick the front of her body. From her ears he went down her neck, then lingered over each breast before getting to her belly. He kissed her thighs, knees, calves, and feet with light, almost furtive kisses. Brigitte lay still, fully savoring these superb caresses. When Vincent spread her legs and slid his tongue inside her, she gave a nervous little jump before giving into the pleasure.
His patience was the complete opposite of their first lovemaking hours earlier. He nibbled her gently, happy to hear her sighing beneath his mouth. With a tender gesture he spread the engorged lips of her sex so he could get to that most vulnerable place in her body. He darted his pointed tongue inside, teasing Brigitteâs slightly bruised and swollen flesh. She swam in a sea of pleasure, body and spirit floating. Her body came alive with what felt like thousands of tiny sparks; she felt herself vibrate. Fingers came to replace the manâs tongue, pushing deeply into her, making her moan with pain and pleasure. Then the skillful tongue began its caresses again, while the hand plunged deeply inside her, bruising her flesh even more. The hand felt Brigitteâs sex trembling on the verge of violent pleasure. Vincent slid on top of her, then inside her, plunging with ease into her wet pussy, prolonging the precise and regular gliding movement that rubbed at the open lips, bringing forth new moans.
Brigitte felt herself melting like an ice cube in the sun. Her lover filled her. He slid into her slowly and deeply, letting his member slide to the inmost depths of her body. It was if the hard and pulsing organ was truly a part of herself.
Their breathing became more and more uneven, each adapting to the otherâs rhythm in a dance of lust. Leaning against the head of the bed, Vincent made her sit on him, bringing her breasts to his open lips. She floated on top of him, obeying only the arms of this man beneath her hips who dictated their rhythm with the full length of his member. Looking Brigitte deep in the eyes, Vincent pressed his probing hand between his companionâs thighs, seizing the sex that begged to come again. At a
The doors opened at the fourth floor. Without a word he took her to his room and feverishly threw the door open. In an instant they were both naked and breathless, mute with desire. They did not waste a second, but collapsed on the thick plush carpet. Vincent plunged into her with no warning. Pinned beneath him Brigitte could barely breathe, but her desire was so intense that it did not matter. She wrapped her long legs around him, forcing him into her hard, clutching him into the depths of her body. Then she rolled over so she was on top of him, now forcing her desire upon himâher insatiable mouth, her conquering sex that squeezed him tighter and tighter. They kissed as if they had been waiting for years to accomplish this simple gesture, joining their tongues and their saliva, exploring each otherâs mouths almost desperately. He penetrated her roughly, unrelentingly, and the woman thrust her hips flat against him, pushing him away, then pulling him in deeper. Gasping for breath at the brink of orgasm, they pulled apart for a moment, then plunged back into each other. When neither could hold on any longer, they came at almost the same instant, Vincent flooding into his companion in utter silence.
They remained this way until the brink of sleep, then dragged themselves to bed, sinking happily into the sheets before sleep finally overcame them.
Several hours later Brigitte was awakened by a delectable sensation. What she assumed was a tongue was tracing abstract shapes on her back, trailing down and tenderly tickling her buttocks. Vincent massaged her head, his fingers tangled in her silky hair. Gently, he turned her over on her back so he could lick the front of her body. From her ears he went down her neck, then lingered over each breast before getting to her belly. He kissed her thighs, knees, calves, and feet with light, almost furtive kisses. Brigitte lay still, fully savoring these superb caresses. When Vincent spread her legs and slid his tongue inside her, she gave a nervous little jump before giving into the pleasure.
His patience was the complete opposite of their first lovemaking hours earlier. He nibbled her gently, happy to hear her sighing beneath his mouth. With a tender gesture he spread the engorged lips of her sex so he could get to that most vulnerable place in her body. He darted his pointed tongue inside, teasing Brigitteâs slightly bruised and swollen flesh. She swam in a sea of pleasure, body and spirit floating. Her body came alive with what felt like thousands of tiny sparks; she felt herself vibrate. Fingers came to replace the manâs tongue, pushing deeply into her, making her moan with pain and pleasure. Then the skillful tongue began its caresses again, while the hand plunged deeply inside her, bruising her flesh even more. The hand felt Brigitteâs sex trembling on the verge of violent pleasure. Vincent slid on top of her, then inside her, plunging with ease into her wet pussy, prolonging the precise and regular gliding movement that rubbed at the open lips, bringing forth new moans.
Brigitte felt herself melting like an ice cube in the sun. Her lover filled her. He slid into her slowly and deeply, letting his member slide to the inmost depths of her body. It was if the hard and pulsing organ was truly a part of herself.
Their breathing became more and more uneven, each adapting to the otherâs rhythm in a dance of lust. Leaning against the head of the bed, Vincent made her sit on him, bringing her breasts to his open lips. She floated on top of him, obeying only the arms of this man beneath her hips who dictated their rhythm with the full length of his member. Looking Brigitte deep in the eyes, Vincent pressed his probing hand between his companionâs thighs, seizing the sex that begged to come again. At a
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