“Wow!”
Andreas jerked and gasped. But Vlora didn’t pause.
This time the mouth was wide open. Vlora gave no warning as she devoured Andreas’ masculinity.
Andreas growled and lifted his head. He closed his eyes, savoring the sensation of Vlora’s lips massaging his masculinity.
A quick glance revealed that Andreas seemed to enjoy the oral play she was providing. Her pride and confidence grew and she became bolder.
Vlora’s mouth moved with a regular intensity. Full of tenderness and unbelievably adoring, she delivered touch after touch that made Andreas moan again and again.
Andreas enjoyed it even more. Both hands landed on Vlora’s head, helping his wife to create the rhythm he liked.
“Oh, my goodness, Vlo.”
Groans became murmurs. It seemed that Vlora really knew how to mesmerize Andreas, especially when her tongue joined in the teasing-oh, he immediately prayed to hold his breath until the game was over.
Unfortunately, Vlora knew exactly how to thwart Andreas’ prayers. She simply released Andreas’ masculinity and moved to his two testicles. She licked them warmly and wetly, sending shivers through Andreas, who then growled.
“Vlora.”
Andreas stammered. His breathing became even more erratic, and at that moment he wondered if the unanswered prayer was a bad thing or the opposite. Only God knew how he, who was increasingly exhausted, wanted to feel more.
Fortunately or not, it turned out that Vlora granted Andreas’ unspoken wish. She worshipped Andreas’s masculinity without missing a beat, continuously and relentlessly. She ignited the passion, causing Andreas’ hands to pace his head even faster.
Vlora couldn’t do anything anymore. Andreas had taken over the game and made her close her eyes.
Andreas’ passion flared up. He ruffled Vlora’s hair and pressed even harder. His masculinity penetrated as deeply as possible and Vlora almost choked.
Vlora gasped. Just when she thought she would run out of breath, Andreas withdrew his masculinity.
Her chest rose and fell violently. Andreas looked at Vlora, then took a deep breath, trying to calm himself in those few seconds.
Andreas stroked Vlora’s head. He tidied up Vlora’s messy hair as if it were a responsibility he had to fulfill. He didn’t forget to compensate with a fleeting, sweet little kiss, then laid Vlora down again.
The heart pounded. Vlora watched every move Andreas made next, starting with a long stroke on her slender thighs.
Vlora waited, and when their eyes met, she felt a change in the air. The temperature rose, but it wasn’t just lust, passion or the desire to make love. Something fluttered in her chest, a feeling of restlessness and peace at the same time. And when Andreas began to touch her, everything felt so perfect.
Forehead met forehead. Vlora welcomed it as Andreas pressed down. They merged, and for a moment both fell silent to savor all the sensations.
Soft and deeply touching. Every cell in Vlora’s body seemed to scream with joy as Andreas began to move inside her.
Slowly. Gradually. Piece by piece.
Vlora closed her eyes. She drifted away in the opening touches Andreas gave her. As usual, she knew that Andreas would never be in a hurry. Andreas would always take his time.
At least these few seconds were precious for Vlora to adapt. She could take a deep breath for a moment, and then a kiss landed on her lips.
Oh my goodness. Only Andreas could excite Vlora with a kiss that wasn’t much. Just a fleeting touch, but her soul floated as if to heaven.
It took a push from Andreas’ masculinity to bring Vlora back to earth. Andreas entered her again, this time a little faster than before.
Andreas began to move. He grabbed Vlora’s waist and got a similar reaction. Vlora’s hands went up and hung around his neck.
Andreas and Vlora embraced. They eliminated any distance between them, no matter how small. Their skin clung to each other as if inseparable.
Their eyes opened and locked. Andreas and Vlora didn’t need words to communicate. They understood each other’s desires and hopes without a spoken word, for the only sounds they heard were sighs and moans.
They took turns responding to each other. Various sensual sounds echoed in harmony, accompanying the enchanting movements that continued to captivate Andreas and Vlora.
They swayed as if cradling each other. When Andreas pushed, Vlora accepted with all her heart. They were so harmonious, as if nature had destined them to complement each other.
Vlora’s waist moved. Her whole body swayed rhythmically. She followed the waves of love that Andreas created, and rolling waves approached them.
Passion and excitement enveloped them even more. They trapped Andreas and Vlora in a vision and the stickiness of love-scented sweat that became more and more intense. Every drop that seeped into their pores emitted pheromones that intensified the desire.
No more tenderness. No more swaying rhythm. Slow rhythmic movements subtly transformed into an unstoppable urgency. Blood and lust boiled, both demanding.
The embrace tightened. Vlora pulled Andreas closer and vice versa. Both held their positions as desire took over.
Hands moved. For a moment, Andreas traced the slender curve of Vlora’s waist before reaching for one of her legs. He lifted Vlora’s leg, embraced her waist and then thrust.
Vlora’s scream caught in her throat. She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip as hard as she could.
Oh, my goodness. Vlora thought she had adjusted enough, but Andreas managed to surprise her. So, she took a deep breath and when she opened her eyes, Andreas’ look made her swallow.
Andreas’ handsome face became wild. In increasingly reckless movements, he pushed and shoved Vlora with all his might.
Vlora was motionless and could only surrender. She stayed still, sighing constantly as she embraced Andreas.
“R-Reas.”
Andreas growled. He squeezed Vlora until her moans turned into intermittent whimpers. No more sensual sounds, but the desperate moans suggested a wordless plea.
Vlora whimpered. She tried to hold out as long as she could in the midst of breaths that were often ragged. Unfortunately, it was an impossible task.
Andreas’ pressure shattered Vlora’s last prayer. With a precise push to her sensitive point, she felt an explosion that shattered her soul and body.
Vlora broke. She disintegrated into shapeless fragments. Floating, she reached out for Andreas.
A faint smile. An expression full of shades that implied joy. Andreas was enchanted for a few seconds before he realized that Vlora had successfully trapped him.
Andreas was fascinated. He was captivated by the natural beauty of Vlora. Admiring and amazed, he realized it at a very late moment.
Vlora’s joy enveloped Andreas. She made sweet promises that he could not ignore. Finally, surrendering, he followed his heart to complete the entire erotic journey that night.
Andreas clenched his jaw. He accepted Vlora’s outstretched hand, then pressed without pause.
They held each other. They never let go. They stayed together until Andreas released all the evidence of his pleasure.
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