It was still a working day, so Andreas had to ask first. If Vlora objected, there was nothing he could do but wait patiently for the weekend. That is, if Vlora didn’t have any extra work.
Fortunately, Andreas did not have to wait that long, because a moment later Vlora grabbed the edge of the shirt she was wearing. Vlora didn’t answer, but she pulled the shirt off. Now Andreas was shirtless.
Tired, indeed. She wanted to rest right away, of course. Actually, Vlora had planned to go to bed early that night. She wanted to rest earlier. But she couldn’t resist her heart’s desire. It didn’t seem to be a bad idea to enjoy a moment of shared sweat and passion. She would become more tired, and usually that made sleep deeper.
So that was what Vlora did next. She planted small kisses along Andreas’ shoulders and broad chest. Of course, she did not forget to caress some places she remembered very well.
Andreas liked the fleeting touch of his nipple. He also liked the warmth and moisture that Vlora’s kisses left behind. In addition, Vlora’s breath caressing his neck was equally arousing.
In essence, everything Vlora did and offered was a temptation to Andreas. So it was only natural that a moment later Andreas responded to the seduction he was receiving.
Andreas’ hands began to roam. He caressed Vlora’s thighs, then eagerly squeezed them until he felt an irresistible pressure.
Just as Vlora had done earlier, it was now Andreas’ turn to remove his nightgown. He sat on Andreas’ lap almost naked, only his underwear protected his private parts.
Andreas’ eyes darkened. He saw Vlora’s two breasts exposed in front of him and immediately seized the temptation with an open mouth.
Andreas took Vlora’s erect nipples into his mouth. Warm wetness greeted him and a moment later Vlora sighed.
Vlora’s face lifted. Her eyes closed. She enjoyed Andreas’ suction with pleasure.
While his mouth was busy devouring, Andreas’ hands were not idle. His large fingers moved in rhythmic strokes, interspersed with small pinches that increased Vlora’s arousal.
Restlessness crept in. Vlora’s body began to move unconsciously. The passion began to tickle, causing her to move her legs closer together. She tried to contain the escalating throbbing, but Andreas only fueled it.
Andreas moved away from Vlora’s breasts, then explored the intimate folds of Vlora’s body. It felt wet and warm, and the sensation made him growl with desire. He held Vlora’s back and channeled his passion into a deep kiss.
Vlora greeted Andreas. She cupped Andreas’ jaw with both hands and stuck her tongue into Andreas’ mouth. She moaned femininely, enjoying Andreas’ kisses that never failed to ignite her desires.
Andreas savored Vlora’s tongue with all his soul. He tasted and sucked all the flavors while his fingers searched for the hidden path underneath. He found the edge of Vlora’s underwear and slipped inside.
The kiss broke when Vlora couldn’t hold back her moans. Andreas grinned and had no qualms about replacing their heated kiss with something equally pleasurable.
Andreas liked to inhale the scent of the flowers placed along Vlora’s neck. His nose played around and his tongue didn’t forget to lick. As a finale, he didn’t forget to nibble on Vlora’s ear.
The temptations of Andreas’ mouth made Vlora dizzy. But it was nothing compared to Andreas’ finger play that greeted her clitoris.
Vlora jerked. Both hands gripped Andreas’ shoulders and her eyes widened with a pitiful expression. She was nervous, and Andreas only intensified his teasing.
Vlora’s heart raced. Her breathing became erratic. But really, she was enjoying Andreas’ game.
So it was no wonder that Vlora opened her legs wide. She was silently inviting Andreas to continue teasing her femininity. Please do whatever Andreas wanted and she would enjoy it.
Andreas closed his eyes. He savored the sensations of moisture, warmth and resilience in Vlora’s femininity. His fingers moved and he felt the muscles in Vlora’s femininity react.
Vlora began to cling to Andreas as she felt herself wobbling. Andreas’ fingers moved in and out of her femininity in a steady motion. Andreas continued to spoil her until her breathing became more difficult.
Vlora’s moans signaled Andreas. He quickened the pace of his finger play as his embrace tightened around Vlora’s body.
Dizziness hit Vlora. In her eyes, the world was no longer static. Everything seemed to sway, to make her float.
Continuously. Vlora continued to float until she felt that she was no longer touching the ground. She continued to float in the clouds of pleasure that Andreas had created.
It was like being caught in a bubble. Without air, there was only a wave inside. Everything she inhaled carried aphrodisiac pheromones. She was hot, and Andreas was the oil that made her burn.
The flames intensified. The blaze of passion licked over Vlora’s entire body, leaving her hot and drenched in sweat. Her breathing became harder, then the heat caused her to swell until she finally exploded into shapeless fragments.
Vlora’s moans turned into muffled cries. She pulled Andreas to her and hugged him tightly. Her body shook and Andreas thought for a moment that she might break her own bones.
“Vlo.”
Andreas was also affected by the pleasure that washed over Vlora. He stopped the movement of his fingers, then withdrew them bit by bit.
Andreas’ fingers emerged from Vlora’s femininity, glistening with wetness. Andreas enjoyed the sweet release that flooded his fingers while Vlora slowly began to open her eyes, successfully calming herself.
Their eyes met. Andreas grinned while Vlora still seemed dazed. Andreas took advantage of the pause to plant a series of kisses on Vlora’s chest.
Andreas’ kisses continued to radiate everywhere. Like a sweet dessert, he delivered vibrations that made Vlora remember the pleasure she had just experienced. He didn’t forget to suck on Vlora’s skin with a mischievous intention-he wanted to see that red mark tomorrow morning.
Andreas ended his worship with a bold decision. He grabbed Vlora’s neck and kissed her passionately.
Andreas’ kiss brought Vlora back to reality. She sighed and her trembling echoed in Andreas’ mouth. He let Andreas suck on her tongue, devour it and then taste it.
Both were breathless. It was as if they were riding the waves to catch each other’s breath. Then Vlora stood up.
Andreas’ gaze became sharp. His eyes betrayed desire as Vlora took off her underwear with a sensual movement and then stood shamelessly in front of him.
Andreas’ Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. His face showed an already overwhelming desire that was no longer controllable. So he quickly took off the rest of his clothes.
Vlora approached Andreas, who was already prepared on the couch. She sat down, leaned on the arm of the chair, which formed a 45 degree angle, and then raised her hands to greet Vlora.
The greeting was accepted. Vlora lifted one leg as she reached for Andreas’ masculinity. She briefly stroked the head of Andreas’ masculinity against her femininity.
Andreas watched with bated breath. He held Vlora’s waist and his gaze became longing as Vlora prolonged the moment.
“Vlora.”
Andreas’ hoarse voice made Vlora smile meaningfully. She teased Andreas with a sensual look that almost made Andreas unable to hold back any longer.
Andreas was in emergency mode. He would pull Vlora and bury his masculinity as deep as possible in Vlora’s femininity, then he would thrust mercilessly. He would make Vlora scream, and…
“Argh!”
Andreas closed his eyes. He growled, and veins popped out of his forehead. For a moment he lay still with a stinging sensation in his shoulders. Vlora squeezed his shoulders and her sharp, red-painted nails dug in.
Oddly enough, Andreas grinned broadly. He realized that the pain of the nails was nothing compared to the sensation when his masculinity was truly immersed in Vlora’s femininity. The feeling was indescribable and he prepared himself for the long journey ahead.
Vlora took a deep breath. A feeling of fullness and precision enveloped her. She was captivated by the feeling of their union, and strangely enough, it happened every time they were together, never changing.
Vlora looked at Andreas with complete openness about her feelings. She might not be able to express it in words, but Andreas surely understood and knew.
Andreas couldn’t say anything either. He could feel what Vlora was telling him through the rays of her eyes. He was stunned, and various emotions surged in his chest. He stroked Vlora’s hair behind her ear and then gently caressed her thigh. Then they kissed each other.
The kisses accompanied Vlora’s first movements. Her hips moved slowly and rhythmically, as if deliberately seductive. She took Andreas’ masculinity in and out, repeating the motion.
The kiss broke as Vlora’s movements accelerated. It was as if she was racing against time and didn’t need much time to be ignited by desire.
Vlora’s grip on Andreas’ shoulders tightened. Her eyes closed and she continued to move until not only she but also Andreas was rocked.
Andreas clenched his jaw. He felt that every second that passed made him want more. So he enjoyed Vlora’s breasts while his masculinity continued to be squeezed.
Oh, Andreas felt intoxicated. It seemed as if he had never been so lulled before. Vlora really made him speechless and the only thing he could say was,
“Argh!”
Andreas pulled at Vlora’s waist. He thrust his masculinity so that Vlora gasped. It was repeated several times and Vlora became helpless. Vlora was overpowered and finally exploded.
Several colorful sparks blinded Vlora. Her head fell limply on Andreas’ shoulder, and control of the game changed hands.
Andreas ignored Vlora, who was overcome by the ecstasy of her orgasm. He continued to lead, letting Vlora’s pleasure lull him in. Warm, wet and tight, he hit him shortly afterwards.
The last thrust pushed Vlora to the limit. Andreas plunged as deep as he could, causing him to close his eyes. He bit his lower lip to keep from grinning. He held out, and then Andreas followed in blissful climax.
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