Our dance kept going, all heat and rhythm, the music swelling around us like a heartbeat. I leaned in, smooching her neck—wet, slow kisses along the curve where her pulse thumped, tasting the faint salt of her sweat.
My hands road over her body, feeling my palm on her stomach then to groping her boobs, squeezing them soft and full, while my fingers of the other hand slipped between her legs, teasing her pussy with light, quick strokes.
"Ahh.." she moaned as she sway her hips, grinding my dick with her ass.
She matched , her lips brushing my chest, smooching the skin there, her hands trailing down to my dick, grazing it with her nails, sending sparks up my spine.
"Arghh..yeah.." I groaned, feeling her fingers on my dick.
The red lights pulsed over us, dim and heavy, and we lost ourselves in it—two bodies moving together, heat climbing with every beat and every sexy move of ours.
The wife of one of the richest man of this country was dancing naked with . I was groping her boobs and fucking her as I wanted and she was enjoying it all with .
We swayed across the room, caught up in the flow, until we got close to a low velvet couch tucked against the wall. She gave a playful shove, tripping back, and I landed with a soft thud, sprawled out on the cushions.
"Ahh..." we both gasped at the sa ti, a shared jolt as she climbed over , straddling my hips.
"Gotcha," she teased, grinning down at , her voice breathy as she settled in.
She glided her ass over my dick, slow and deliberate, rubbing her wet pussy against my hardness. I hardened fast under her, the slick heat of her driving crazy.
She tossed her head back, hands sliding into her blonde hair, pushing it behind her ears as she moved to the music, hips rolling like she was putting on a show just for .
The lody climbed higher, bold and sultry, matching the way she swayed.
My eyes fluttered shut, the sensation hitting hard, and I looked at her sexy figure in front of . Those boobs and her open naked ass grinding my dick.
"Ahh baby.." I moaned and reached up, groping her boobs again, my thumbs brushing her nipples as they stiffened under my touch.
"Ahhh... Ezra... this is heaven..." she said, looking down at , her voice low and ragged, her hips still grinding on my dick, relentless and smooth.
"It sure is, Mam," I said back, my voice rough, a grin tugging at my lips. I opened my eyes just enough to catch her—hair wild, face flushed, boobs bouncing a little with every move.
"You're making it damn hard to keep up," I added, my hands sliding to her waist, gripping her tight as she rocked.
"Good," she shot back, smirking as she leaned down, her lips hovering over mine. "I don't want you to." Her breath was hot against my face, and she kept moving, her wet heat sliding over , the couch creaking under us as the music pulsed louder, pulling us deeper into the night.
After grinding on long enough to feel my hardness pressing back, Mrs. Elora leaned in, her lips finding mine again in a slow, hungry kiss.
The music thumped around us, bold and romantic, the red lights casting a soft sheen over her bare skin. Her hands slid down between us, fingers brushing my stomach before wrapping around my hardened cock.
"Arghh.." I moaned as her soft touch took over.
She stroked it gentle but firm, her grip warm and teasing, her eyes locking onto mine, blue and burning.
"Ahh... Ezra... I crave a dick like this all the ti..." she said, her voice low and sultry, spilling the words right into my mouth as we kissed, her breath hot against my lips.
I moaned back, the sound slipping out rough. "It's all yours, Mam... use it however you want... ahh..." My hands flexed on the couch, the velvet cool under my palms, as she kept stroking, her touch lighting up.
She giggled, a soft, playful sound, and shifted, spreading her legs wider over . Her thighs brushed mine as she lined up over my dick, then sank down slow, guiding my cock inside her.
"Ahhh..." she moaned loud, her head tipping back as I slid deep, her pussy taking all the way in.
Her walls gripped tight, warm and slick, a heat that pulsed around like it was alive. She paused for a second, just sitting there, feeling stretch her walls, her breath hitching.
"Ahh..this feeling inside of .." She murmured, her voice shaky as she started moving, lifting her hips up and sliding back down, slow at first, savoring it.
Her hands pressed into my chest, nails digging in a little as she leaned forward, picking up the pace, fucking herself on . Her hips rolled smooth, finding a rhythm that made the couch creak under us.
"Arghh..." I groaned, my hands shooting to her ass, grabbing it hard, guiding her as she moved.
The soft flesh filled my palms, jiggling with every bounce, and I squeezed, helping her ride deeper. I watched her face twist with pleasure.
"Ahhh... yeahhh..." she moaned, her blonde hair falling forward, strands sticking to her sweaty cheeks.
Her boobs pressed against my chest, soft and warm, bouncing with every thrust. She pulled back a little, sitting up straighter, shaking her hips side to side now, teasing with the motion.
I reached up, groping her boobs again, my thumbs flicking her nipples as they hardened under my touch. She grabbed my hands, pressing them tighter to her chest, holding there.
"Ahh... Ezra... fuck ...ahhh..." she said, her voice turning lustful, shaky and desperate, her eyes half-lidded as she stared down at . Her hips kept moving, faster now, chasing that edge again, her pussy clenching around my dick.
"Arghh..I will, Mam," I groaned, feeling her insides squeeze , hot and wet. "I'll fuck you for the rest of the night... ahhh..." My hands slid back to her ass, pulling her down harder, matching her rhythm as the heat built between us, the music swelling to match the frantic beat of our bodies.
"You better," she gasped, a wild grin breaking through her moans, her nails raking my chest as she rode harder, lost in it.
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