The bed shook violently beneath us as I gripped Lara’s ass hard with both hands, fingers digging deep into her soft flesh. My hips slamd forward one final ti.
"Arghh fuck!" I groaned loudly, my voice rough and broken. My dick throbbed hard inside her as I ca, releasing thick, hot spurts of sen deep into her pussy.
"Ahhhhh!! Ahheahhh..." Lara’s voice cracked into a high, desperate cry. Her orgasm hit her at the sa mont — her whole body tensed, back arching sharply as her pussy clenched and pulsed around my cock. A fresh rush of her warm juices gushed out, soaking my dick and dripping down between us.
"Ahh yeahhh..." I groaned, collapsing forward and laying my full weight on her back. My dick stayed buried deep inside her, still twitching as the last drops spilled out.
I kissed the back of her shoulder and neck, breathing hot and heavy against her sweaty skin.
Her body kept shivering and jerking underneath in little aftershocks, legs trembling, pussy fluttering around my softening cock.
"Heheh... that was intense as fuck," she said with a tired, breathless giggle. She lay flat on her stomach, cheek pressed to the pillow, a satisfied smile on her face.
"It surely was..." I agreed, still catching my breath. I kissed her shoulder once more before slowly pulling out of her with a wet sound.
Lara rolled onto her side to face , still laughing softly.
"My husband is surely magical, right?" she said, eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Yeah, it’s his call only that made things heated up," I replied, laughing along with her. I grabbed her waist and gently reversed her position so she was facing on her back again.
"Hehehe..." She giggled and imdiately wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling down closer.
I settled between her legs in missionary, my hands sliding up to cup her big, soft tits. I kneaded them gently, thumbs brushing over her still-hard nipples as we gazed into each other’s eyes — tired, satisfied, and still hungry.
"I should call him every ti I fuck another man," she said with a curvy, teasing smile. "It makes things so intense..."
She leaned up and locked her lips with mine. We kissed slowly — soft, deep, lazy kisses full of the afterglow. Our tongues slid together gently, lips smooching and tasting each other while my hands continued to caress her breasts.
We stayed like that for a long ti — bodies pressed close, mouths moving slowly, hearts still beating fast from everything we’d done.
No rush to move. No rush to speak. Just the warm, quiet pleasure of being tangled together in the ssy sheets.
The room had grown comfortably warm, the air thick with the scent of sweat, skin, and sex. Soft white lights still glowed dimly along the walls, casting a gentle haze over the ssy bed. Lara lay completely naked on top of , her warm, soft body pressed flush against mine. Her big breasts were squished comfortably on my chest, rising and falling with each relaxed breath. One of her legs was draped over my thigh, her smooth skin brushing against mine. Her hair tickled my shoulder, and I could feel the faint heat still radiating from between her legs.
"So what now, sweetheart?" she asked softly, her voice lazy and content. She lifted her head just enough to look at , her dark eyes sparkling with curiosity. "We are done with our passionate ti, right?"
I smiled and leaned in, kissing her lips gently — slow and tender, tasting the faint salt of sweat on her mouth.
"Well, you can either go back to your husband or just sleep," I said quietly, my hand stroking slowly up and down her bare back. "Your choice, cutie."
"Ummmm..." She tilted her head back and stared at the ceiling for a mont, clearly thinking. Her fingers traced lazy patterns on my chest, occasionally brushing over my nipple.
"Think... think... we have the entire night anyways," I added with a small smile, exhaling as I continued running my palm along the curve of her spine.
A few seconds later, her face lit up with a playful, teasing smile.
"Yes! I have decided..." she announced, her voice suddenly bright and mischievous.
"Ohho, what is it then? You staying or leaving?" I asked, raising an eyebrow curiously as I looked at her.
"I’ll stay..." she said, turning her body smoothly and climbing on top of . She straddled my waist, knees planted on either side of my hips. Her big, soft tits pressed warmly against my chest, and my dick rested right underneath her pussy, feeling the slick heat radiating from her.
"I see..." I murmured, wrapping my arms around her back and pulling her even closer.
"I’ll stay close like this," she whispered, slowly rubbing her wet pussy along the length of my dick. The slick, warm slide made twitch beneath her. "Then you’ll get hard again... and then you’ll fuck . We can spend the entire night like this..."
"Hehe... you surely are sothing," I chuckled, my hands sliding down to cup her ass, giving it a gentle squeeze.
In my mind, I couldn’t help thinking — she really was a sexaholic. Even after cumming multiple tis, she still wasn’t satisfied. She wanted more. She wanted to keep going all night.
Lara giggled softly and leaned down, pressing her forehead against mine. Her hips continued their slow, teasing grind, rubbing her wetness all over my growing dick.
"You don’t mind, do you?" she asked sweetly, her breath warm against my lips.
I slid my hands up her back and pulled her down into a deep kiss.
"Not at all," I whispered against her mouth. "Stay as long as you want."
She smiled happily, eyes half-closed in contentnt, and rested her head back on my chest. Her body relaxed against mine, but her hips kept moving in those slow, lazy circles — keeping hard and ready underneath her.
We stayed like that for a while — bodies tangled, breathing slow and steady, the quiet of the room wrapping around us like a blanket. Her fingers continued tracing patterns on my skin while my hands gently caressed her back and ass.
The night was still young, and neither of us seed eager to end it.
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