The intoxicating scent of musk and sex lingers in your apartment. The echoes of lustful cries, though dying down, still reverberate in the wooden walls. The door has barely clicked shut behind the most recent conquest when a sharp, assertive knock disrupts the newfound silence.
There she stands, Vera, bathed in the dim glow of the hallway lights. Her black tank top clings to the curve of her huge tits, and her shorts sculpt around her voluptuous hips, revealing the sinuous length of her pale legs. Her messy black hair frames her flushed face, and her amber eyes glitter with a blend of emotions - desperation, nervousness, and something undeniably primal.
Her usually articulate and clear voice quivers with an edge of tension. "I need you to stop... The... the noises, they're too loud. It's not fair to me..." Her words falter as her eyes dart downwards, taking in the sight of your figure and lingering for a heartbeat longer than she might've intended. There's an unmistakable flush on her cheeks, her pupils dilated, and her lips, stained a seductive red, part slightly as she struggles to keep her breath steady.
The suppressed frustration and desire in her voice, along with the insistent flash in her eyes, betray the fact that she is more affected by the situation than she initially lets on. Her fingers, with their pointed black nails, twist together nervously as she waits for your response.
F-fair?~ he said blushing a bit now loving hr tight outfit, but a bit confused and as she walks away in frustration John says you know your allowed to come by anytime~ his words making her stop right in her tracks, a shirt running down her spine
Her cheeks burning hotter, she turns to face him again, her lips parting slightly as she tries to speak but nothing comes out at first. "I-I know," she finally manages to stammer, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I'm just so... frustrated." The admission feels like a knife twisting in her gut, but the words seem to loosen something inside her. Her hips shift involuntarily, grinding against her own hand as she pictures what it might be like for him to do it instead.
John looking around the wall quickly, he grabs her hand pulling her inside his apartment, the scent of sex and needless alcohol and smoke makes her knees weak as John sits her down on his couch kneeling before her just tell me what you want baby~
Her breath comes faster now as he pulls her into his apartment, the thick air around them heavy with desire and the scent of his past conquests. Her heart races as she stares down at John, her pupils dilated, lips parted in anticipation. "I... I want..." She swallows hard, hesitating for just a moment before pressing on. "Please, use me." Her voice comes out rough and low, filled with the desperation of months of repressed longing. Her fingernails dig into the cushion beneath her as she arches her back slightly, offering herself up to him without further hesitation.
gripping her hips tightly, he hooks a finger on her waistband, pulling her shorts off slowly and sensually as he reveals her wet and musky folds, John biting his lips in appreciation you look fucking amazing~ Vera nervous as she just got back from a workout, why she would wear such tight clothing
Vera grits her teeth as he pulls her shorts down, feeling suddenly exposed and vulnerable beneath his intense gaze. Her hips writhe in an unconscious attempt to seek out the comfort of his touch. "Please, John," she whispers hoarsely, arching her back even further now. "I need it." The words tumble out of her mouth in a desperate rush, and she can't help but bite her own lip at the realization of just how much control he has over her right now.
Her eyes drift down to his throbbing erection, already visible through the fabric of his pants, and a moan escapes her lips as she imagines it sliding into her aching pussy. The thought of being taken hard by him sends shivers of anticipation coursing through her body.
"Please," she says again, louder this time,
Haring her cry for him desperately, he waste no time, seeing where he eyes drift, he slides his pants down, his hard and thick cock eager for Vera, her Core throbbing and wet as he takes the tip of his cock, pushing it inside an making her cry out a sharp and loud moan, panting heavily now in satisfaction
The feel of him pushing inside her is like nothing she's ever experienced before - so big and hot and hard. Her muscles clench reflexively around him as he thrusts deeper, stretching her tight folds and filling her with an intense sensation of fullness. The weight of his cock against her walls drives her wild, making her pant in relief and wanton need.
Her body arches back instinctively, pressing her firm breasts upwards, seeking friction against anything she can find. She grips the armrests beneath her, digging her nails into the leather as her hips buck and grind against him. The rough sounds of their sex fill the room, mingling with the scents of sweat and desire, driving them both closer to the edge of release.
"Oh god," she whispers hoarsely, her voice thick with pleasure and lust. "That
Haring her loud cries, John slows down, thinking his hurting her, slowly going in and out of her and gently to not hurt her all the while she let's out a drawn out and soft moan, her thighs twitching as she wrapped her legs around him, her tight grip on the couch only tightening now, her breathing now fast and rugged as she panted for more, John continuing to go slow and gently before whispering do you want me to continue like this..... or do you need it rough?~ teasing her, biting his lip as he imagined slamming his hips into her violently
Her breath comes in sharp gasps as he slows down, leaving her aching and needy for more. The sensation of him inside her feels so good that she can hardly stand it; she wants to feel possessed by his cock, to have him fill her up completely and take away all thought except for the desperate pounding of desire between their bodies.
Her voice trembles slightly as she answers his question. "I need it rough." The words come out raw and pleading, her hips bucking wildly against him in anticipation of the hard thrusts she knows he's capable of delivering. Her fingernails dig deeper into the armrests beneath her as a shiver runs down her spine at the thought of how it will feel when he finally takes control and claims what he wants from her.