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Since the afternoon the weather was strange. We tried to break the ice after the serious discussion, but everything was interspersed with uncomfortable silences. Until then, everything was going well. We had been planning this vacation for months and the time seemed the least appropriate for arguments and misunderstandings.
After dinner, we went to the hotel. We entered the room quietly, with few words, gestures and looks that we knew what they meant. It was very cold and, trying to make the atmosphere more cozy to calm her down, I went to light the fireplace. I tried to start a conversation, she gave a forced smile, but she had a sad expression and slowly began to cry softly. I tried to touch her, but she waved me away. As I had known her for a long time, I decided to leave the room and leave her alone for a while.
I went to the front of the hotel and looked at the beautiful, freezing Canelas night. I couldn't believe I was wasting the night there, alone, while she cried in the room, also alone. Calmer, I decided to go talk to her and resolve everything.
When trying to enter the room, the door was locked. I knocked, and she didn't answer. I sat in front of the door, thinking about what to do – I didn't expect to have to sleep on the sofa in the hotel lobby. Minutes later, I heard her footsteps coming towards the door. She opened it. She gave a beautiful smile, she didn't seem so sad anymore and, without even giving me time to think about anything, she pulled me into the room. Beautiful. She was wearing a short black dress that I had given her, which left her thick thighs exposed. Her hair was loose, a little reddish from the firelight, and a face I knew well. In the background, a song like that that makes you think of a lot of sex.
He threw me on the sofa and kissed my mouth as if he was sucking me. Just from the kiss I felt that I was already completely wet. I tried to touch her, but she wouldn't let me, which turned me on even more. She continued kissing me, running her tongue into my mouth, putting my hands behind me. Delivered, I entered the game. The night was hers.
He started dancing to the music. The urge to rip off her dress and suck her whole, right there, was killing me. I had never seen her so beautiful and so mine. She danced, staring at me, and I felt myself throbbing with lust. She continued kissing me in a maddening way, always pulling away when I tried to touch her.
She took off part of her dress and placed my hands over her firm breasts. Only then could I touch it. I took off the rest of her clothes while kissing her and, when I thought nothing could get better, I realized that she was wearing a garter belt, stockings, a corset and delicate, tiny panties. I watched her for a few moments, until she called me with her gaze.
Already completely crazy, I took off her panties, leaving everything else on, and pulled her closer to me. And then finally she let me do what I wanted.
She sat on me and made my finger feel how wet she was. Her short nails scratched my shoulders, while my fingers entered firmly into her sex, which she squeezed just to tease me. Her hips moved back and forth, while I bit her chest, her neck and her breasts. She asked for more, but before offering what she wanted, I laid her on the floor in front of the fireplace.
I opened her legs, and I could see all her excitement. I undressed in a hurry, while she looked at me, thirsty. I knelt in front of her, she placed her feet on my shoulders. I touched her slowly, without holding back a sigh of pleasure as I felt her soaking wet. I penetrated her firmly, first one, then two, three fingers, as I knew she liked, while, with the palm of my hand, I pressed her clitoris.
The firewood crackled, and the firelight burned his face. She pulled me to her, kissing me, while she rolled on my fingers and rubbed herself against my hand. Her mouth half-open with pleasure, the smell of her sex, her black corset, the texture of her stockings, her moans, her bites.
I started to feel her vagina contracting, and I knew I was close to cumming. I accelerated the pace and increased the pressure with which I penetrated her. She pulled me close, with her hands and legs. Just before I came, between moans, I could hear:
- I love you…
Her nails pressed into my back. She hugged me, and let out a scream. Wonderful. My.
We spent the whole night like this. If someone saw us having sex, they would certainly think we were two sex-starved strangers. You would never imagine how much love was contained in each bite, in each twerk. We made peace, after a whole morning of love.
