The thin moonlight filtered through the gauze curtains, and the thick night colour intertwined and entwined with the ambiguous atmosphere, reflecting the overlapping figures on the bed.
"Feeling it so soon? "
"What a slut."
Michael's low voice rumbled in her ear, his warm breath spraying Nancy's sensitive ear, and Nancy flinched in shame.
Michael's hand rubbed from Nancy's collarbone to Nancy's chest, teasing the soft two puffy breasts, Nancy couldn't help but let out a tiny wooing sound, and tiny moaning and panting noises were taken into Michael's ears.
Michael asked in a mute voice, "Don't you like it ... especially here ..."
Saying that, his fingers even wandered up to the fragile tips of the breasts, the rough fingertips rubbing and drawing circles on Nancy's sensitive nipples.
Feeling the stimulation of Nancy's arms seem to be powerless to push and shove Michael, tears brimming on the face hanging scarlet looking at Michael on the body, Nancy trembling open mouth: "Don't ... don't get it again, I don't want to.... . it's so weird!"
Michael: "Who told you to push me away?"
Nancy: "Mmm... it tickles..."
Michael's tone just seemed to carry an air of non-refusal as he stared condescendingly at the flushed Nancy beneath him.
"I'll give it to you ... you'll want it...good slut ..."
As he spoke, Michael's hand slid down her delicate soft skin inch by inch ... until it reached the edge of Nancy's panties ...
He gently hooked the elastic band with his fingers, then continued to stroke downwards, the front palm of his hand rested on the hidden part between Nancy's legs, and Nancy the slut even had water stains coming through through her panties.
Michael laughed and poked his fingers through the panties, but the sound of water could be heard, the hot liquid for the finger to reduce a lot of resistance, when the finger friction to a little bump, Nancy suddenly exclaimed, pushed Michael's arm and shook his head.
But Michael didn't seem to hear her pleas for mercy, and continued to poke and scrape at the bulge with his finger.
Nancy couldn't quite put her finger on the strange sensation, all she could do was keep pushing and shoving Michael who was making a mess on her body.
"No... can't do it it's so weird... can't do it ahhhhh!" Nancy didn't really want strange noises to come out of her mouth either, but it was as if her body was out of her control and all of her energy was focused on Michael's hands.
Until the panties are basically completely wet, Michael is willing to stop, look up at Nancy, her pair of flowery white big tits are slightly trembling, teardrops overflowed out of the corners of the eyes, is biting his knuckles in death.
"Fuck!"
Michael looked at the lust filled Nancy finally couldn't help but burst out ...
But Michael didn't have the mercy to stop there, instead he pushed his fingers up the elastic and drilled into the panties, Nancy's pubic hair was even wet with a stream of nectar.
Michael could clearly feel Nancy shudder as his cool fingers touched the wet, warm pussy.
The wet and sticky nectar hung on the finger and lubricated it, but the finger didn't go any further, but instead stroked the clitoris, which had just been played with through the panties, and was now standing up between the two pussy lips.
When the coarse fingers ran over the clitoris, Nancy couldn't help but cry out in surprise, and the strange feeling of relief seemed to spread all over her body.
Every time the clitoris was rubbed, the limbs seemed to have electric current passing through them, or a feather gently ruffled, ruffling Nancy's body and even her heart seemed to be tickled.
"Baby, you have a lot of water here ah, so unteasing ah?"
Michael's flirty voice came.
"Not at all ... Mmmmmm!"
Nancy was about to retort, but Michael suddenly stepped forward and articulated Nancy's lips, his tongue forcefully opened Nancy's lips and teeth, as if sweeping through Nancy's mouth to wreak havoc.
The speed of Michael's hand was even increasing instead of decreasing. Michael even used two fingers to hold Nancy's erected honey bean and gently pulled it outwards, Nancy could not stand this kind of stimulation, and the honey juice directly poured outwards from her pussy in a stream.
At the same time, Michael's other hand wasn't idle either, his fingers twisting Nancy's equally sensitive nipples and rubbing them slowly.
"Give it to me! Give it to me!"
Nancy's whole body met up, clinging to Michael's body, twisting her waist in time with Michael's rhythm, her red lips overlaying next to the man's earlobes, blowing out next to the man's cheeks with a woman's unique aroma, drawing a few more arousal from a certain part of his body.
Two hot bodies tightly intertwined together ...
Michael couldn't stand it any longer, spreading Nancy's legs apart and getting up to press up, he gently found the right direction and pushed up to penetrate, and a warm sensation wrapped around Michael's lower body at once.
The man and the woman let out simultaneous moans of comfort.
"Pfft ..... Pfft .... Mmmm ... Mmmm..."
Michael's eyes with desire stared hard at the panting woman underneath him, slowly and rhythmically accelerating his body's rhythm, from slow to fast, alternating depths ....
Until feel a strand of warm liquid from Nancy's lower body gushing out, the two people's joints become sticky, wet, the expression on her face becomes more seductive, filled with lust, Michael's eyes only revealed a few points of insatiable.
In a short while, Nancy surrendered, her whole body convulsed, and then turned into a puddle of spring water into the soft bed.
But Michael had no intention of letting Nancy go, he picked her up and sat her on top of him.
A hard object penetrated her lower body, rubbing hard against the softest spot within her own body, and although the roughness was a little uncomfortable for a moment, the extreme enjoyment of it was tinged with a deadly addiction that left Nancy wanting more.
Nancy sat down on Michael's body with ease and began to wiggle her hips rocking forward and back.
Nancy's eyes were filled with lust, foggy and dense, and there was a pale red mole of tears under her eyes, made even more provocative and enticing by the perspiration.
Two extreme ketone body intertwined together, round and full nipples with the body's rhythm of up and down bumps, a quivering child, anyone who looks at all the blood, not to mention Nancy's Michael underneath.
Michael slid the knot in his throat and tried to hold down his restlessness, but instead he got up and took Nancy in his arms, his muscular arms binding Nancy's hands behind her back.
He sucked greedily on Nancy's pink nipples, enjoying the almost cloud-like softness.
The near-step into madness stimulated the man's nerves, and he looked at the woman in front of him with red eyes, increasing the intensity of the pounding beneath him.
It didn't take long for Nancy to give up and collapse into Michael's body with another convulsion.
Michael had long been wet between his legs, and the love juices ran down the two of them onto the sheets in a dense cloud, but Michael had no intention of letting go of Nancy, he got up and withdrew his lower body which was covered in Nancy's odour, patted Nancy's bottom, signalling it to pucker up, and pressed her against the side of the bed again.
"Don't ... Don't ..."
Nancy just felt her back aching and tried to escape, but without success, she was forced to start a new round of war with Michael ...
Only heard a night of panting coming from the room, until the sky rose to a fish-belly white, and the sound only faded ...
When Nancy opened her eyes again, she was alone in the bed.
The afterglow of heat still lingered beside her, and the sound of pattering water came from the bathroom.
Nancy rolled over and lunged over to Michael's position, once again feeling the scent of a man all to herself.
When the water stopped, Nancy imagined Michael getting out of the shower and rolling over again, pulling the covers up to cover her laughing eyes.
She wanted to wait for Michael to pull himself out from under the covers and warm up like he always did when Michael's mobile phone rang at the foot of the bed.
Nancy climbed up to check it, but there was only a string of mobile phone numbers with no remarks.
Nancy didn't have the habit of touching Michael's mobile phone, she sat on the side, waiting for Michael to come out of the bathroom to answer it himself, but the phone hung up after a few rings.
The bathroom door opened, and dense hot air drifted out from inside.
Michael stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in his bathrobe, a pair of long, strong legs were the first to catch his eye, looking from the bottom upwards, but his most intimate parts were blocked by the bathrobe.
The proportions of his body were so good, wrist line over the crotch, broad shoulders and narrow waist, a typical model's body, coupled with the handsome face that was comparable to modelling, just letting people look at it, they could not move their eyes.
Nancy could only associate the glimpse of spring behind the towel with the soreness of her lower body, but just thinking about it alone made a certain place wet again ...
Michael's hair wasn't dehydrated yet, and it was still dripping with water, running down his knife-like cheeks and smashing right into his full pecs, leaving a watery stain that couldn't be normal, but was seductive to Nancy's eyes.
"Awake?"
Michael enquired as he sat on the edge of the bed, and Nancy, as usual, wrapped the covers around her and dove into Michael's arms, nuzzling her head in a pouty manner.
"Wake up, there was a phone call for you earlier."
Michael got up to get it, his expression faltered the moment he saw the number, and then he instantly got up.
Michael headed for the wardrobe, turning his back on Nancy and pulling on a random white shirt.
"Michael, your hair isn't dry yet ...."
"....."
Nancy crumbled a bunch of times, and seeing that Michael was unresponsive, curled up on the bed and called a few more times.
"Michael...Michael?"
Michael reacted for half a day, only then came back to his senses, perfunctory "hmm" two voices, put on his clothes and left...
Nancy did not notice Michael was not right, on the contrary, naked down to the ground, as usual, hiding behind the curtains on tiptoe probing out the window, saw Michael's car disappear outside the villa, only to be reluctant to shrink back to bed.
Nancy is still lost in her dream, unaware that something bad is about to happen….