The room was a sanctuary of warmth, dimly lit by the soft glow of the moonlight spilling through the curtains. Shadows danced on the walls like whispers, intimate and secretive, as Kelsia lay beneath me.
Her golden hair fanned out across the pillow, a halo against the rumpled sheets, while her flushed skin glistened with a thin sheen of sweat, every curve of her body glowing with desire.
Slurp! Lick!
"Ahn… Hmn! Yes, there! Lick me more there…" she gasped, her voice thick with pleasure.
Her half-lidded eyes locked onto mine, the unmistakable spark of love mingling with lust, as her fingers dug into my waist, pulling me closer.
Her nails raked my skin, the sting only adding fuel to the fire blazing between us.
"Ah, Kelsia," I chuckled, my voice low and teasing as I raised my hips, adjusting my angle.
Thrust! Squelch! "You want it rougher, don't you?" Without waiting for an answer, I thrust deeper, each movement deliberate and forceful, the sound of our bodies colliding echoing through the room like a symphony of sin. Clap! Clap! Squelch!
"Hugh!"
"Hhmmn!" Her moans crescendoed into cries, her head tossing back as she clutched at my hips, her nails dragging across my ass.
"Aah… Hugh!" she cried, her lips parted, tongue peeking out as drool glistened at the corner of her mouth.
It trailed down her chin like liquid silver, pooling on the pillow below.
"Huff… Master , faster!" she begged, her voice trembling as her breath came in shallow gasps. Her boobs heaved, her nipples hard against the cool air as her body quivered beneath me.
It was followed by a firm bite on her long, sharp earlobe, earning another delicious cry from her.
"Agh!"
"Kiss me, Master! I'm too loud. I'll wake Luisha. Shut my mouth with your kiss…" Her mouth, slick with saliva, begged to be claimed, her tongue darting out like a flame searching for warmth. "Huff! Hugh!"
I leaned in, our breaths mingling as I murmured against her lips, "Don't worry. She's on the first floor. She won't hear a thing."
"Mmm.."
My words were interrupted by a moan of my own as I claimed her mouth, devouring her lower lip with urgency. The taste of her, mixed with the salt of her skin, was intoxicating. Slurp! Lick!
"Huhn"
"Hugh...Mmn" Her moans vibrated against me, her face a delicious mess of passion and desperation.
The bed creaked beneath us, each thrust pushing us closer to the edge. Squelch! The wet sound of our union was undeniable, her slick heat wrapping around me, pulling me deeper into her.
"Mmm…" she whimpered against my lips, her fingers trailing down my ass to cup me, her nails biting into the flesh as if anchoring herself in the storm.
The soft squelch of her pussy juices spilled onto the sheets, painting the room with the unmistakable scent of desire.
Thrust! Smack! My pace quickened, and her cries grew louder, her body arching against mine as I thrust into her with abandon. Grind!
And then… creak!
The sound sliced through the haze of passion like a dagger, sharp and unwelcome. We both froze, her wide eyes darting to the partially open door.
"Master …" she whispered, her voice trembling as she pushed against my chest.
"The door! Someone's there." Her face was a canvas of worry, her brows furrowed as she pulled the sheet up to cover herself, her lips trembling with unease.
Sshch! Reluctantly, I pulled away my pennis, her warmth replaced by the cool air as I swung my legs off the bed. A thin string of wetness connected us for a fleeting second before breaking. Drip!
"It's nothing," I assured her, though a flicker of doubt crept into my voice. I strode to the door, the cool wood beneath my hand as I peered into the dim hallway.
"Just the wind," I muttered, glancing left and right before shutting the door firmly.
"There's no one there, Kelsia," I said, my voice soft but firm as I returned to the bed. "Who could possibly be in our house?"
She hesitated, her gaze flickering to the door one last time before she sighed, her lips curving into a shy smile.
"Nothing… It must be my imagination," she murmured, though her fingers nervously toyed with the sheet.
Slip! Slowly, as if shedding her doubts, she let the fabric fall, revealing the expanse of her body once more.
My breath hitched as her hands moved to her breasts, her fingers tracing lazy circles around her hardened nipples. Rub! Pinch!
Her eyes met mine, filled with desire and an unspoken hunger.
"Well, then," she whispered, her voice a sultry purr. "Where were we?"
I couldn't tear my eyes away. "Shall we continue?" I asked, my voice heavy with need as I wrapped my hand around myself, stroking slowly. Stroke! Stroke!
"Turn around for me. Raise those perfect ass."
Whatever doubts lingered melted away as she moved to her knees, her body arching with an elegance that stole my breath.
Kelsia moved with a languid grace, her ass swaying like the rhythm of a forbidden melody, each motion deliberate, enticing, and utterly sinful.
When she turned, my breath hitched, and my gaze was drawn to the soft, rose-hued curve of her perfect ass, glowing under the dim light like freshly bloomed petals kissed by the morning sun.
The valley between her thighs glistened, her pussy juices spilling like molten honey, pooling at the edges of her pussy entrance. Drip! Drip!
Her body seemed alive, trembling with anticipation, every curve begging to be worshiped.
My eyes traveled lower, lingering on the tight little bud nestled just above her pussy folds. twitch!
Gasp! Her asshole pulsed slightly, as though it were breathing, searching, yearning for something it couldn't yet articulate.
It reminded me of a ripe strawberry, blushing pink and impossibly tempting, begging to be tasted.
My mouth watered instinctively, my tongue itching with a thirst I hadn't realized I had.
The scent of her, sweet and musky, filled the air, weaving a spell that pulled me closer, inch by tantalizing inch.