Christina's Adventures Part 9 (Dessert for Amin)

The gel flowed down my skin, leaving shiny trails behind it, and the hot water washed away the remnants of semen, makeup and sweat, turning them into foam at my feet. The pussy was still throbbing, reminiscent of the brutal pleasure that had just been experienced, and my lips were slightly burning - either from his persistent kisses, or from the long grip of the penis, I was preparing for the second round, hoping that Amin would have less strength. After washing off the remaining makeup and lifting my hair up, I fixed it with a crab, leaving two curls in the front.

When I returned, I felt like the room was enveloped in soft light, and the air was filled with the aroma of essential oils from the jacuzzi. Amin, wearing a dark terry

robe unbuttoned at the chest, slowly stirred the water with his long fingers, adding a handful of sea salt. His gaze slid over me - I was lying on the black sheets, bending over like a panther after a hunt.

My breasts hung with a slight jiggle, my nipples were still swollen from recent caresses, and my shiny legs seemed endlessly long in this light. One elbow supported my head, with the other hand I **lazyly ran over my stomach, just below my navel, a hint...

I slowly rolled over onto my stomach, propping myself up on my elbows to arch my back and deliberately expose my rounded buttocks. In the dark reflection of the window, a green pebble, left by Amin for dessert, flickered.

Biting my lower lip, I kept my eyes on him as the muscles inside rhythmically squeezed the plug, causing it to shift slightly with each playful tension. The palm slid to the breast, squeezing it so that the nipple rested in the center of the palm, hard and swollen, as if begging for a rougher touch.

Amin came up to me and stood opposite the bed, I lowered my legs to the floor and spread them. Pussy opened her tortured lips, sticking a finger between them, I looked up at him.

Me: - Is everything ready? (I asked innocently)

Amin suddenly grabbed me, my legs wrapped around his waist, and my fingers dug into his thick hair, mixing the wet strands into a passionate mess. Our lips merged in a burning kiss, my tongue persistently entered his mouth, wrapping around him, playing with him, taking away his every moan.

He ​​pulled away from my lips and we were already standing by the jacuzzi.

Me: - Oh hihi, I didn’t even notice!

Amin: - You are as light as a feather!

Amin relaxed his hands and I stood on the floor, turning my back to him, I bent down to touch the water. My hips opened and I felt his finger slide across the green stone.

Me: - So hot!

Amin: - The body will quickly get used to it!

Me: - You first!

Amin took off his robe, revealing his hairy body and hanging penis, the head of which was hidden. He slowly sank into the water and showed me to my seat opposite.

I gradually began to sink into the water, my skin began to burn from the hot water. The plug sat on my butt and hit the bottom of the bathtub. Amin smiled and handed me a glass of cold champagne. Jacuzzi bubbled pleasantly, it felt so good and pleasant, my muscles relaxed and I closed my eyes.

Me: - Thank you for this evening!

Amin: - There is still night ahead...

Me: - I will thank you for her in the morning.

We lay and enjoyed the moment chatting about life. At one point, silence and leisurely conversations no longer suited me. Setting the glass down with a slight clink on the marble edge of the Jacuzzi, I began to move, the water flowing over my skin, mixing with the foam, while I slowly crawled towards him on all fours, like a panther. My breasts were a centimeter from his lips, my nipples swollen from the contrast of hot water and cool air.

Amin did not resist, his lips wrapped around the nipple, his tongue slid over it in lazy circles, and his hands crawled down my back, leaving goosebumps, until they stopped on my thighs, pushing them firmly apart.

Me: - Mmm... (I took his glass and took a sip)

Enjoying the champagne and the way his fingers played with the stem of the cork, either pulling it out a couple of millimeters, then screwing it back, and the other hand, meanwhile, spread my lips apart, exposing my pink insides, which were already twitching from anticipation.

My nails slid slowly down his neck, leaving scarlet trails on his damp skin, and dug into his chest as I pinched his nipple between my fingers. Twisting and pinching him, I watched as his breathing became labored, and his penis tensed even more, pressing against my stomach.

He ​​turned me over, pressing my back to him and placing me on my butt. His dick was lying on my back. She lay on his chest with her shoulder blades and began to squeeze his legs, giving him a massage.

His hands slid to my breasts, slowly massaging them. His lips touched my neck, which sent goosebumps. I threw my hand back and began to stroke his head, his hand slid to my pussy, a groan escaped me and my body arched a little.

Amin turned me over, pressing my back to his chest, and sat me down between his legs. His hot, not yet completely cooled member lay along my back, pulsating in time with my breathing. I rested my shoulder blades on his torso, feeling his heart beating under my skin, and my hands slid down, starting a slow but steady massage of his hips, my fingers digging into the tense muscles, kneading everything that had been overloaded this evening.

His hands slowly cupped my breasts, his thumbs rubbing circles around my nipples, making them swell even more. The lips touched the neck with a light kiss, then a bite, then the wet trace of the tongue sent goosebumps down the spine.

Me: - Ahh... (A moan escaped)

His fingers slid between his legs, parting his lips, finding the clitoris and starting slow but precise circles. The body arched itself, the pelvis rose, seeking more contact.

My hand reached back, fingers entwined in his hair, tugging lightly, he responded by increasing the pressure on my clitoris, making me shudder and squeeze his legs between mine.

Amin: - The water has already cooled down...

Me: - But I haven’t...

I abruptly slipped out of his embrace, like a mermaid slipping into the depths, and leaned my hands on the edge of the jacuzzi. Slowly, as if in slow motion, I began to rise out of the water - first showing the arch of my back, then my wet, shiny buttocks, which sparkled under the light of the lamps like polished marble.

Pausing for a moment on the edge, I lightly shook my hips, as if shaking off not only the water, but also his last attempts to hold me. Drops ran over my skin, disappearing under the robe, which I threw over my shoulders without wrapping it up.

Amin: - You... It’s not fair...

I ran my palm over my still wet thigh, leaving a shiny mark and beckoned him with my finger. My robe did not hide my shiny wet breasts and sexy wet stripe on my stomach.

Amin stood up sharply, water gushed from his body, and the drops lingered in the thick hair on his chest before rolling down - over his tense stomach, along the dark line of hair leading to a thick, still erect penis, from which it dripped directly onto the tiles.

I walked up to him and my palm gently cupped his penis, feeling it pulsate in time with his rapid breathing. I slowly led him towards the bed, each step making him tense even more. Throwing off my robe, I ran my palm along the entire length of his hot shaft, enjoying the roughness of the skin and the hardness underneath

Me: - Dessert has already been waiting for you... (I whispered)

Turning my back and leaning my hands on the edge of the bed. Her back arched, presenting him with a pussy wet from excitement, which gently rubbed against his tense penis, smearing its own lubricant on it.

Amin: - You... Unbearable... (he said, barely holding back his moans)

The head slid between the lips, but did not enter, only teasing us both.

Amin sharply pushed me onto the bed, and I buried my face in the sheets, feeling his palm slap on my ass, leaving a burning mark. He sat down next to him, his fingers slid to the green stone, squeezing it, pulling out the plug slowly, painfully, causing the ring to stretch and ache from the unusual pressure.

Me: - Mmm... Amin, don’t be shy... Your dessert is waiting for you.

I raised my hips, swaying my ass seductively, feeling the cool air touch the opening entrance.

He ​​grinned as he pulled the plug all the way out and slapped it against my trembling skin.

My hips were still shaking, and my open entrance was twitching from unexpected emptiness when Amin walked up to the cabinet, looking at the bottles. His back, covered with drops from the Jacuzzi, tensed when he took a tube in each hand and turned

Amin: - What kind of lubricant will we use to stretch you? Warming or cold?

Me: - Warming... (Smiling, she bought her lip)

My groan escaped my lips when his fingers, generously covered with warming lubricant, lazily circled the open entrance, smearing the sticky liquid over the trembling skin. A burning warmth immediately spread through the nerves, causing the ass to reflexively clench, but he immediately pressed the plug to the very center and, with light pressure, screwed it back in, deeper than before.

A hot wave spread through all the nerve endings, as if a tiny star had exploded inside me. The lubricant burned like a chili pepper, turning every millimeter into the epicenter of fiery pleasure. The plug, rotating, came out in the thickest part, stretching the sensitive ring until it trembled, and then screwed back in again - my muscles trembled helplessly, having lost the ability to resist.

The plug slipped out with a loud, wet squelch, leaving behind an open, pulsating ring that trembled helplessly in the cool air. But there was no respite - his fingers immediately plunged inside, two thick joints, mercilessly stretching the muscles that had not yet recovered.

Me: - Aaah!...

My moan broke into a high-pitched squeal as his fingers began a frantic rhythm, thrusting in and out so fast that the air whistled between my open lips. The intestines squelched dully, juices were smeared over the thighs, and the stomach convulsed, unable to digest this barbaric pace.

Amin leaned down, his teeth sank into my shoulder blade as his hooked fingers found that very spot and the world exploded with white light.

Lubricant poured out of my ass, which Amin poured in without sparing, the ring swollen and throbbed from his fingers, I begged him to stop, but he didn’t hear me.

Thick lubricant flowed from my ass in a stream, mixing with drops of sweat on the sheets. The ring swollen, reddened and throbbed in time with his frantic thrusts, but Amin only added more, wetting his fingers and driving them deeper, rougher, as if he was hammering something stubborn inside.

Me: - P-please... Stop... ah-ah-ah!

His fingers finally slowed their furious rhythm, replacing roughness with painful tenderness. Every movement was now deliberate, slow, as if he was studying every fold, every tremor of my body. I was breathing like after a marathon - my mouth was half open, my lips were dry, my chest was heaving often, and my stomach was still twitching from the experience.

When he finally pulled his fingers out, my ass slammed shut helplessly, but not for long Amin slapped his wet fingers against my pussy, smearing the mixture of lube and my juices, turning everything into one sticky, shiny mess.

He ​​spread his buttocks with his hands, assessing his work - the stretched, pulsating entrance, red with tension, but perfectly open.

I placed a pillow under my hips, lifting my pelvis to make everything more comfortable - both for him and for me. Lying on my back, with my legs spread wide apart, I felt my heart pounding somewhere in my throat. Amin knelt between my legs, his penis, huge and tense, towered right above my stretched but still throbbing ass

Me: - Amin, just start gently, I’m scared... (I said in a trembling voice)

Amin: - Don’t be afraid... I’ll be gentle with her. (He said tenderly)

Me: - Aaaaah... Aaaay... Stop.

Amin: - Don’t be afraid!

Me: - Why is he so big? (I whined)

Amin: - Relax.

His voice trembled with tension as he held himself still.

But the body did not obey, the butt squeezed it even harder, everything inside froze in a spasm, as if refusing to accept it further.

Then he leaned down, his lips touched my tears, and his hand slid down, finding my clitoris to make me relax through pleasure in a circular motion.

A wave of warmth spread throughout the body, softening the pain. The fear dissolved, the muscles finally gave in, and his penis sank deeper, resting against that same inner ring. His fingers sped up on the clitoris, squeezing new drops of juice from the pussy, and my hands unconsciously spread my buttocks even wider, helping him enter.

And then a sharp push...

Me: - Ahhhh... Amen!.... (I screamed)

My scream dissolved in his kiss - imperious, deep, leaving no choice. His cock began slow but inexorable thrusts, stretching the ring that was still sensitive from the pain, and his fingers slid into my pussy, vibrating exactly where it was needed, making me clench on his cock with a moan.

Amin: - You... So tight..

His breathing hitched when his ass reflexively squeezed him at the exit, as if not wanting to let go.

I couldn’t answer, I just threw my legs over his shoulders, allowing him to go deeper, while the fingers inside my pussy accelerated, teasing the very point from which my vision swam.

Taking my legs under the knees, Amin began to push me onto his penis, which drilled into my intestines and burned with lubricant, burning me inside.

He ​​took his dick out of the hole that had managed to let out the air and ran the lubricant along the pussy between the lips and stuck the dick into the open hole. My moans and screams were from pleasure, the pain was no longer there, every time he entered and left me, I grabbed and squeezed his penis with my ass.

Amin grabbed my legs under the knees, raising my hips, and began to methodically push me onto his penis, which seemed to be burning right through my intestines, the lubricant was burning, spreading with a burning warmth throughout all the ends.

Every time he pulled himself out to the head, air mixed with drops of lubricant escaped from the open hole with a squelching sound, and his shaft, shiny and sticky, ran along the pussy, smearing everything on the lips, before again sticking inside to the very base.

Me:- A-a-ah...Yes-ah...

My screams were now pure pleasure, without shadow or pain, my ass learned to work with him, contracting at the exit to feel every relief of his penis, and at the entrance opening up like a flower, greedily drawing him back in.

Amin: - Wow... Yeah... You accept me like family! (He growled, gritting his teeth)

His hands dug into my legs, leaving imprints, while the pace became harder, more and more merciless.

Our bodies came together in a frantic rhythm, the loud, wet slapping of skin on skin echoing throughout the room, mixing with my screams and his hoarse growl. Each of his hard thrusts drove me deeper into the mattress, and the fingers digging into my hips left crimson traces of a mark that tomorrow will remind me who is boss here.

Me: - Yes-ah! Harder!..(I howled)

When he turned me over on my stomach, pressed me with my chest to the bed, and he knelt down to fuck me even more mercilessly. Saliva flowed from my mouth onto the sheets, my hair stuck to my face, but he didn’t care, only my trembling buttocks, only his penis, tearing my body in the rhythm of animal instinct.

The pace became slower, his movements were no longer so powerful, and his breathing became heavy and intermittent. I felt his fatigue and, gently biting my lip, decided to take the initiative.

Me: - Amin, lie on your back... I want on top... (the voice sounded quiet and confident)

He ​​obediently turned over, his penis, still hard, but not so aggressive, lay on his stomach, covered with a mixture of our juices.

I sat facing him, sticking out my ass, feeling the lubricant slowly flowing from the open hole and grabbed his penis with my hand, running it along my pussy, collecting moisture before moving it to my ass.

Me: - Mmm... That's it... (I said sweetly)

I slowly pushed myself onto him, feeling the head pushing apart the relaxed muscles, and then rose sharply, leaving him wet and ready for a new entrance.

I slowly sank down his penis, feeling how every centimeter elastically stretched me from the inside, filling me to the limit. When I sat down all the way, my pussy touched his pubis, the pulsation inside merged with my rapid heartbeat.

Начав двигать бёдрами вперёд-назад, я ловила ритм, при котором головка давила на самые чувствительные точки, а трение клитора о его лобок зажигало новые волны удовольствия. Дрожь пробежала по спине, когда он приподнялся, чтобы глубже войти, его руки обхватили мою талию, направляя движения.

Амин: — Даа.. Вот так.. (Прохрипел он)

Его губы прикоснулись к моей ключице, пока я работала бёдрами, заставляя его член пульсировать внутри.

Громкими мокрыми хлопками я прыгала на его члене, он прикусил мой сосок, начав сжимать зубами и посасывать его губами. Мои пальцы гладили его волосы и сильнее прижимали голову к груди.

Громкие, мокрые шлепки кожи о кожу заполняли комнату, пока я яростно отскакивала на его члене, чувствуя, как головка бьёт в самые глубокие точки, заставляя меня вздрагивать от переизбытка ощущений. Амин вцепился в мой сосок, то сжимая его зубами, то нежно пощипывая губами, вырывая у меня стонущие всхлипы.

Мои пальцы впились в его волосы, прижимая его лицо к груди, чтобы он чувствовал как бешено стучит моё сердце. Каждый его укус, каждое движение бёдер вверх навстречу моим толчкам доводили до края киска текла, смешиваясь со смазкой, а попка жадно сжимала его.

Я: — Я… сей… сей… А-а-а!..(мой голос сорвался)

Когда он вдруг резко сел глубже, заставив меня остановиться, почувствовав, как его член пульсирует внутри, готовый к разрядке.

Я: — А-а-а!… Слишком… М-много…

Амин не сбавлял темп, его дыхание было хриплым, а руки впились в мои бёдра, оставляя синяки, пока он помогал мне двигаться, утверждая свой ритм.

Амин: — Давай… выжми… из меня… всё!

Он прорычал и я почувствовала, как его член затвердел ещё сильнее, готовый к разрядке.

Всё взорвалось одновременно — его последний, рваный толчок вогнал член до упора, а горячая сперма хлынула внутрь, заполняя кишку густыми пульсациями. Я закричала, но это был уже не человеческий звук, а что-то между визгом, стоном и рыком — тело выгнулось в неестественной сумятице, киска захлебнулась в собственных соках, а попка судорожно сжимала его, выжимая последние капли.

Моё тело дёргалось в мелких судорогах, киска пульсировала, выдавливая последние капли сока на его член, который медленно выскальзывал из распахнутой попки. С мягким хлюпом головка освободилась, а следом полились густые сгустки спермы — белые, тёплые, стекающие по его стволу на яйца, оставляя липкие дорожки на коже.

Амин развёл мои бёдра шире, обнажая раскрытую, подергивающуюся дырочку, из которой медленно вытекали остатки его семени. Мышцы сжимались в такт, будто выталкивая последние капли, а я прильнула к его члену, облизывая всё, что вышло из меня — солёное, горьковатое, пахнущее им и сексом.

Я: — Понравился десерт? ( спросила я прислонив губы к головке)

Амин: — Это был… Потрясающий десерт.. (Без сил пробормотал он)

Я поднялась с кровати, чувствуя, как тёплая сперма медленно вытекает по внутренней стороне бедра, оставляя липкие дорожки на коже. Амин грубо развёл мои бёдра, его пальцы скользнули по растянутому, расслабленному входу, прежде чем втолкнуть пробку обратно — она вошла без сопротивления.

Амин: — Беги в душ.( сказал он хлопнув по попке.)

Зайдя в душ я резко выдернула пробку — и тут же ощутила, как вытекает тёплая струйка. Я увидела биде с краном, разведя бедра шире, приставила наконечник к ещё приоткрытому входу и резко открыла кран.

Я: — А-а.. (Рот открылся сам)

Вода хлынула внутрь, распирая, вымывая липкие остатки, заставляя живот судорожно сжиматься. Я чувствовала, как всё выходит обратно — прозрачные струйки с белыми нитями, исчезающие в сливе.

Пальцы вцепились в края биде, спина выгнулась, когда очередной поток заполнил кишку.

Выйдя из душа, я ощущала лёгкость — вода смыла не только следы страсти, но и напряжение. В гостиной, доставая из сумки белые кружевные трусики-бразильяно, я провела пальцами по тонкому шитью, оценивая, как они контрастируют с ещё розовой от шлепков кожей. Футболку отбросила в сторону — пусть видит, что его метки остались не только под тканью.

Амин лежал на кровати, его торс обнажён, мышцы расслаблены, но глаза блестели от удовлетворения. Я прижалась к нему, голова на его груди, пальцы лениво перебирали курчавые волоски на животе, оставляя лёгкие царапины ногтями.

Он что-то говорил, но мои веки уже становились тяжёлыми, а дыхание — ровным. Последнее, что я запомнила, — его рука, обнимающая моё плечо…