In the bathroom

The opening reception for the new art gallery has ended, and we are returning to our hotel. I open the door of an approaching car while you say goodbye to the organizers on the porch of the gallery. After saying goodbye, you go down the steps to me, to the car, and I don’t miss the moment to admire you.

You are wearing a long shiny dress, black shoes on your feet, and a small handbag in your hands. You gracefully descend the steps and majestically settle into the provided limousine.

Outside the window of the leisurely crawling Aurus, evening Moscow lazily floats by. The interior of the car is warm and cozy, I look at your beautiful profile, it is barely visible

against the background of the city lights. Your long neck, neat hair, my favorite waterfall earrings. My hand finds yours lying on the armrest separating us and squeezes it lightly, you turn to me and smile lightly. We arrive at our hotel, I get out of the car and open your door. An elegant hand is placed in my palm, a pair of shoes drops onto the pavement, your knees show from under your open dress, and then you yourself appear from the doorway of the car. Under the warm spring sky, I accompany you to the hotel entrance. The doorman opens the door for us and I let you go forward. You walk, no, you float down the hall to the elevator, and I take our room key and admire you at the same time. We find ourselves together at the swinging doors of the elevator and at the same time we go inside.

As the elevator takes us to our 50th floor, I stare at you. You shrink slightly under my gaze. I take a step towards you, simultaneously pressing the Stop button on the elevator panel. A moment and you are sitting on the handrail mounted around the perimeter of the elevator car. The hem of your dress is open, your legs are wrapped around me, and I furiously drive my dick into your womb, making you moan and squirm. Over my shoulder you see the entire breathtaking picture in the reflection of the wall mirror. My furious movements, your helpless eyes, your hands raised and resting against the wall, with which you try to hold back my pressure and not slam you into the wall. You see my hand rise and take you by the throat. My eyes are filled with rage and desire, our gazes meet, and you completely surrender to my pressure. I secure you by the neck and cum, looking straight into your eyes. You feel a hot wave washing you from the inside and our lips meet...

- Dima, we have already arrived - your voice brings me out of my thoughts. Damn that was it. You have already left the elevator and are holding the door so that it does not close. - Well, or do you want to go down?

- I was thinking about something - I follow you out to our floor. We walk along a small corridor to the door of our room. We have only two rooms on the floor, the corridor is small, in the middle on the sides there are two recesses in which there are tubs with huge ficus trees. Walking past the plants, I push you towards the depression and drag you behind a huge plant. Without giving you a second to think, I press my hands on your shoulders and lower you to your knees. While you are about to say something, object to me, I unzip my fly, take out my already erect penis and you obediently open your mouth. The sight of a beautiful woman kneeling in front of me just drives me crazy. I take you by the head and start hard fucking. You cannot resist, trying only to regulate my pressure with your hands resting on my hips, with a pleading look trying to stop me. But I can’t, desire fills me, your helpless appearance only contributes to this. I rip the straps of your dress off your shoulders, exposing your beautiful breasts. One of my hands immediately digs into one of your hemispheres, making you moan even with your mouth full. A minute of such a furious blowjob and I begin to erupt. You don’t have time to swallow everything, and my cum flows out of your mouth and drips onto your chest. I growl, looking at this madness...

- You will finally open the door - your voice again brings me out of this strange state. I come to my senses and quickly approach the door of our room, in front of which you froze, looking at me in surprise. -What's wrong with you?

- I don’t understand - I run my hand over my face - I’m probably tired.

- Well, now I’ll quickly put you in order - you smile cheerfully, and I’ll unlock the door to our room. We go inside. Almost immediately at the threshold there is a kitchen island, on which you put your purse, and I throw the door card and my phone. Then you try to go deeper, but I catch your hand and pull you towards me. You come to me, our lips intertwine, and then I just spin you around and throw you on the kitchen island. Before you even have time to scream, the hem of your dress is lifted up, your panties are torn off by my hand and my furious cock is invading your ass. Your drawn-out moan fills the room, interspersed with my growl. You unsuccessfully try to break free, but I catch your hand and twist it behind your back, with your other hand you cannot resist, since you rest it on the tabletop and do not allow you to be spread out on it. You try to scream, but I immediately seal your mouth with your own panties. My other hand takes your hair and bends your head back while I ram your ass uncontrollably. You can only moan, only obey me, only give all of yourself into my power, into my hands. And you give up, you are spread out on the tabletop, your hands behind your back, I am furiously driving my dick into your ass, causing more and more moans from your mouth. My speed increases, I feel how my organ inside you swells, how it expands your poor ass, how a hot stream escapes from it with my simultaneous growl...

- Dima, where are you, why are you frozen again - your voice again knocks the obsession out of me. You come up to me and take my hand - Is everything okay?

- I don’t understand what’s happening - I feel your concern - I need to rest, I’m a little uneasy.

- Now I’ll do everything for you - your voice sounds alarmed. – Sit on the sofa, I’ll call you.

While I’m sitting on the sofa, trying to understand what’s going on, you take off your shoes and go to the large bathtub standing near the window. Yes, this is our room with a bathroom right in the main hall. You bend down and turn on the water, I look with pleasure at your beautiful slender silhouette shimmering in the light of the lights of Moscow. You look at the bottles and tip one into the filling bathtub. Then you turn around and slowly walk towards me. I watch with pleasure how you approach, how your dress flows over your slender body. You extend your hand to me and I get up from the sofa. You lead me to the filling bathtub and I obediently follow you. Right next to the bathtub, you sit me on the edge of the bowl and begin to undress me. I gradually lose everything, and then you sit me in the filling bathtub. I lean back and close my eyes, peace surrounds me.

A slight tinkling brings me back to the world. I open my eyes and find a small table next to the bathroom with a bottle of champagne and a couple of filled wine glasses. And standing opposite me at the edge of the bathroom, you take off your magnificent dress. Or rather, you don’t take it off, but by throwing off the straps you literally slip out of it, bending like a snake, like a beautiful snake. I watch your movements with pleasure, now you bend over to take off your panties and your heavy breasts sway invitingly, making me glad that there is foam in the bathroom and a lot of it. So you step over the side of the bathroom and sit down opposite me, gradually plunging into the white foam and throwing your head back.

- Oh, how good - your soft voice calms me - have you come to your senses yet?

- Yes - my voice is a little hoarse, but firm - everything is fine... - You stand up and reach for a glass of champagne, your chest touches my hand and it’s as if an electric current pierces me inside. You understand this perfectly and calmly sit me back down with a glass in your hand, and at this time, under the water, your leg slides along mine, rising higher and higher.

- Rrrr - I grab and knock over the glass in one gulp - What are you doing. – I’m trying to catch your leg, but you laugh and shrink away.

- I'm trying to bring you to your senses!

- And you do it very well! – I have already fully recovered and, in principle, I am not averse to bringing our communication closer together. You understand this and don’t mind at all. The glass is put aside, and you are slowly approaching me, your hands rise up my legs, your chest follows them, I watch your movement with pleasure, admire your beautiful face, soft lips. You are already on my chest and our lips meet, my hands go under the water and rest on your ass. You purr like a cat and try to settle on my chest, but I don’t give you that chance. I turn you around with your back and lay you on top of me, on my chest, immediately freeing my hands and putting them to work. My palms slide over your body, gently squeeze the hemispheres of your breasts, go down your tummy and thighs, and there my fingers penetrate your womb, making you arch and moan. My lips simultaneously attack your neck and ear, trying to keep you tense. But you don’t miss your chance, your hands go under the water and find my already fully erect organ there, carefully processing it, placing it between your legs, which immediately slowly begin to move, turning me on and irritating me more and more. Our battle proceeds with varying success, I make you arch and moan with my fingers, but with your actions you distract me from my neck and ears and I myself try to restrain myself.

But then you break out of my hands, turn over and sit on me at once, completely depriving me of the strength to resist. I barely have time to reach your chest when you immediately seize the initiative. Your lips intertwine with mine, and then release them and go down to my chest. They slide over both my nipples and breasts and rush down. So that you don’t go under the water, I slightly lift myself in the bathroom and you, without stopping, immediately get down to business. Your hands are collecting your breast hemispheres and my penis is already inside this pleasant new formation. My dick slides there like butter, appearing and disappearing. You watch his actions and at one of the exits you catch him in your mouth and completely impale yourself on him. This crazy look blows my mind and just makes me groan furiously. I want to grab you by the head and just rape your beautiful mouth, but I don’t want to ruin the magic of the moment, I hold back, although only God knows what it’s costing me. Your lips, your tongue tirelessly slide over my organ, causing it to enlarge and shudder, lifting me to an unreal height of pleasure. You begin to help with your hands, don’t give it to me, one of your hands jerks my dick in parallel with the active work of your mouth, the second goes under the water and your finger penetrates my ass. I just arch over, digging my hands into the sides of the bathtub.

- Ah-ah-ah, I can’t - I’m practically screaming.

- Come on, let's finish - you don't stop moving your hands, looking straight into my eyes. And I start to erupt right in your face, I can’t contain myself, I can’t control. White liquid floods your eyes and hits your lips. You laugh joyfully and let me go. Like an autumn leaf I fall in the bathroom. You wash your face and come closer to me:

- Did you like it?

– Oh yessss – I can’t help but be impressed.

– Moore – you take a glass of champagne, take a sip and, like a cat, try to fit on me. But no! I turn you around in the bathroom, put you on your knees and lean your elbows on the opposite side. Now it's my time! I start from the top, hang over you and my lips go down from the neck, pass along the back, reach the buns of the ass, my hands spread them and my tongue presses against the open hole. You try to break free, but a powerful slap on your butt stops you. While my tongue is processing your ass, my hands reach your breasts and softly and tenderly begin to torment them, forcing you to switch between two centers of influence, making you get lost, split into two. You are trying to control my attacks, but you are gradually giving up, I feel how the fingers of your hand themselves penetrate into your womb and begin to work there. I increase the pressure, and my tongue immediately attacks both of your holes, helping your fingers lift you onto a wave of pleasure. You enter into ecstasy, I no longer need to stimulate you, I just watch how your beautiful body beats in your hands, admire how the delicate foam envelops my favorite curves, and I leave the bathroom and approach your face. I watch how it distorts in a fit of passion, I see your closed eyes, I find your lips and our lips intertwine, I extinguish your moans, I feel how your body trembles in ecstasy, I see how you go limp, how you lose strength and I catch you so that you don’t collapse into the bath.

Now you can lie on me, which you did not fail to take advantage of right away. I sing you champagne from my hands and you get high in warm water. Having finished the glass, I put it aside and both my hands begin to explore your body, which is now accessible to me. My palms slide over your body, meeting no resistance. Breasts, tummy, waist - everything is mine, everything is in my power. I bend your legs and my hands gently caress your knees. You lazily watch their movement, trying to completely relax and surrender to the sensations. But something is preventing you from enjoying peace. You run your hand down and again come across my erect penis.

- Lord again? – you feel the organ that bothers you.

- Yes, you got me going again with your one-man show. – my lips reach your ear and my tongue penetrates inside.

- Mmm-mm, I can’t yet...

- I know, that’s why I’m not rushing you - I’m also soft and gentle, I know that now you can’t push. We need to let you want it yourself and then everything will work out. I pick you up in the bathroom and take you out of it, I dry you with a huge towel, wrap you up and practically carry you in my arms to the bed you made earlier. I lay you down on the pillows and quickly rush to the bathroom, filling our glasses with champagne.

You lie on a huge bed like a queen, lazily sipping champagne, while my lips slowly begin to work. They start, as always, from the neck, then the lips, from which I remove the taste of champagne, and then they begin to fall lower. I gradually pull the blanket off you, as if I were taking a butterfly out of a chrysalis. My hands and lips don’t stop, they go lower and lower, making you moan little by little. Maybe you would like to rest, but you cannot resist my soft onslaught. I move my actions to your chest, caressing and irritating your nipples. Right and left, I adore your breasts, I adore your reaction to irritation, my hands are soft but persistent. You can't resist them, you could never resist my hands. You are already starting to clearly moan, this turns me on and I move on. My hands are on your hips, the movements of my tongue on the inside of your thigh once again arches you, you are trying to escape from me by turning over on your tummy, which immediately betrays your weakness.

I’m already behind you, I sit on your legs, my penis fits comfortably between your buns, my hands and lips continue to caress your neck, back, my palms move to your chest, you rise with a groan, letting me into your sweet hemispheres. Your hand goes behind your back and finds my erect penis and begins to gently jerk it. Because of the surging sensations, I begin to growl slightly, squeezing your supple chest more strongly. We are both turned on by the action taking place, you are trying to get out from under me, to wriggle out, but I don’t let you. I take out your other hand and drop you on the bed, forcing you to handle my dick with both palms. We both get excited, I fall on you, pressing you to the bed, you try to get out, free yourself, but you don’t have that opportunity, I completely own you.

I decide to change the disposition, practically in my arms I carry you to the bathroom and sit you inside. You lean back on the edge of the bathtub, I throw both of your legs on opposite sides, lift your ass and push my hot dick into your womb. You would like to stop me, but you just don't have the strength. I begin movements, soft, leisurely, making you moan, I watch how your breasts sway in the foamy warm water, how my movements form waves that wash your body. This whole action is a big turn on, and not just for me. You are already opening your eyes and glaring at me, your hands are trying to get to me, I am increasing the pressure, forcing you to cling to the side of the bathroom.

Your hands slide, unsuccessfully trying to feel the fulcrum, but I don’t slow down, making you moan and squirm under my pressure. Я чувствую, как ты начинаешь подмахивать мне, как стараешься глубже и глубже нанизаться на мой орган, я понимаю, что ты снова готова к завершению. Я резко останавливаюсь и выхожу из тебя. Ты вскрикиваешь, нехотя отпуская меня. Я сразу разворачиваю тебя к себе попкой и облокачиваю на край ванной, не теряя времени я погружаю свой член в твое лоно, глубоко, на всю длину, заставляя тебя податься ко мне и выгнуться, полностью стараясь захватить и поглотить мой орган, терзающий тебя. Не понимаю как, но твоя прическа все еще не растрепалась, двигаясь сзади, я вижу прекрасную аккуратную головку, которая опущена на скрещенные на бортике руки, твоя узкая спинка, тонкая талия, широкие бедра, переходящие в круглую попку. Не знаю почему, но меня это дико заводит. Мои руки впиваются в твою талию, вызывая непрекращающиеся стоны, которыми наполняется наш номер. Мои яростные движения не дают тебе пощады, мои крепкие пальцы грубо мнут твое податливое тело, извлекая из твоего ротика все новые и новые звуки. Ты просишь пощады, но ее не будет. Мои движения становятся еще глубже, резче, ты пытаешься одно рукой сдержать мой напор, но достигаешь только того, что она теперь завернута тебе за спину. Я взвиваюсь в яростном порыве и под твои молящие стоны наполняю и наполняю твою пещерку пламенем своей лавы…

Ты все еще стоишь, тяжело дыша и облокотившись на бортик ванной, не в силах пошевелиться. Я без сил опускаюсь в теплую воду.

— Ну вот, заодно и помылись…

— Да уж…