7 Sins | Lust

— Don't finish yet....

The moonlight, just three candles in the room, a small empty bed flaunting a red wine leather bag. Further on, in the area where you can barely see the light, two silhouettes play naked in an armchair. Their bodies rubbing against each other. The heat, the product of excitement, became ever greater because of the onslaughts of that man.

— Let's go faster.... Yes...! Like this!

It had been a long time since Melinda had enjoyed sexual pleasure so much, the weather seemed to be encouraging as she quickly returned to feeling her naked body and the soft, warm groans in her ear.

— Ah........! aaaaaaaa....

The sweat drained from his well-formed chest and down to his pubis and scattered into the hairs of the man's crotch. Melinda played with her breasts as she felt that stallion inside her. She would drop her brown hair and lick her own lips over and over again. I was in ecstasy. Maybe two or three years had passed? I didn't know, I had too long without experiencing that feeling.

— Oh, honey, keep it up, I love you.

Melinda underneath her face until she stood in front of her nipples, licked her left side, rubbed her lips on each part of it, then repeated the same process with her right side. That very formed body caused him to have convulsions of pleasure. He paused for a moment for a moment and welded his head to the height of his heart, the loud, rapid beats screaming with a dumb, desperate sound. Melinda looked at the man's expression, her eyes, the blush on her cheeks, she gave a mischievous smile and an almost imperceptible, empty sound was heard as she let that foreign body out of her. Slowly he was licking from his neck, passing through the center of his chest, feeling the curly hair of that formidable body, he continued descending, his abdomen felt as worked as that of a first-class sportsman, he stopped in his navel and fiddled for a while with the tip of his tongue.

— Ahhhhh…

Barely imperceptible was the excitement groan of that subject heard in the room. Melinda went a little lower down to her pubes. I look so closely at that "Precious" phallus he thought just before he put his tongue on the glans and put it completely in his mouth. Friction movements, up, down. Breathing faster and faster. Melinda slipped her fingers in her own pubic area and introduced one, then two, then three, and her breathing began to shake just like that man, almost synchronized, enjoying every moment. A growing tension in their bare bodies, hands clenched, movement up and down faster and faster, the man about to collapse in pleasure and then a deafening groan in that room of silence. It was all over.

It took Melinda a few minutes to catch her breath. She got up and went to her purse. He took a cigarette and lit it with his little gray lighter, then, again, I see that man collapsing on the couch, motionless.

— Well? Is this all you got?

He wanted more, it wasn't enough, he had to find a new way to have fun with his new "toy". She walked slowly to him and bent her body to face him, her breasts bounced back in front of her until she stood still again.

— I'll take your gag off, but if you ever yell, say goodbye to your tongue.

The moon, with a silvery sparkle, illuminated the room and gave a better glimpse of the darkness of that armchair. A man of at least twenty-five years of age was bound, naked and covered in blood. The look on her face showed an immense fear as she stood in front of that woman. On the wall, an almost demonic silhouette looked better and better. Melinda would start a new game of pleasure, sweat and pain.