Nora moaned when she could feel the touch of two large hands slowly traveling across her body, starting from her toes and ending on the soft skin of her womb.
The sensation of oppressiveness filled her as a quite burly male body pressed her down, heating her entire being to such a point that it would be uncomfortable for anyone present. The smell of sweat, the creaking of the bed, the flesh being squeezed accompanied by the constant female gasps coming from that beautiful girl. While one of his large hands cupped her feminine figure with the subtlety of a child playing with clay, she closed her mouth tightly, trying to stop the moan halfway out of her mouth. The other arm wrapped around her from below like a snake, moving between her flesh and squeezing her to such a point that her smooth skin was marked with the image of a hand in a soft red color.
While she tried without success to scream to the four winds, her body reacted instinctively in a way she could not even conceive in her mind lost to pleasure. Her light pink skin took on a brighter color with the sweat moving between both their bodies while he squeezed her like a sack of meat.
While Adrian's body forced its way through her toned but still soft muscles, an incessant molding of her flesh occurred at the sweet spots all over her body. But she could not be the only one to enjoy all this foreplay; with that, her hands, smaller than his, frantically traveled across his torso as if she were a hurried predator. She covered the entire terrain leaving the marks of her claws before jealously capturing her "prey."
A capture worthy of a rare rock study program, because what she felt was the contour hard as stone, hot as a pot of boiling water, a bit longer than her own forearm, and with that soft texture waiting to be touched. Trying to wrap her hands around its contour but failing so miserably, she began to move it as if her life depended on it with an emotion so strong she did not know she could feel, but also did not want to stop experiencing while she felt the tip touch her own flesh, inviting her in a tempting way. Two large, fleshy spheres hung from the monstrosity of flesh, giving off a musky scent she could taste while she felt an almost solid viscosity moving between such things.
The initial surprise at the size, the hardness, or the hypnotic scent took a back seat while her mouth intertwined with his in a constant exchange of fluids. Between half escaped moans and slight spasms on her part, she began to churn that sword one moment at a time. The sweat that already soaked her acted as the perfect lubricant for their foreplay before each of them got their main course tonight.
First, it was he who served himself.
With expectation and the moans of his partner, his mouth went down toward her belly soaked in sweat and vaginal fluids. His tongue tasted the slightly sweet scent mixed with the salty smell accompanied by certain fermented citrus notes in an arrangement where each component revealed one more thing about his partner, from the brand of shampoo she uses to the ingredients of her last meal.
The flavor permeated his tongue as more of it entered, making his companion writhe, wrapping herself like an animal, pushing his head and therefore his tongue deeper into her. He drank like a man who had never tasted water in his life. While he filled himself with such an elixir, so different from what he already knew, her gasps flooded the entire place while more of that sweat enveloped them both, awakening in him a hardness frankly impossible to measure on the mortal scale.
While he momentarily withdrew to savor his drink, his teeth found a small but hard pearl of flesh. Only the idea of making her tremble crossed his mind; with that done, a slight movement between his gums was what triggered the release of more of that delicious drink. The emotion awakened in him a feeling of wanting more of those screams of pleasure while he sipped as much liquid as he could.
Perhaps it was hours or just his vastly superior perception of time, but by the time he was somewhat satisfied with what he did, the whole place had become a disaster. The sheets were wet as if a torrential rain had hit them, the bed had moved from its place due to the movement generated by their ecstasy, his own body was soaked in that liquid while she lay slumped, moaning while grabbing a bottle of water amidst so much sweat that it could well seem that both had been under the summer rain.
But like a puppy trying to please its master, she stood up, this time amidst spasms that were no longer so light, with true water spilling from her mouth to her breasts swollen with the marks of his hands.
With a push on her part, it was no longer she who was underneath. With a drunken grace, her hands took the tip of his member while her pink red face drew closer and closer. The scents reached her before she could even taste what she had in front of her.
The strong scent, with notes like ebony wood covered in a layer of salt water accompanied by an unmistakable smell of chlorine, reached her nose when the tip of it met the same. She could no longer resist the temptation of the flavor; first, the tip entered her mouth, which resulted in the almost immediate bombardment of the strong taste of flesh.
Slowly, but without knowing when, his penis ended up with pink lipstick marks a little over halfway up while her own eyes ended in an almost incomprehensible pink symbol, flickering between her common pink color and the bright neon glow they now revealed.
She felt the strong muscular movement when the penis still in her mouth tensed visibly, discharging a dense load of thick white liquid reminiscent of industrial glue due to the highly sticky texture when trying to swallow it. But what made her lose the almost non existent restraints in her mind, causing her body against her will to start producing more eggs at the almost sweet but mostly salty taste flooding every space in her mouth.
She withdrew the still rock hard phallus from her mouth while she took a breath before swallowing everything, but not before savoring it in his view; a spectacle in which the thick substance spilled from her mouth before she uttered a single word in all the time of self pleasure they had given each other.
"Simply delicious" she fixed her pink eyes on him while one of her hands traveled across his chest firmly before continuing to speak "but today I want to eat... the main course"
A dangerous smile appeared on his face before the room shook.
"Well, I just hope you are not asking for more than you can... chew"
Those words were enough for Nora's bed to finally succumb with an audible crack, breaking under the force with which Adrian changed their positions.
And that was all that Nora's conscious mind could process before beginning to be lashed in a kind of punishment; her skin turned red, but with her eyes clouded by the brightness of her true nature, she could only demand more, turning the disastrous room into her private stage filled with screams befitting a Banshee.