“STORAGE HOUSE 3”

Everything around me is spinning due to the overwhelming and euphoric pleasure that Marius initiated in making me feel like a woman. The passionate encounter between us intensified. As a result, my boyfriend became bolder in the way he claimed me.

"God, you are so good! Mmmmnnn!" I repeatedly uttered while keeping my eyes wide open, gazing at the perspiring man working above me.

The sensation is truly delightful. The pleasure is so intense that I can't find the right adjective to accurately describe what's happening to me.

My entire body is trembling, as if I'm being electrified by the delicious shivers continuously coursing through me.

"Yes! Ohhhh!" I exclaimed suddenly, and at an unexpected moment, Marius surprised me with a deep and passionate move.

I stared at him at that moment. Then, I noticed amusement in his eyes, an amusement directed at my reaction.

"I love you, Sam," Marius whispered as he leaned down and kissed me on the lips.

I couldn't respond, so I opted to answer my boyfriend by reciprocating the kiss. But this time, I used my tongue.

That's true. I let my tongue out and inserted it into Marius' mouth, which he automatically sucked on. I enjoyed the effect it had on my body and femininity, so I moaned.

Even in my thoughts, I continued to curse. That's how much joy I was experiencing. I could feel my mouth watering. But because Marius naturally had a large and firm member, it remained just the right size for my femininity.

"You are so wet, yet so tight, Sam," Marius said with overwhelming desire in his tone.

I liked that. "Press harder! Keep going!" I ordered, driven by the pleasurable sensation.

Marius wasn't selfish with me. He gave me what I wanted. He kept intensifying his subsequent movements, which made me scream even more when he released his lips from mine.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Those were the successive expletives I unintentionally uttered, syncing them with each deep penetration by Marius.

Those were three in a row, and I couldn't take it anymore, so I couldn't help but reach climax.

An inexplicable desire spread rapidly throughout my being like wildfire. I held onto Marius' neck tightly. Then, I told him what I wanted to say.

"Let me ride you," I whispered.

We are currently entwined, not just in our bodies but also in our gaze. Through that, I saw the sudden spark of joy in his eyes, although the small fires within them continued to burn.

"Are you sure?" Marius asked, his surprise evident in his voice.

I nodded consecutively. "Please?" I pleaded.

Marius was the only one who nodded at that. Then, he embraced my legs around his waist and lifted me. After a moment, he was seated on the straw while I straddled him.

"Mmmnnnn, how did you do that?" I asked, following the question with a pleasurable moan.

What I was referring to was how, in a simple manner, he managed to change our position without withdrawing from inside me. Marius kissed me before answering.

"It's a waste of time to take it out," he said, holding my waist and pushing it.

"Shit!" was my initial reaction to what he did. But Marius didn't stop there. He repeated the action and continued as if without any hesitation.

"Damn!" I exclaimed.

The pleasure during those moments was extraordinary. Since I was seated on his lap, and his manhood was fully inside me, it repeatedly touched and grazed the sensitive part at the pinnacle of my womanhood. That sensation transported me to the heights of ecstasy over and over.

"Just follow my lead, sweetheart," Marius whispered to me and then kissed my shoulder.

I did as Marius instructed. Afterward, he brushed aside the hair that clung to my right breast.

"They are perfect," Marius expressed desire in his tone while gazing at my left and right breasts. After that, he sensually traced the tip with his warm tongue, causing me to moan instantly.

"Mmmmnnnn…." I sighed, closing my eyes.

"Did you like that?" he asked in a possessive tone that echoed in my ears.

I nodded repeatedly. Then, with breaths still catching up, I opened my mouth to speak.

"Do that again, please," I pleaded.

As he often did, Marius didn't hold back. He repeated the sweet torture on the tips of my breasts until they were both thoroughly caressed.

"Keep moving, sweetheart," Marius instructed momentarily, pausing his actions on my breast.

I willingly followed his desires. I continued the movements, not only because of what he said but also because I didn't want the otherworldly pleasure I was experiencing to stop or be interrupted at that moment.

Marius still held my waist, his hand acting as the support and resembling the driver holding the steering wheel. In other words, even if I was on top, my boyfriend remained in control of everything we were doing.

He still maintained dominance, and that was perfectly fine with me. I enjoyed it because, while earlier I was experiencing pleasure at level seven, now I felt like I had reached level eight.

Yes, I knew that the highest level, level ten, was within my grasp, and I would patiently await the approach to and attainment of that level.

A few moments later, I found myself completely lost in the throes of passion, my senses overtaken by the intensity of the moment. It was as though my waist had developed a mind of its own, moving with a fluidity and grace that seemed almost supernatural. With each subtle motion, I felt myself drawing closer to Marius, our connection deepening with every passing second.

"God, you are so fucking sexy!" Marius's words reverberated with desire, sending shivers down my spine and igniting a fire within me that burned hotter with each passing moment. His touch upon my waist only served to fuel the flames of passion, intensifying the sensations that coursed through my body.

I was consumed by a wave of heat as Marius's hand caressed my waist, his touch electrifying and exhilarating all at once. And then, in a move that caught me off guard, he shifted his position, granting me the opportunity to further explore the depths of our connection.

"Sam, damn, I'm going crazy over your sexiness," Marius's words were filled with fervent admiration, his hand now tracing a path of sensual delight across my left breast.

At that moment, I felt an overwhelming surge of desire, my heart racing with anticipation as our passion continued to unfold.