“SENSUAL SATISFACTION 3”

Just as often happens to me, I literally found myself gaping as if struck by lightning because of what Marius was doing. I could feel his hot tongue on my vagina, sending an electrifying surge through every fiber of my being.

"Oh, goodness, keep going!" | commanded Marius.

Unable to contain myself, I opted to lower my head onto the sofa and close my eyes. My entire body was trembling. But what Marius was doing felt so good.

Even just thinking about it repeatedly made me curse countless times.

I was gasping for breath. I moaned again as Marius continued to thrust his tongue into my vagina. Until I couldn't take it anymore. My hands moved on their own, carefully pulling Marius closer.

What I did was like giving Marius a signal to give me a more intense seduction. And at that point, he surprised me again with a thrilling thrust. It lasted long as if he was trying to extract every bit of essence he could from within me.

I wasn't content with just pulling on Marius' hair anymore. I also wrapped my legs around his neck in sheer ecstasy. I was no longer in my right mind. The only thing that prevailed in me was the indescribable pleasure my partner was bestowing upon me.

"I think you are ready, sweetheart," Marius whispered as he paused, gazing into my eyes.

I continued to catch my breath as I gazed at him.

"Yes!" That's what I replied.

Marius’ lips curled up, then he leaned in and kissed me passionately on the lips. Once again, I tasted myself on his mouth, and it only fueled my desire to be

with him even more.

"God, I missed this. I missed you claiming me and my body, Marius," I whispered again as I gently caressed his handsome face.

As I looked into Marius' eyes, I saw them sparkle. It was evident that he liked what I said, and my heart

was pleased with that.

Marius' renewed claim on my lips was like a gentle yet assertive dance, a precursor to his careful entry into me. In that moment, he gave me two reasons to release a sound: the exquisite pleasure of his touch and the overwhelming desire that surged within me.

However, any sound that escaped my lips was muffled between our soft, intertwined mouths.

My eyes widened in surprise and anticipation as Marius began to move, his movements deliberate and confident. It wasn't easy for me to adjust to the size and strength of Marius after over a year since our last intimate encounter. The memory of his touch had lingered in my mind, but the reality of it was almost overwhelming.

"Oh dear! It's been a year!" The thought echoed in my mind, a mix of disbelief and excitement.

Despite the passage of time, Marius remained a master of pleasuring me. His every touch, every movement, was calculated to elicit the most exquisite responses from me. And in that moment, as I surrendered to the pleasure and the familiarity of his touch, I couldn't help but marvel at his continued ability to ignite such intense passion within me.

One year. I think that’s reason enough for me to give in to what my body is asking for. And that’s why I’m here now.

“Ooohhhh…”

I had a chance to breathe when Marius released my lips. I held onto his shoulders tightly, feeling the intense heat of his muscles that used to be the source of my strength.

“Yes! Oh, please, fuck me, mmmnnnn…” I commanded.

I was really turned on. And in those moments, all I wanted was for Marius to thoroughly pound me with his manhood.

“God, I’m so hungry for you, Marius! Mmmnnnn… More please, give me more!” I exclaimed again, followed unintentionally by a long but gentle moan that I knew would affect the young man’s masculinity.

Marius didn’t respond. Instead, he began to apply a slight pressure with each of his penetrations.

Each withdrawal and thrust by Marius was done carefully, as if his manhood and my femininity were having a conversation of their own.

It was so pleasurable.

Gentle yet sensual. A style that I absolutely adored. “Oh, Marius you are so gentle yet so fucking sensual and I love it. God, mmmnnn… I missed you hardness hiting my core!”

I continued while pulling his neck to claim his lips.

Marius responded to my kiss. Meanwhile, he continued his gentle thrusts into my eager and hungry femininity.

“How many rounds do you think you can handle?” Marius asked me between breaths as he released me from his kisses.

I bit my lower lip and began to match Marius’s gentle movements. I tried my best to meet every sensation he gave me, in a way that wasn’t easy for me but I managed.

“Mmmmnnnn… Please don’t ask… I missed you, and I know you’ve missed this too,” I replied, reaching for Marius’s face again and caressing it.

Marius didn’t respond further. Instead, he continued what he was doing. He seemed like he was doing push-ups on top of me. And I liked that.

The sofa was comfortable, and his movements on top of it not only added to the pleasure of his thrusts but also sparked erotic thoughts in my mind about how beautiful we looked while making love on it.

“Deep, please, go deep,” I commanded Marius, while simultaneously caressing his muscular and firm chest with seduction and anticipation.

Marius didn’t reply. Instead, he moved swiftly and managed to change our position within moments. Soon enough, I was straddling his lap, and Marius achieved this without needing to withdraw his manhood from inside me.

As I lost myself in a fierce and loud moan, I felt a shudder in Marius’s embrace as I looked at him. I gripped his neck weakly and leaned into him, my fingers absentmindedly tangling in his hair. I could feel his hot hand pressing against my lower back.

“M-Marius!”

With a tone of protest, those were the words that escaped me as I released myself from his embrace. But it was too late. Our eyes met, and he lifted my hips again, repositioning me on top of him. Consequently, he thrust his manhood deep inside me once more.

My lips parted in astonishment. I was so surprised by Marius’s sudden move that I couldn’t even prepare for it momentarily. And since I was speechless, he repeated the action. Slowly, I began to adapt to his style, which took me to heights I hadn’t experienced in over a year.