Marisol and Jesus had always dreamed of visiting Paris, the city of love, and now they were finally here. Their second honeymoon was turning out to be even more romantic than the first. They spent their days wandering hand in hand through the cobbled streets, taking in the sights, sounds, and smells of this magical city.

On their second night, however, the weather had other plans. The sky opened up and rain poured down, forcing them to stay indoors. At first, Marisol was disappointed. She had planned to take a romantic stroll along the Seine, but as she looked out at the rain-soaked streets, she felt a thrill of excitement. She turned to Jesus, a mischievous glint in her eye.

"Looks like we're stuck here for the night," she said, her voice low and sultry. "What do you think we should do to pass the time?"

Jesus looked at her, his eyes darkening with desire. He knew exactly what she was suggesting. He stepped closer to her, his hands reaching out to cup her face. "I can think of a few things," he murmured, before pressing his lips against hers in a passionate kiss.

Marisol melted into him, her body responding to his touch. She could feel his hardness pressing against her, and she moaned softly into his mouth. She wanted him, needed him, and she wasn't going to let a little rain stop her.

Jesus pulled away, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He looked into Marisol's eyes, seeing the same desire reflected there. He took her hand and led her to the bed, their clothes falling away in a trail behind them.

Marisol lay back on the bed, her body naked and exposed to Jesus's gaze. She felt a thrill of excitement as he looked at her, his eyes roaming over her curves. She knew she was beautiful, and she loved the way he looked at her.

Jesus climbed onto the bed, his body covering hers. He kissed her again, his tongue exploring her mouth as his hands roamed over her body. Marisol moaned, her hands tangling in his hair as she arched her back, pressing herself against him.

He gently moved her so that she was on top of him positioning themselves so that they were in a 69 position. Marisol moaned as Jesus's tongue found her clit, licking and sucking it while she continued to suck his cock. They were lost in each other, their bodies moving in perfect rhythm as they pleasured each other. Jesus continued to work her with his tongue, his fingers sliding inside her, filling her up.

Marisol couldn't wait any longer and soon had Jesus's massive cock in her mouth. She took in its size, marveling at how it twitched and pulsed in her hand. She couldn't wait to taste it.

Marisol leaned in and took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock. She sucked him deep, her lips sliding up and down his shaft. Jesus moaned, his hands tangling in her hair.

Marisol loved sucking his cock, the way it filled her mouth and made her feel alive. She took him deeper, gagging slightly as he hit the back of her throat. Jesus groaned, his hips bucking against her.

Marisol sucked him harder, her head bobbing up and down. She could feel him getting close, his cock swelling in her mouth. She sucked harder, her lips tight around his shaft.

Jesus groaned, his cock pulsing in her mouth. Marisol felt him come, his hot cum filling her mouth. Marisol cried out, her body shaking as she came, her pussy clenching around his fingers. She swallowed every drop of his cum, licking him clean. She spread the top of his cock on her lips and licked off every drop of cum.

After a while, Marisol couldn't take it any longer. She climbed on top of Jesus, straddling him and guiding his cock inside her. She rode him hard, her hips grinding against his as she took him deep inside her. Jesus reached up and cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples as she rode him. He slid a hand between them, finding her clit and rubbing it in time with her movements.

Marisol was close, her moans growing louder and more frequent. Jesus could feel her pussy tightening around his cock, and he knew she was about to come. He increased the pressure on her clit, and Marisol threw her head back and screamed as she came hard, her orgasm ripping through her body.

But Jesus wasn't done yet. He moved back up her body, his hard cock pressing against her entrance. Marisol looked up at him, her eyes dark with desire. "Fuck me," she whispered, her voice low and husky. He rolled Marisol over onto her stomach and lifted her hips, positioning himself behind her. He entered her from behind, his cock sliding deep inside her as she moaned in pleasure. He grabbed her hips and started fucking her hard, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through her body.

Marisol was in heaven, her body moving in time with Jesus's as he fucked her from behind. She could feel another orgasm building, her pussy clenching around his cock as he drove into her. Jesus could feel it too, and he increased his pace, fucking her harder and faster until she came again, her screams of pleasure filling the room.

Jesus couldn't hold back any longer. He pulled out of Marisol and came all over her back, his hot load covering her skin and almost reaching her hair. Marisol collapsed onto the bed, her body spent and satisfied.

They lay there for a moment, their bodies entwined, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Marisol looked up at Jesus, a satisfied smile on her face. "That was amazing," she whispered.

Jesus grinned down at her, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Just wait until we get to the Eiffel Tower," he said, his voice low and teasing.

Marisol laughed, her body still humming with pleasure. She couldn't wait to see what other adventures they would have in this city of love.