The rain came down outside the bedroom window. Rhythmic and soothing, droplets caressing the night. Melodic and continuous, the falling rain licked the evening away. Candles flickered in the darkness, vaguely illuminating the room. A bottle of wine and two empty glasses sat on the bedside table. Clothes were strewn around carelessly. The bed they lay in was filled with escalating passion. Lavender scented candles displayed a scene of warmth and intensity. Her toes curled and she jumped as he spanked her firm ass.
She yearned for his touch. Lying down face first on the bed, handcuffed and blindfolded; filled only with suspense, but she yearned to be filled with something more. A finger entered her from behind and she moaned at his touch. He explored her wet little hole with a single finger at first and then two as he pushed her head down harder into the pillow in front of her.
He firmly grabbed her ass and spanked her with vigor and intent, only for her to moan more, simply filled with bliss from his firm touch. One finger slid in, then two, filling her up even more. His tongue graced her thigh, trailing from one first, and to the other. A gentle bite on her ass followed by more spanking, two fingers deep into her pussy. It was all for her, this night, his touch, the candles and the ambiance. All this pleasure was for her to enjoy.
She moved her ass up and down to the rhythm of his fingering. “More,” she begged in time for his tongue to grace her pussy.
Two fingers deep, with his tongue inside her her and his hand firmly caressing her beautiful clit; all these sensations she enjoyed, smiling, moaning and begging. She needed to be filled up, licked, pleased and touched. He reached around to grab her breasts while he tasted her wetness. Flicking and pinching her perfect little nipples, squeezing her breasts with a lust in his eyes, which were closed while he licked up and down her clit. She was getting wetter and he was getting even harder.