1. Sinnerman


    Date: 11/8/2015, Categories: Seduction, Author: LeCygneNoir, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

    Exhausted, you find yourselves sitting under the ledge, facing each other. You grab the bottle of champagne, only to realize that it's almost empty. "You might as well finish it," she says, pouting. With an inspiration, you take her other foot into yours hands, caressing it, carefully removing her left shoe. She bites her lip. Good sign. You present the shoe over and she pours the last of the champagne into it. She looks at you with a renewed, curious intensity as you start drinking slowly from her heel. It's the best champagne you've ever had in your life. You feel a strange pressure between your legs, a warmth over all your body. In a moment of eternity, you feel every drop of the precious nectar caress your lips, enter your throat, splash on your chin and drip on the collar of your shirt. You throw the shoe over the ledge of the bridge. The bottle follows. You never hear them fall into the Tiber. When you look back down, both her bare feet are pressed between your legs, caressing a very visible erection. Your eyes cross hers. They are filled with something you didn't expect: a lustful adoration, a craving. Never had such a beautiful woman looked at you in that way. You know your eyes reflect the exact same fire. In a second, Roma is ablaze again. The whole city catching fire, erased from existence as you throw yourself against each other with abandon. There is only this girl and your desire, the desperate passion of your tongues dancing. The cold, dirty pavement you hold ...
    her against turns to embers as you tear down her dress. She is wearing a dark red guêpière made of luxurious laces. Her chest is bare, offered rather than hidden by the slutty lingerie. Her breasts are as perfect as the rest of her figure. Round cups, with nipples as dark as her eyes. Erect. You take one between your lips and she lets out a moan, a cry of pleasure in the night. With a slap, she pushes you away, but the desire hasn't vanished from her eyes. If anything, it's madder now. "Catch me if you can," she whispers, before darting through the night. You chase after her. She is barefoot and half-naked. You're faster, powerful, lustful. You catch her in a small alley not far away. Push her against a stone wall. She resists and lusts for your kisses at the same time. She tries to get away while untying your belt, desperate to feel your member with her hands. So that's what she likes... Your tongues locked in a fight of desire, her hand holding to your manhood, your shoulders hit a wooden door. It opens wide behind you and you fall heavily against a Carrara marble floor. You look at her. She fell too. The street light entering through the open door draws the shadow of her perfect body on the flawless white floor. You rush to her again on all fours, pin her against the hard stone. She wants to roll over you, but only manages to get herself on her belly. You hold her arms firmly at her back, raise her dress over her hips and pull her culotte down to her knees, almost ripping ...
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