I lay over her and we kissed endlessly, my hands traced up, sqeezing both of her boobs under me.
"Ahh..." Mrs. Elora let out a soft moan, her breath hot against my lips. Then, in one quick move, she flipped us—pushing me flat on my back and climbing on top.
Our mouths didn't break apart, lips locked and hungry, the bed creaking under the shift. Her fingers fumbled with the buttons on her collar, popping it open, then yanked her dress down past her shoulders. Her boobs spilled out, bare and bouncing a little as the fabric fell away.
My hands shot up fast, grabbing them—soft and warm under my palms, like melons I couldn't quite wrap around. They were big, but not quite as full as Aeri's, a thought that flicked through my head before I shoved it aside.
She leaned down, her blonde hair brushing my chest, and tugged my t-shirt up, bunching it under my arms. Her lips hit my stomach, kissing slow and wet, then she dragged her tongue up in a long, hot line. When she reached my nipples, she licked them, teasing with little flicks.
"Ahh..." I groaned, the sensation sharp and sensitive, sending a jolt through me.
"Like that?" she murmured, smirking against my skin.
"Yeah-" I said but she didn't wait for an answer—just pulled my shirt off all the way, tossing it to the floor. Her mouth moved to my neck, kissing hard enough to leave a mark, then back to my lips, diving in deep.
Her hands slid down my chest, fingers working fast as she undid my belt with a soft *clink*. The zipper came next, tugged down quick, and she slipped her hand inside my pants, rubbing me over my underwear. I could feel myself straining against her touch, already hard.
She broke the kiss and slid lower, trailing her lips down my stomach again, leaving a path of wet heat. Her hands yanked my pants down, then my underwear, peeling them off in one go. My dick sprang free, hard and ready, and she froze for a second, her face flushing red, eyes wide like she hadn't expected it.
"You have no idea," she said, her voice low and a little shaky, "how much I've been thinking about what your dick must be like." She reached out, stroking it gentle but firm, her fingers wrapping around me like she was testing it out.
I grinned, propping myself up on my elbows. "Hope you love it," I said, keeping it light even as my pulse kicked up.
She didn't answer—just leaned in, rubbing her cheek against it, soft and warm, like she was savoring it. Then she kissed the side, slow and deliberate, her lips brushing along the length of my hard cock before her tongue darted out, licking with this quiet affection that hit me hard.
"Ahh..." I moaned, my head tipping back, a gulp stuck in my throat as the sensation rolled through me.
The red lights above us flickered, casting shadows over her blonde hair, and the opera music hummed low, mixing with the sound of my own ragged breathing.
Her touch was like a live wire, sparking through me, especially when she licked along the sides of my dick, slow and teasing.
"Ahh..." I moaned, my voice rough, head tipping back against the pillow. Then she pressed a soft kiss right on the tip, her lips warm and wet, before opening her mouth and taking me in.
My dick slid inside, and it hit me like a wave—hot, tight, her tongue brushing me as she sucked.
"Arghhh..." I groaned, eyes squeezing shut, my hands clenching the sheets for a second. She started moving, her head bobbing up and down on its own, setting a rhythm that had me dizzy.
Her tongue twirled around me, swirling in little circles, and it was almost too much. I reached out, grabbing her blonde hair, brushing it back from her face, my fingers tangling in the strands.
My hips started shaking, a shiver running up my spine as I got close. I couldn't help it—pushed up into her mouth, one hand holding her head steady.
"Arggghh... feels so good, Mrs. Elora..." I said, my voice hoarse, barely getting the words out as she worked me over.
The wet *gwak gwak* sounds filled the room, her mouth slick with saliva, dripping down her chin as she took me deeper.
"ARGHH FUCK!" I gritted my teeth, my grip tightening in her hair, pulling it into a messy ponytail. The pressure built fast, and I hit my peak—my dick throbbed hard, and with one last push, I let go, releasing everything inside her mouth.
The orgasm hit strong, a rush of heat as I poured thick cum past her lips, my whole body tensing up. She didn't pull away, just took it all, her mouth full as I emptied out.
She slid off slow, my dick slipping free with a soft pop, and tilted her head up to look at me.
Her lips stayed closed, cheeks puffed a little, filled with the cum I just gave her. Her face was flushed, sweat beading on her forehead, and we both sat there, catching our breath—mine ragged, hers quick and shallow.
Then she swallowed, a hard *gulp* as it all went down, and flashed me a small, satisfied smile, her eyes glinting under the red lights.
I lay there, still catching my breath, my mind spinning a little. Usually, women like her—worked up and in heat—strip down fast, spread their legs, and beg me to fuck them right off the bat. But Mrs. Elora? She went straight for my dick, no hesitation, diving in to give me a blowjob like that was the main event. Maybe she just craved it in her mouth, or maybe that's what gets her on the most. I don't know, and honestly, I don't care much. I've got the whole night with her—plenty of time to fuck her, however she wants it.