You want me. You stare at me on the other side of the table. The dinner is over, the lights are out. But you want dessert. As much as you can get.
Your eyes bore into me with rushes of fierce animal desire. You stand next to the corner of the table, in a full-length white dress, cut incredibly low to show off your prodigious cleavage. I stand on the other side, in a black suit and tie. Your facial expression is clear: You're in charge here.
"Come here to me, NOW!!"
The door to the outside is open, letting in a pleasant breeze as I slowly walk towards you. I anticipate the thrill of your commands, but I dare not show it on my face. I walk up until we're face to face on her side.
You put on a domineering voice: "I want you to give me wild, hot animal sex. No holds barred. Make me come harder than you ever thought possible!"
As soon as the last words are out of your mouth, we grasp one another and start furiously kissing, your mouth sucking the tongue out of mine. Absent-mindedly, I take a finger and move it towards your ample breasts. I start at the top of your cleavage, and move my finger down your chest to the bottom of your breasts. You shudder a little, both in ecstasy and the slight chill from the breeze.
I rush my hand to the swell of your breast through the fabric of your dress. I find your nipple, and rub it through the fabric with thumb and forefinger, working it up to its full length. I pinch your nipples just enough to make you yelp with the slightest bit of pain as you start moaning in please through our kissing.
I start kissing down your cheek and the side of your neck. I nibble your earlobe a couple of times to make you feel pleasure and pain all over. You reach down to my belt, slowly moving further until you find my cock, already hard, hot, and throbbing against my leg. You take your thumb and move it under the shaft, almost making me lose concentration.
I take one of your breasts out and start suckling at your nipple like the hungriest baby. I create suction with my mouth, rolling my tongue in circles around your nipple, running my top teeth along it as I continue to stimulate. You start gently stroking my shaft, hot pre-come already oozing from my aching pole.
I turn you around and start nibbling the back of your neck, as my hands lift up your jacket and your blouse, fumbling for your bra as I quake with urgent desire. Working carefully, I get your bra off, jerk it off your body, and fling it across the room. I turn you around, furiously taking off your jacket off and start fumbling with the buttons on your blouse, trying to get it off while occasionally sucking and biting your nipple. You're also trembling as you take off my suit coat and tie, trying to unbutton my shirt.
Both of us start letting out gasps and light moans, barely able to physically cope with such torrid foreplay. I kiss up and down the length of your belly, as my hand floats up inside your skirt. Your underwear is already dripping from your fierce desire. I move up and find your clit through the fabric, erect and throbbing, aching for my touch. I rub it gently; your head dips low and you start letting out deep guttural tones,. expressing a level of pleasure you never expected,
I rip off your panties and put you on the edge of the table. I grab a chair and spread your legs so I can put my face right up to your essence. Your intense arousal and desire combine to create an animalistic scent of wanting, to be taken and marked as mine, your feminine core wanting me to blast my manly seed deep inside you
I take my lips and gently kiss your labia, making circles around it to tease you ever so slightly. Your moans get louder and you urge me on further. I start to penetrate you with my rolled-up tongue, getting doused in your womanly desire as it flows like a small river out of your vagina. I put two fingers on your clit and start rubbing slowly, your moaning showing immediate approval.
Your hips starting lifting off the table in extreme pleasure as I rub your clit harder and start licking your pussy randomly from one part to another, tasting your womanly fluids with each inch. You put your hands on the back on my head and push it towards your waiting feminine core with increasing force. You buck like an untamed bronco as you make low primal sounds from the back of your throat, your pleasure almost too much to bear. Suddenly, you tile back and start screaming at the top of your lungs as the waves if climax pound you harder and harder like a tidal wave each time. I keep rubbing your clit, and I can feel your vagina clenching almost violently as you reach the peak of your orgasm.