Real passion - part I.

She smoothed the black lace over her hips and checked the mirror again. The lingerie hugged her curves exactly how she wanted. Blond hair cascaded over one shoulder. He would be here any minute, and the ache between her legs had already started. When the door opened, she didn’t waste time. She dropped to her knees and took him straight into her mouth, swallowing every inch until her lips met skin. He growled, hand gripping her ass, fingers digging into soft flesh. She sucked harder, throat working around him, spit running down her chin. He pulled her hair and thrust deeper, and she took it, wet sounds echoing in the quiet room. He bent her over the bed. The first thrust came fast, stretching her ass open. She gasped, pushing back, greedy for more. He slammed into her again, harder, skin slapping skin. She felt herself open wider with each stroke. Later, when he had her on her back, legs spread wide, he worked two fingers into her soaked pussy while his cock stayed buried in her ass. She moaned, body shaking, caught between the pressure of both. He moved in steady rhythm, fucking her deep, filling her completely, her moans getting louder every time he bottomed out.