He grunted into her neck, barely holding on to his sanity.
She gasped out his name at a higher pitch and with an increasing urgency. “Yom! Yom!Yom!”
Until her pussy seized around him, binding him in her pleasure.
For a moment. For one reasonable moment, he thought that maybe he could hold on to the ledge while she fell over it alone, her orgasm milking his cock.
But then she leaned back to look up at him, her eyes shining with awe. “Is it supposed to feel this good?” she asked, her voice small and innocent.
Yom lost his mind.
Shoving into her so hard, mindlessly trying to crawl inside of her. Then, there came an unholy quiet.
A complete absence of sound and sight that lasted for seconds… minutes… years?
How long was he there?
He would never be able to say.
But when he came to, his ears were ringing, and he found himself paralyzed, his body completely seized up as he jetted ropes upon ropes of cum into her pussy.
Yom wasn’t a virgin, but this felt like coming for the very first time.
It was a good thing he hadn’t bothered with a condom. He didn’t see how that little bit of latex could withstand this assault.
By the time his muscles unlocked, what had been a small measure of moisture between them had become a pool of his ejaculate, caking her thighs, running in rivulets from where they were joined.
Yom collapsed on top of her soft body, like someone exorcised.
But he only let himself stay there for a moment. Not wanting to crush her, he lifted up to give her room to breathe. Then pulled out of her with a vulgar squelching sound that jolted Lydia from her own blissful state.
“Wow,” she said, sitting up on her forearms to blink down at the mess he’d made of her.Her pretty pastel panties were now dark pink, filthy, and soaked in his seed.Her barekiska, dribbling cum.
“I should…” She sat up with an embarrassed look. “I should, I should go take a shower.”
“Da, I always take shower before I sleep,” Yom agreed as she fully sat up. “But…”
He caught her by the arm.
“It is not time to sleep. The night is not over yet,zayka.” He pulled her back down to him. “And I am not done making everything up to you.”
Lydia
Make it up to me,he did.
I walked into my hotel room a virgin, but Yom started teaching me the real meaning of words I’d only seen before.
Instead of showering right away, I learned what it felt like to have someonecream pieinside of me, then play with the mess he’d made between my legs while he lazily sucked on my breasts, lathing each one with attention.
“Oh, Yom! Oh Yom!” My breaths came faster and faster as the ball of his palm pressed hard into my clit while hefinger bangedme with the first two digits of his right hand.
The room filled with the wet, sloppy sound of him sucking my breast while working my pussy until I came—so hard, I completely forgot about taking a shower.
The warm tingle ofafterglowsettled over me like a warm blanket, and I fell asleep against Yom’s chest.
Only to wake up sometime later in the night with Yom’s dark head between my thighs. The tux was gone. He wore nothingbut a pair of black briefs, and his back muscles rippled in the shadows of the dimly lit room as he devoured me below.
How long had he been down there? Instead of feeling alarmed, warm sensations washed over me like lazy lake waves.
