Aurora crawled on top of Sandro, never letting him out of her mouth, then began taking him in until she was gagging with him past her tonsils, now up until her pursed lips were kissing him again, each time her mouth feeling each ridge and vein and hair, until she knew his cock by heart and could know in advance what she would feel in the next second, and the next.

Sandro flipped them over, he now on top, spreading her legs wide, his tongue piercing her lips, searching for her hot spot, stuffing her full of his tongue and fingers, opening her wider, his tongue between her ass cheeks, licking her there, a finger probing gently, “Just the tip, my love, … , for now,” and then he licked there, his tongue pushing in, soft and warm, listening to her moaning, her mouth filled with him.

He knelt beside her, pulling her up onto her knees, leaned to her and sucked her nipple, bit it until her moan became a series of small cries, his teeth holding her there as she tried to back away. He pulled her to him, sucking gently now, his tongue swirling around the bruised bud. His hand went to her head, he kissed her, their tongues tasting of sex, pulled her to him and down, then held her head in both hands as he fucked her mouth, deep, and Aurora was gagging, coughing, then groaning as she felt the torrent flood her mouth, now trying to swallow, Sandro pulling away, his strings of cum splattering on her face, then her tits and belly.

They were laying together, both wet with his cum, which was beginning to dry. “We’ll be glued together, Sandro,” when her phone chimed. He glanced to her. “I should answer it or he’ll think I’m in trouble,” and she went to her clothes, got it, opened it.

“Yes, I’m fine, I’ll be home in an hour.” Sandro watched her, so calm as she spoke with her husband, naked, covered with his cum, her hair disheveled, her face glowing with sated lust. He saw her smile as she listened to what her husband had to say.

“Oh, that’s too bad. Well, I’ll see you when you get back then. Don’t forget to have something to eat. Ciao, Dan.” She turned to Sandro. “He’s out of town, has to stay until tomorrow, or maybe longer.” Her smile told him she was not disappointed at the news. (Of course, Aurora knew, by the sound of the background, that Dan was not out of town, but was, in fact, at home.)

– – – 4 – – –

Aurora came to him, her lush body beautiful in the moonlight that filled the room through the open curtains, her long auburn hair brushing her shoulders, her dark nipples tilting upward and slightly outward, her belly firm beneath the soft flesh, her pussy dark with her natural bush, her legs long and shapely.

“You heard?” Sandro nodded, smiling. “Now, can I have you inside me one more time before we sleep, or must I leave now?” She crawled up to him on the bed, like a giant cat about to pounce on her prey, and he could smell her, the remnants of her perfume mingled with the aroma of her pussy, and the pungent scent of her cunt cream mixed with his fluids, and her sweat. An intoxicating mixture, an aphrodisiac, to be sure. Despite their almost non-stop sex he was beginning to get hard again, and straining his muscles he was able to give a little twitch, which didn’t escape Aurora’s watchful eyes.