In the dimly lit room, the air was thick with the heavy, eager breaths of Robert and Aunt Maria. Their moans of ahhhh mingled with the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains.
"Ah, Maria, what do you think about losing your virginity before marriage to my cock? That gives me every right to be your husband, right? Let's play husband and wife today. I'm your husband, and you are my wife. I will give your body the pleasure it needs."
Robert whispered, his warm breath tickling her ear.
"Do you feel the heat of your husband's cock? The night is far from over. We have the entire night ahead. Don't worry, I won't end this soon."
His gaze drifted down to her blouse, hunger igniting in his eyes. He longed to touch her breasts, to feel them, to worship them. Maria quickly protested, her voice tinged with both fear and anticipation.
"Robert, stop this immediately!" she pleaded, her chest heaving beneath the thin fabric of her blouse.
"I can't. Let's enjoy the moment, babe." He growled, his hands already reaching for her, pressing against her chest with a possessive grip.
Maria gasped, her body arching into the touch despite her protests.
"Ahhh! Robert, don't touch my chest... stop!" The sound ripped from her throat as his fingers unbuttoned her blouse, tracing into her soft flesh, teasing the hard peaks of her nipples hidden beneath her bra.
Today, she wore a sheer bra. Her nipples were visible through the fabric. His hands moved to cup her breasts, fingers circling her nipples, pinching them just enough to make her cry out again.
"Ahhhh! Robert, don't fondle my nipples... stop using your fingers... nooo." Maria's voice was breathy, her body trembling beneath his touch.
Robert couldn't resist any longer. He leaned in, capturing one dampened nipple between his lips, sucking through the fabric.
Smash! Pop! Slap! The sounds of his hungry mouth echoed in the room as he licked and nibbled, leaving her bra wet, nipples, hard aching peaks.
"Maria..." Robert panted, his voice thick with desire. "I've jerked off so many times thinking about sucking your breasts, but nothing compares to this. Watching you, tasting you... feeling you. These nipples are mine now, and I will never allow anyone to taste them." He groaned, flicking his tongue over the damp fabric, his hands kneading her breasts as if they were ripe fruit.
His fingers hooked under the fabric, slowly dragging it down to expose her perky, rosy nipples. His breath hitched. He'd fantasized about this moment for so long.
"Mmm, perfect... your nipples are pink like melons.... just what I want.... holy shit.... just look at the juggle... This breast is mine now." Robert murmured before diving in, his mouth sealing around one taut peak.
Slurp! Suck! Lick! He devoured her, his tongue swirling around her nipple before moving to the other, sucking and nipping until Maria's moans turned into a steady, breathy..."ahhhhh... Robert, stop sucking my nipples... your tongue... noo... not your teeth... stopp..."
Her body trembled beneath him, a deep, rolling orgasm welling up from his relentless attention. He clenched her breasts in his hands, squeezing and rolling her nipples between his fingers for long, torturous minutes. His mouth never left her, his tongue painting her chest with wet trails of saliva.
"Oh goddess, Robert, stop this game, Robert! My nipples are sensitive already, please stop... aghhh... no... don't press hard... noooo!" Maria moaned.
Robert's desires were far from satisfied. His lips trailed down her chest, his tongue tracing wagon tracks toward her belly button. He hesitated, then did something unbidden something forbidden. Scooping out a spoonful of melted ice cream, he smeared it beneath her arms, watching as the cold liquid dripped down her skin.
Maria yelped, her body tensing. "Robert—ew! Don't... ah... don't lick there!" she protested, but the words dissolved into a moan as his tongue flicked out, licking the sweet cream from her flesh.
The taste of her, the wrongness of it, sent a thrill down his spine. "Your skin tastes very good here. I don't even need ice cream to be served on a cup. Your body is enough," he teased, his tongue lapping at her skin like a man drowning. "Don't worry, I'll clean you with my mouth everywhere."
With a wicked grin, he flicked his tongue against her nipple, now slick with ice cream, teasing her with slow, deliberate strokes. Maria whimpered, her body shuddering as his tongue traced circles around the hardened peak before moving to the other.
Her moans grew louder, her hips arching toward him as his mouth moved lower. He teased her with the cold metal of the spoon, tapping it against her nipples.
Clink! Tap! Slap!
Maria gasped, her back arching off the bed as pleasure shot through her. "Ah! Aah! Robert, please!... stop, it's making my body hot," she begged, her voice trembling with need.
Robert greedily trailed kisses down her stomach, his hands sliding her panties down her thighs. "Time for dessert, it's here," he growled, positioning himself between her legs. He dove in, his tongue lashing against her wet folds with relentless hunger.
Lap! Smear! Suck!
Maria's moans exploded through the room, her legs trembling as he lapped at her, his tongue delving deep inside before flicking her clit. He couldn't get enough of her taste, her scent, the way she writhed beneath him.
"Ahhhh! Ohh my God, Robert! Don't lick, don't lick there! My body is sensitive," she cried, her body tensing as she neared the edge.
But just as her climax crashed over her, Robert pulled back, leaving her gasping. "Not yet, my love," he murmured, his voice rough with need. "This night isn't over."
Maria's eyes glittered with desire as he hovered over her, his erection prodding at her slick entrance.
"Just... what... ahhh, are you going to do?" she panted, her voice shaking.
His answer was a wicked grin before he thrust forward with a growl, his cock kissing her pussy
You will know soon.....
...To be continued...