TheLadyIsAVamp
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Jun 10, 2020
- Location
- United Kingdom
Name: Will
Location: Bedroom
Tag: @Island Gwen (Briana)
The sound of Briana's laughter was as thrilling as the act that had caused it. He chuckled against her skin, an unspoken understanding seeming to pass between them in that moment. Neither of them cared about returning to their partners marked. If anything, they both revelled in the idea. The realisation was intoxicating, the opportunities it presented for rough and passionate play almost unlimited. There was no need for either of them to hold back their desires with each other, although to try felt like it would have been futile. Briana sparked something primal within him that couldn't be repressed.
Yet it seemed the spark was far from one-sided. The look of sheer pleasure on Briana's face as he worshipped her breasts told him all he needed to know about how much she was thriving on this. He had no idea what her relationship with her husband was like, but he could tell that she was getting something from this that she didn't normally receive. The joy of pleasuring a body other than his wife's was intoxicating. Briana's breasts were different to those he was used to - fuller, firmer and utterly beautiful. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Will was realising that Briana had what to him was the perfect female body, one carefully looked after and honed through exercise just like his own.
He caught her nipple between his teeth and gave it a tug before flicking his tongue against it. The tease of her arm resting against his cock through his trousers was skillfully done, making him crave her touch even more without ever giving it to him. A devilish smirk formed on his lips as he kissed and bit down her abdomen, down to where her dress had pooled at her waist, letting her think he might be able to go even lower before standing up fully again and gripping her dress. Realising his earlier mistake, he pulled it up and over her head, casting it to the floor and pressing himself against her again. Never before had his clothes felt so much like they were in the way, nor had he desired so intensely for a lover to rip them off his body.
His eyes met with hers, a fresh blaze of passion passing between them, and a moment later he was kissing her again while grapsing her hips and backing her up towards the bed.
Location: Bedroom
Tag: @Island Gwen (Briana)
The sound of Briana's laughter was as thrilling as the act that had caused it. He chuckled against her skin, an unspoken understanding seeming to pass between them in that moment. Neither of them cared about returning to their partners marked. If anything, they both revelled in the idea. The realisation was intoxicating, the opportunities it presented for rough and passionate play almost unlimited. There was no need for either of them to hold back their desires with each other, although to try felt like it would have been futile. Briana sparked something primal within him that couldn't be repressed.
Yet it seemed the spark was far from one-sided. The look of sheer pleasure on Briana's face as he worshipped her breasts told him all he needed to know about how much she was thriving on this. He had no idea what her relationship with her husband was like, but he could tell that she was getting something from this that she didn't normally receive. The joy of pleasuring a body other than his wife's was intoxicating. Briana's breasts were different to those he was used to - fuller, firmer and utterly beautiful. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Will was realising that Briana had what to him was the perfect female body, one carefully looked after and honed through exercise just like his own.
He caught her nipple between his teeth and gave it a tug before flicking his tongue against it. The tease of her arm resting against his cock through his trousers was skillfully done, making him crave her touch even more without ever giving it to him. A devilish smirk formed on his lips as he kissed and bit down her abdomen, down to where her dress had pooled at her waist, letting her think he might be able to go even lower before standing up fully again and gripping her dress. Realising his earlier mistake, he pulled it up and over her head, casting it to the floor and pressing himself against her again. Never before had his clothes felt so much like they were in the way, nor had he desired so intensely for a lover to rip them off his body.
His eyes met with hers, a fresh blaze of passion passing between them, and a moment later he was kissing her again while grapsing her hips and backing her up towards the bed.