Towel Time, Unexpected Guest

The gym had been brutal, leaving me drenched in sweat and aching in muscles I didn't even know I had. As I stepped through the door, the scent of pine cleaner and damp towels assaulted my senses, a small comfort in the aftermath of my workout. I headed for the shower, the hot water a welcome balm against my tired body. Just as I was about to turn on the faucet, a sharp, insistent ring at the doorbell startled me. I glanced at the peephole, expecting a delivery driver, but my breath hitched in my throat as I saw Alia standing there, clutching a small, crumpled piece of paper. She’d forgotten her keys again. Relief washed over me, quickly followed by something else entirely. There was an undeniable spark between us, a magnetic pull that felt both thrilling and terrifying.

With water still streaming down my face, I grabbed a towel and hurried to the door. As I swung it open, my eyes met hers, and a primal heat surged through me. She was genuinely surprised to see me in my state, a mixture of amusement and longing in her gaze. Without a word, I scooped her up, carrying her effortlessly to the sofa. Her legs instinctively wrapped around my waist, her left hand reaching out to grip my wet hair, while my own hands instinctively found the curve of her rear. The air crackled with unspoken desire. We locked lips, a desperate, urgent kiss that tasted of sweat and anticipation. I slammed the door behind me, securing our small, private world before leaning in to suck on her tongue. Her response was immediate, a frantic pull and a guttural moan that sent shivers down my spine.

As the initial frenzy subsided, I gently pushed her off the sofa, my eyes never leaving hers. With a swift movement, I stripped her of her overshirt, revealing a tight, pale blue spaghetti-strapped tank top. The sight of her perfectly round breasts, straining against the fabric, was intoxicating. My own body responded instantly, hardening with a primal need. I knew she felt it too, the unspoken tension hanging heavy in the air. I began to squeeze her tits, slowly, deliberately, enjoying the way her muscles tightened beneath my fingertips. Her eyes closed, a silent plea for more. I intensified my grip, digging my nails into the delicate skin of her nipples, eliciting a sharp, involuntary moan. I twisted and pulled them, teasing her pleasure, then gently released them, savoring the lingering heat. Her responses were becoming more urgent, a desperate need that mirrored my own. My dick hardened, a throbbing testament to the mounting excitement, and I could feel her anticipation building beneath the damp towel covering her legs. A quick glance confirmed my suspicions: she wasn't wearing underwear. The scent of her natural musk and warm juices was both shocking and intensely arousing.

With a decisive move, I pulled her legs up, wrapping them around my waist once more. It felt natural, like a primal dance of dominance and submission. We walked towards the bedroom, the air growing thick with unspoken desires. As we reached the bed, I tossed her onto the covers, her body a perfect curve beneath the sheets. Without hesitation, I pulled down her black tights, revealing her bare legs, glistening with moisture. The sight of her pale skin, stretched taut over her smooth muscles, ignited a fire within me. As I began to suck her pussy, slowly and deliberately, her moans grew louder, a symphony of pleasure and desperation. My hands didn't stop, exploring every inch of her body, gently pinching her nipples and tugging on her sensitive areas. I continued to suck, deepening my rhythm, while simultaneously kneading her breasts, intensifying her pleasure. Random, playful tugs on her nipples elicited brief, desperate squeals, fueling my own arousal. Her juices began to flow freely, a glistening stream that reflected the light from the window. With a swift movement, I inserted my index finger into her G-spot, carefully avoiding any harsh friction, and continued to tease her pleasure, nibbling around the perimeter. The heat radiating from her body was palpable, a tangible wave of desire that threatened to consume me.

Her moans escalated into breathless screams, a desperate plea for release. The heat intensified, building to a fever pitch as she arched her back, her legs trembling with the force of her arousal. Then, finally, she erupted, her body convulsing in a torrent of hot, sticky fluids that soaked into the sheets. As the last of her pleasure washed over her, she collapsed onto the bed, her eyes closed, utterly spent. I grinned, a primal satisfaction filling my chest. Looking at her, I knew she was ready for more. I rose, picked her up by the ass, and carried her towards the bedroom. Once there, I gently placed her on the bed and stripped her completely naked. Her perky nipples jutted out, a blatant invitation to pleasure. Her clean-shaven vagina gleamed under the light, a testament to her recent cleanliness. I pulled her close, her body relaxing against mine, and began to caress her skin, savoring every touch.

As if on cue, she turned her head, her gaze locking with mine. “Now my turn,” she whispered, her voice husky with anticipation. Without hesitation, she grabbed my cock and began to suck it, her tongue tracing every inch of its length, her lips working furiously. She sucked slowly at first, savoring each moment, before gradually increasing her pace, becoming more insistent, more demanding. Simultaneously, she began to ride me, her thighs pressing against mine, creating a powerful, rhythmic pressure. Her grip tightened around my waist, pulling me closer, while her fingers dug into my chest, intensifying the sensation. The combination of these two sensations was overwhelming, a perfect storm of pleasure and dominance. As she continued to suck, I felt my body tingle with anticipation, my cock growing harder and harder with each passing moment.

She eventually broke away from her feeding frenzy, her eyes filled with a playful challenge. She climbed over me, her body landing squarely on my erect member. She began riding me again, this time with even more intensity, her thighs pounding against mine, her breath hot on my skin. Her voice rose in a crescendo of moans and gasps, a testament to her unbridled pleasure. The sound of her jumping and riding my cock—*THAP* *THAP* *THAP* *THAP* *THAP* *THAP*—was both exhilarating and overwhelming. I could barely hold back a second orgasm, but somehow, I managed to resist, savoring the moment, prolonging her pleasure. After a few more intense bounces, I rose to my feet, pulling her close, pushing her against the wall with her back pressed against the plaster. I grabbed her ass and began thrusting my dick deep into her pussy, determined to push her to the edge. She clung to me like a koala, her legs wrapped tightly around my waist. The pressure increased with each thrust, her moans intensifying, her body trembling with excitement. I continued to penetrate her, pushing deeper and deeper, until I felt a release, a glorious explosion of pleasure that reverberated through my entire being.

As the last of my cum streamed out, I pulled my hand away, leaving her breathless and spent. She collapsed onto the bed, her body limp and relaxed. Without hesitation, I grabbed her hair and pulled her towards me, her face buried in my chest. She clung to me, seeking comfort, her body trembling with the lingering effects of her intense pleasure. After a moment of quiet intimacy, I leaned down and kissed her neck, savoring the warmth of her skin. As she slowly regained her composure, she turned her head and whispered, "It's so hot!" Then she licked her lips, tasting my essence on her tongue.

She rose, cleaned herself up in the washroom, and returned to the bedroom, completely naked. Her nipples jutted out at the center of her perfect, round, jiggling breasts, and her clean-shaven vagina sparkled under the light. She came and sat down, taking my soft penis into her mouth. Once again, she began her slow, deliberate tongue-twisting tantra, her touch both gentle and insistent. It felt heavenly, an experience beyond words. It was pure pleasure, a divine gift that I would cherish forever.

Not long after, she’d gotten my cock hard as a diamond again and all sloppy wet with her saliva and my essence. She gingerly climbed over me and eased down onto my cock, taking me in as slowly as possible, my crown rubbing against her inner pussy walls and feeling every bit of the hot juices oozing from her pussy. It was the longest slide ever into her pussy, and I watched her eyes close and her luscious lips open. Her voice shivered as she moaned, low and deep.

As soon as she hit bottom and buried my dick inside her, I grabbed her soft breasts, and she began riding. She was like a jackhammer, thumping my dick while her thighs clapped against mine. The sound of her jumping and riding my dick—*THAP* *THAP* *THAP* *THAP* *THAP* *THAP*—intensified right along with her moans.

I could barely hold off a second orgasm, but somehow, I resisted. After a few more bounces, I got up, picked her up again, pushed her up against the wall with a large mirror behind her, and her legs around me. I grabbed her ass and began thrusting my dick deep inside her pussy. She grabbed onto me like a little koala while I pushed my dick as deep as I could and slowly dragged it out again. Then I pushed it in HARDER and DEEPER and slowly pulled it out. I could hear her voice shivering, synched with every thrust I made. I would ram it deep with a fast thrust, then draw it out as slow as possible. As I went deeper and deeper, Alia came all over my dick.

I couldn’t hold her in that position for long; I was getting weak in the knees. So I lowered her gently to her feet and bent her over in front of the dressing table with a large mirror. I pulled her hair and made her look at herself while I fucked her from behind. She was so turned on that she started talking dirty: “Do it harder..harder! Oh, fuck yes! Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh…”

I banged her like a drilling machine, grabbing her waist with my left hand and pulling her hair with my right, for barely 30–40 seconds, and that’s all. I exploded inside her hot, juicy pussy, churning most of my cum back out to trickle down her left leg.

We both collapsed on the floor. I could practically hear our hearts pounding. She eventually climbed up, kissed me on my forehead, and said, “I ate you up today!” Then she cleaned us both up before we dressed, and I took her out for a bite of real food. After dinner, we came home to possibly the best night of sleep ever.

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