On a sweltering summer evening, Amelia, a 25-year-old woman with a penchant for low-cut bikinis, found herself in her dimly lit bedroom, yearning for something carnal. She had always been a seductress, using her ample cleavage to allure potential lovers.
Her eyes caught the reflection of the mirror, her body glistening under the faint light. She glanced at the clock – 10:30 PM. Her heart raced with anticipation as she thought of him, the man she had met at the beach that day.
A knock came at the door. It was him. She opened the door, revealing her barely covered body, her nipples peeking through the damp fabric of her bikini. He couldn’t help but stare, captivated by her allure.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” she whispered, pulling him inside. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, tongues intertwining as they stumbled towards the bed.
She pushed him down, straddling him, her wet bikini bottom pressed against his growing erection. Her fingers traced the outline of his hard cock through his shorts, teasing him. She leaned in, her lips finding his neck, her teeth gently nibbling on his earlobe.
“You want this, don’t you?” she murmured, her hand now inside his shorts, gripping his shaft.
“Yes,” he moaned, his hands reaching for her breasts, squeezing them over the bikini top.
She stood up, removing her bikini top, revealing her firm, round breasts. She climbed back onto the bed, her cleavage inches from his face. He couldn’t resist, diving in, his tongue tracing circles around her nipples, causing her to moan in pleasure.
His hands wandered down, caressing her thighs, slowly moving towards her soaking wet bikini bottom. He hooked his fingers under the fabric, pulling it aside, revealing her dripping pussy.
He leaned in, his tongue darting out, tasting her sweetness. She gasped, her hands reaching for his hair, pulling him closer. His fingers joined in, penetrating her, curling up to hit her G-spot.
“Oh, yes,” she moaned, her hips bucking against his face. He continued, his tongue flicking her clit, his fingers thrusting in and out.
She was close, her moans growing louder, her body trembling. And then, she came, her juices flowing onto his fingers.
“Your turn,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire. She pushed him onto his back, removing his shorts. His hard cock sprang free, pre-cum glistening on the tip.
She licked her lips, her eyes locked onto his cock. She leaned in, her tongue flicking the tip, tasting his saltiness. She took him into her mouth, her lips wrapping around his shaft, her head bobbing up and down.
He groaned, his hands reaching for her hair, guiding her. She took him deeper, her throat relaxing to accommodate his size.
“I’m close,” he warned, his voice strained. She didn’t stop, her mouth and hand working in tandem, bringing him closer to the edge.
And then, he came, his cum filling her mouth. She swallowed, her tongue swirling around his tip, ensuring she didn’t miss a drop.
They lay there, their bodies entwined, their breaths heavy. The night was still young, and they had yet to explore each other fully. But for now, they were content, basking in the afterglow of their passionate encounter.
