The reddish gloom of the coop lit up many a so-far unattended desires in the man. Moments later, the attendant knocked on the door and left at the threshold, their armaments of the night… four bottles of whiskey, a packet of condoms, a hand-cuff and few Viagra pills, all kept in a casket. The instant the gift box was in the room and kept on the table, the lady had picked up a bottle and sitting on the bed, emptied almost a half of it. As the spirit ran down her throat, it acted immediately. The man was still in an amazed observation of this nymphet who was on her decided mind to give away all of her to-night, to any man, and any number of men available in this world, and at that point he was the nearest option to grab this opportunity. But s
something was holding him back, his commitment to his wife, his wedding ring, all of his morality and conscience.
But when, for the first time he looked straight into the eyes of her, he was knocked out of his social being. She gave a slight floozy wink and slowly spread her legs, laying out her throbbing vagina beneath her g-string. The man, as if hypnotized, came forward and sat beside her and she stood in front of him keeping her back before him, and took out her hair-pin to let her hair fall loose on her bare back. Then she swiped with her hand all her hair away from her back, inviting the man to act. The man, now completely tempted and given up to this blazing beauty of the night, slowly eased the knot of her blouse and touched her with his shaking fingers, to which the lady gave a shrug of response. Silent moments passed as he rubbed his fingers up and down the smooth back of her. In moments, her skirt fell on the ground unveiling her hips. The lady moaned slightly as he kissed her butt-cheeks and pulled her panties down.
What followed was a rain of passionate kisses down her nude back, leaving the man’s wet sticky saliva all over. With one twist of his masculine arms, he turned her and then invested all his attention on her plump breast, forcefully releasing them from the teasing wrapper of her bitchy blouse, pressing, twitching, kissing, fondling, pinching, licking, and so violently devouring that her white comely flesh became blood-red at once… and she enjoying all the way, the aggression of her partner. The more he indulged, the more he became fierce… He held her tightly in her arms and dug his lips unto her, sucking and biting and exploring all her oral sensations. Once the lady stopped and said:
“Honey there’s another pair of lips down the way there, and its more thirsty than this one… go and gulp it with all you have.”
Between her first touch of his tongue on her clitoris and the next shot of whiskey they both enjoyed as a break in their task to exhaust each other out, there was one long hour of moans and groans other noisy responses of absolute sexual involvement. As they rollicked into their rough motif of the hour the lady had given all of herself away into his hands, shouting broken words of lusty provocations, appreciations and at times even mindless slangs: