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It was not just an ejaculation, but a real flood.
And it was incredible how quickly he again flared up with desire, becoming even larger than before.
But in the bridal bedroom there was nowhere to flee from her husband.
Unlike the bustling Eileen, Cesare didn't show the slightest excitement, as if it were a matter of course, and with a calm, low voice calmed her:
"It should be so."
"Wh-what...
Are all men like this?"
"Of course, but your husband is a bit special."
Cesare lowered his hands on Eileen's thighs.
His strong palms squeezed them, spreading them to the sides, revealing to the gaze the smooth skin of her crotch.
He intently looked at the clitoris reddened from the flow of blood and the vagina oozing transparent lubricant.
Eileen, trembling with her thighs, implored:
"Do not examine so intently...
I'm ashamed..."
But when passion took the upper hand, Cesare as if ceased hearing her objections.
Instead of taking his gaze away, he pressed his lips to the inner side of her thigh.
While he slightly bit the delicate skin, Eileen with anxiety asked:
"You... this... again are going to?"
"This?"
"By mouth..."
"Ah."
He gently kissed her crotch and whispered: "Want me to give you pleasure?"
From such frank words her face was flooded with color.
Inwardly shrinking, Eileen picked out words: "E-this... yes... but I'm so ashamed...
After all it's not the cleanest place..."
She cautiously reached for Cesare, trying to slightly push him by the shoulder, but the muscles hard as stone didn't even wince.
Her palm just pressed to them, not in a state to move him.
Instead Cesare caught her hand and kissed her palm twice, with a smacking sound.
"Before entering, one must lick.
So it won't be painful, understood?"
He persuaded her to bear it a little, convincing her it was necessary.
Eileen thought.
If it were about plants, she would lead him.
But in this area she had almost no experience.
She decided it was better to follow his advice.
Apparently, it was so ordained—before penetration one needed to lick.
In the end Eileen tightly closed her eyes and nodded.
Cesare put a pillow behind her back so she could comfortably lean against the bed back.
Then he spread her legs to the limit and pressed his lips to the crotch.
A light pass with the tongue over the edge of the vagina made him smirk.
"How you are already all wet."
Eileen bit her lip.
Could she say that it turned out so from touches to him?
Though, most likely, he already perfectly understood this...
He slowly inserted his tongue inside.
The thick muscular tongue slid over the walls, pouring out the flowing lubricant.
Each time he cleaned her out to the last drop, Eileen groaned, grabbing his shoulders and wincing with her whole body.
"Ahhh, mmm..."
Apparently, this lubricant served as natural lubricant for penetration.
And if he licks it all off, will it not be painful then?
But her fears turned out in vain.
The more Cesare licked her out, the more lubricant appeared.
Eileen squeezed her toes.
Her body had already more than once known his touches.
She knew that it could be even stronger, cruder, and sweeter, and from this her impatience only grew.
She wanted him to touch the clitoris.
The small bump already stood firm from impatience.
Not in a state to restrain the itch, she involuntarily raised her hips, and Cesare finally touched it with his tongue.
"A-a-ah!"
The long-awaited stimulation caused an involuntary groan.
Eileen was frightened of her own voice and tried to restrain the next sound, but when he slightly lead with his teeth over the clitoris, her toes sharply straightened, and she cried out.
In the chaos of groans and convulsions he broke away from her.
The sensations sharpened to the limit sharply broke off.
Not having received what she wanted, her vagina pulsed, powerlessly emitting lubricant.
"Ah, haa... m-m...
Cesare..."
Her voice trembled from impatience.
The incompleteness tormented her.
She wanted him to free her from this state.
But for some reason Cesare no longer touched her there below.
Without regret having pulled back, he switched to the chest.
One nipple he mumbled with his teeth, the other he pinched and jerked with fingers, unceremoniously fussing with the flesh.
Sharp sensations from the chest were echoed below too.
The clitoris, already filled with heat, pulsed as if begging for attention.
But she couldn't get out of this state.
Heat filled every cell of her body, every strand of hair, accumulated, but didn't find a way out.
If her body were more sensitive, she could have reached orgasm only from the chest.
But her body was only beginning to open up.
One stimulation from above was not enough.
The feeling as if she were about to break into a peak, but can in no way, turned the head.
Her eyes filled with tears.
Lips themselves parted, and saliva several times almost flowed out.
"Cesare... ah, please... m-m, I beg..."
But however much she begged, he didn't even answer.
He only looked at her with burning eyes while she gasped for breath, and continued to torment her chest.
Eileen squeezed him between her thighs.
Since Cesare was sucking her chest, her clitoris touched his belly.
Craving discharge, she began to rub against him.
Firm, smooth skin squeezed her bump, and a wave of dizzying pleasure covered her.
In a desperate attempt to continue, she wanted to speed up, but immediately was stopped.
Cesare grabbed her by the thighs, not allowing her to move, and finally spoke:
"*Beg* for what?"
Licking her chin, over which saliva was already flowing, he roguishly whispered: "Speak straight, and the husband will understand.
What must I do to you?"
Squeezing her nipples so that it became painful to her, he waited for an answer.
Eileen immediately began to babble: "I-it's so hard for me... do it... suck... below..."
"Want me to suck so you come?"
"Yes...
I want to come... a-ah!"
In her right mind she would never have said such frank things.
But the sense of shame had long since turned off.
She looked at him with eyes full of desire.
But Cesare didn't touch her crotch.
Not even with a finger.
Instead he placed his member against her vagina.
When the thick head touched the wet entrance, Eileen opened her eyes wide.
From surprise she froze, but her vagina, finally having received the desired, moved itself.
Wet membranes stuck to the head, like a child to a nipple, greedily squeezing it.
The movements were so greedy and demanding that Eileen felt the paint of shame flood her cheeks.
Cesare covered her with his body and kissed her.
It seemed he didn't want her to see what was happening below, because his beautiful face completely blocked her view.
In that same moment the head began spreading her entrance.
The sensation of incredible volume made her cry out:
"Kh... aaah... more won't go in...
I'm already full!.."
It seemed she was about to burst.
But, despite her protest, Cesare didn't stop.
Swallowing a low groan, he calmed her: "Already full?
Good girl, Eileen...
Bear it a little, all right?
Soon it won't be painful..."
Although his lips affectionately persuaded her between kisses, his lower part was mercilessly pushing its way inside.