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The unexpectedly begun kiss was far from such tender as before.
The coarse, nearly devouring kiss forced Eileen instinctively to recoil.
But Cesare immediately grabbed her by the nape, having deprived her of the possibility to move.
*‘I after all herself wanted to kiss him first,’* flashed in her a thought.
But who began first already didn't have importance.
It was important only that now she was kissing with him.
Eileen pressed to him even stronger, continuing the kiss.
She didn't close eyes.
His gaze, full of desire, didn't give her to turn away, and she couldn't have—his eyes as-if-bewitched.
"M-m-m... hgkh..."
She groaned from enjoyment and even deeper sank in the kiss.
The body naturally pursued pleasure, moving on him like a rabbit.
Her excited clitoris rubbed against his body, and tongue passionately caressed his mouth.
She was similar to a bitch in heat, but Eileen even didn't realize her state.
In her there remained no thoughts of anything besides Cesare and that enjoyment which he delivered to her.
The intoxicating scent of sex, the wet sounds of their bodies, the hot, dissolute temperature—all this paralyzed the mind.
Eileen, like an animal intoxicated by instincts, pressed to him, shaking hips.
"Hkh...
Eileen..." Cesare whispered her name, as if having exhaled.
In his voice was heard something like embarrassment.
He firmly hugged her, kissing the neck, sucking the delicate skin.
*‘Surely marks will remain...’*
But this thought quickly dissolved in enjoyment.
He behaved as if slightly touched.
Especially her neck caught it: he now bit her, now kissed, and sometimes simply rubbed with nose against the skin.
From tickling goosebumps ran over her skin.
Eileen cried out and dug nails into his shoulders.
It seemed she’d scratched him.
Realization of this evoked shame, but she no more could control her body.
Together with the feeling of shame for her dissolute behavior arrived also a strange liberation.
Eileen emitted a long groan: "A-a-a, ahkh... hgkh... a-a-an!.."
Through the tears filming eyes she glanced at Cesare.
His eyes had darkened from lust.
Her movements didn't go in any comparison with his sharp, deep thrusts, but, judging by all, he was completely satisfied with how Eileen moved hips.
And when she was convinced that Cesare received pleasure, to her suddenly it became unbearable.
He already filled her fully, but of this it seemed insufficient.
Inside all burned, and in mouth it went dry.
Eileen fidgeted on him stronger, then lowered even deeper.
And immediately threw back, having reached orgasm.
"Hggha-a-ak!.."
Toes stretched out, all the body set to trembling.
Cesare firmly hugged her, supporting in embraces, and tenderly stroked over the back.
Her already over-excited body reacted with a new, small orgasm even to light touches.
And when he lead with fingers along her tailbone, Eileen couldn't restrain herself and spurted.
The clitoris, squeezed between their bodies, again pulsated.
She groaned, convulsively shuddering, from mouth saliva flowed which Cesare immediately licked off.
While she trembled from orgasm, Cesare picked her up and laid her on the sofa.
For a moment Eileen was surprised, having felt the wet fabric under back, but immediately cried out—Cesare began to truly move.
There was nothing to compare her inept attempts with his powerful, dissolute thrusts.
He breathed heavily, putting all strength into each movement, so that it seemed his hips were just about to break from tension.
Forcibly stretched muscles squeezed around his member, grasping it so tightly as they wouldn't be able in ordinary state, and each her thrust was accompanied by a stream of sweet moisture.
"Eileen...
Eileen..." He repeated her name while she groaned, pronouncing it so as if she could vanish.
Each time when he called her name with a low voice, it cramped her from excitement.
Mixed with the heavy breath of the man, the sounds of her name seemed incredibly obscene.
Goosebumps ran over the back, the stomach burned, hair on the body stood on end.
"Hgkhk... hkh...
I...
I now... a-ahkh, more, m-m-m..."
Sensations were unreal.
She came again and again, and to enjoyment, it seemed, there would be no end.
So much liquid came out that there should have remained nothing already, but streams poured both from above and from below.
Eileen, fully conquered by orgasms, muttered in a half-delirium: "Good... ik... so good..."
She’d waited for this a whole week.
With greed Eileen accepted all that he delivered to her.
Her awakened sensuality reacted stronger than in their first night.
Then it seemed to her that her mind would break from overwhelming feelings, but now it was even stronger.
"Ahkh... a-a-an... khkhkh... m-m..." she gave him the most secret.
Heart, and now also body—all belonged to Cesare.
Intoxicated by enjoyment, Eileen couldn't restrain the word which should not be pronounced.
She pressed to him, having whispered in oblivion: "I-ikhkh... kh-kh...
I...
I love you, Cesare..."
She herself didn't understand what she was saying.
Simply in ecstasy blurted out that which felt.
In this moment Cesare suddenly tensed.
With a low groan he firmly pressed her to himself, not giving to see his face, and drove the member into the very depth.
The squeezing entrance grabbed his head, and he that same instant began to finish.
Thick sperm struck in the most sensitive places.
Eileen couldn't even cry—only trembled.
Before eyes it flickered from overwhelming pleasure.
For a moment consciousness clouded.
Having come to herself, she discovered that she was sobbing like a beast.
He finished unexpectedly.
It looks like he himself didn't expect this—in his heavy breath felt was bewilderment.
Although it was already the second discharge, of sperm there was no less than in the first time, and it poured just as long.
Eileen shuddered from each splash inside her.
She was already nearly sobbing from this sadomasochistic enjoyment, but in response Cesare suddenly laughed.
"Only during this you speak?"
Only just having been occupied with her in the most dissolute sex, the person now laughed with the look of an innocent boy.
"Apparently, I will have to try more often."
Eileen didn't remember what she’d said, and simply silently lay in his arms.
Cesare tenderly stroked her, kissing her face covered with tears and saliva.
He slowly caught breath and freed himself from her embraces.
The member came out slowly, with a wet sound, and sperm immediately gushed on the sofa.
Eileen looked at him with an absent gaze.
She wanted to experience these sensations again.
She thirsted for new orgasms shattering all the body.
*‘One more time remained...’*
But, for some reason, Cesare didn't set about to enter into her again.
Instead of this he spread her with fingers, examining.
Thrust a finger inside, pressed.
After his member one finger seemed like nothing, but also from this Eileen set to trembling.
Cesare sighed.
In half-delirium she muttered: "Let's... still..."
But Cesare, having carefully checked her state, firmly refused.
"Must not." From such cold refusal tears welled up in her.
He tilted head, seeing her grimace: "Want to apply ointment again?"
Eileen for a second hesitated, but then submissively shook head.
He praised her for obedience.
Cesare threw off the uniform, sodden from sweat, and, only somehow having pulled on pants, hugged her.
The body was cooling, and fatigue, drowned out by enjoyment, covered her.
Eileen unnoticed by herself fell into sleep.
In the last moments of consciousness she heard a quiet whisper: "Sleep peacefully, Eileen."