Username: nairobicallgirls Date: 04-01-2021 09:19:23 Mood: horny Music:

He had decided to finish the year the way he was going to start it: fine. For her, even though the idea was tempting, it was rather complex to join her project. His spirit was shared between the kitchen and the living room, between the cocktail and the aperitif glasses, between the spice capon and the tiramisu. From the living room, the voices and laughter of the guests, friends and colleagues of the couple were able to reach. Several of them tried to come and help her prepare the table, or even just a few minutes to relieve her when preparing the meal. Nothing to do, however, she clung to her project, showing the teeth to the reckless who dare to walk through the kitchen door. Even though the work was monstrous, she was one of those people who refused to compose in order to be helped. It would only be a waste of time to have to explain the preparations, to see to make up for the mistakes of others...

"Sofia... the guests regret not seeing you a little more... I know you care about your meal, but you're not going to be able to enjoy the evening. And then... I too would like to be a little in your company. »

The young woman is about to reply a few remonstrances to her companion, without leaving her eyes and hands cooking the meat. This is the fifth time he has come to see her in half an hour, if he wants her to be free, he must also let her move forward and...

"What are you doing?"

His hands cling to the edge of the worktop. With one step, Hugo joined him and put two broad hands on his hips, sticking to her. Sofia straightens her head, her eyes riveted on the duck blue wallpaper. Against her buttocks, she feels the sex of her companion, whose stiffness lifts the fabric of her short little dress.

"Do you want to eat on time, or not...?"

A laugh, she feels her warm breath against her neck.

« ... you won, I'm waiting for that, to taste your meal. But you don't lose anything to wait. Once the meal is over... »

He adds nothing, but presses a little harder against his firm, round buttocks. Sofia cambers slightly, a slight smile on her face. Once the meal is over, eh...? The appetite begins to rise and she comes to wonder if she will be able to wait for the end of the endless taste interview. The capon now seems so bland next to the promised dessert.

« ... go back to the living room, please, and show yourself a little more... Patient. »

Hugo gently kisses his neck, then leaves a small mark of fangs, possessive and hungry symbol. When he withdraws, leaving her alone in the face of the immensity of her dishes, Sofia passes a fresh hand in her neck slightly painful. The festivities will begin.

"Shhhht..."." Sofia silences her giggles, cheeks rosy with champagne and excitement. A touch of impatience, mixed with the pleasure of the end of the year and here it is more joyful than ordinary. It was she who dragged her companion to the back of the apartment, away from the hustle and bustle of the party. The closer we get to midnight, the more their colleagues and friends laugh, talk, shout. Their departure went unnoticed, allowing them to celebrate the New Year in their own way... "Wait, wait! At least let me remove my tights!! Sofia repels the onslaught of her companion, one hand on her torso, clumsily trying to lower her underwear. Her panties stick to her skin and feeling her lover's sex pressed against hers doesn't help her.

"Wait? Are you kidding me?! »

Hugo pushes her against the bed, causing her to fall to her knees, her feet in the void and her hands resting on the immaculate duvet. His companion's strong and pressed hands lift the light dress, decorated with delicate gold designs. The tights... as if he were going to take the time to wisely remove him, here. The alarm clock shows 11:47 p.m., not enough to waste time in futile preparations. He grabs the fabric and pulls it abruptly, easily tearing apart the fragile garment. Sofia suppresses a rumble, quivering, then presses her forearms on the bed, arching her back, highlighting her beautiful ass. Suffice to say that it only takes Hugo a second to open his suit pants, releasing his painfully tense sex. He wants to take it, he's going to take it... just push her panties to the side and...

"Aaah!"

Sofia gasps, her eyes glassy. This bastard didn't really take the time to prepare it more than that, sinking deep with a single stroke of the kidneys. Her hands hold her firmly at the hips, her fingers tangling into the fabric of her outfit. Another stroke of the kidneys is quickly added to the first, then another... the departure of a hellish, beastly rhythm, the sex of two hungry people, two voices that join. He grunts, honoring his companion with a brutal and rapid penetration, deep enough to make her howl, moan, beg for more, so that he holds this terrible cadence that brings tears to his eyes and fire in his stomach. His voice carries more and more, stronger and stronger as the pleasure assailes him with waves whose violence continues to increase. On the small dresser, the clock continues to turn, bringing them closer to orgasm as well as the new year...

"Wait...!"

Hugo retires, still as manly, leaving her alone in the face of consummate pleasure, but not yet concluded. Sofia looks over her shoulder, begging. Just enough time for him to drop by his side, inviting her with a smirk to come riding if she wants to finish the evening well. Little hesitation for her, as she hastens to take the reins, immediately settling on him, deeply thrusting her sex into the heart of her bowels. Slowly, she stirs her hips, fully open and moist, while he admires her completely dominant her.

"Don't make me wait any longer, for God's sake... »

She laughs slightly and pulls up her little dress, offering a provocative view of their gender-related. And she begins to move, slowly, cruelly, as he kneads his hips with a little concealed impatience. Quickly, she gets into rhythm, stopping punishing him and herself at the same time. Aided by her companion's strong grip, she quickly finds what he was inflicting on her, soon holding a frantic, passionate penetration, where the cries begin to fill the room. Faster, stronger, deeper... As they both approach a terrifying orgasm, excitement also rises in the living room. The twelve strokes of midnight will ring... and with them, the enjoyment of the new year. A few more moves... the countdown is done... the screams increase in intensity, Sofia feels burnt and...

"HAPPY NEW YEAR!"

The hugs in the living room, the kisses in the bedroom. Sofia slowly withdraws, her cheeks burning and her eyes veiled by pleasure. Hot sperm flows between his thighs, dripping on Hugo's drawn abdomen. She steals a few kisses from him, before dropping by his side with a smile on his face. And so an orgasm concluded a beautiful year, to start an even better one...

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