Hollywood Art: System of sunnys

In Billy's eyes, Monica was an ethereal beauty unlike any he had ever seen. Her body was sculpted by genetics and her diet, though she drank more wine than the average person should, as if it were water, and lived a life befitting a queen. She was a reader and didn't mind getting her hands dirty. She was gorgeous, a stunning woman, even if she didn't have the physique that some women in the future would have.

Beautiful women existed, thousands who surpassed the raven-haired beauty, younger, more proportionate, and more sexual... but to Billy, she was perfect, a histrionic goddess, Aphrodite, Helen of Troy - a woman worth starting a war for... from her Venus to her whispers, she intoxicated people with so much heat that it was difficult for them to articulate words.

She was beautiful and charming. In Billy's eyes, there was nothing imperfect about her, she now cared for herself with more attention than she should. She was a woman who seduced to perfection, tailored to the blonde, who found himself between Monica's soft, supple breasts, as tender as the breeze. They were sweaty and tired, hungry, but the wine sustained them.

- I can't believe you want another round, my love, - Monica commented, touching Billy's hard member, causing him to moan slightly as he felt the cold, smooth hands of the raven-haired beauty.

- You're irresistible, - she murmured, gently stroking him with her hands, delicately moving up and down, her perverse whispers promising a thousand and one things that took the lover's language to a greater future. She was unaware, but the Italian escaped her mouth like sweet flowers - a longing, murmured Italian. Bed companions, accompanying each other, Billy extended his hands and brushed the sex, with some hair there, inserting a single finger, the moisture seeping out.

He dug his fingers in a hooked manner, just enough to reach her farthest walls, while feeling a slight prickle, a seed signal, breathing deeply as he attacked with a bit more effort. He withdrew his hand to the point that he embraced her tightly, and she felt the heat on her back.

The woman felt a tug in her belly, a restlessness that ran through every surface. She was as lost as Billy, her thoughts wandering in the orgasm she had had forty minutes ago, an orgasm that still lingered in the sheets. Billy's voice was a trigger, such short and simple words that, said in another conversation, would have no meaning, but now, it made her nervous, breathing chokingly. Hearing it again, "Don't move an inch," she felt the tracing of his fingers as she allowed all kinds of caresses.

She pushed her back, almost reaching the edge of the bed, gripping the sides of the bed firmly while raising her hips suggestively. A dry slap awakened her from the dream, it was delicate and almost loving, he was not rough, that was her responsibility, everything was so measured that it did not prevent the small laugh that escaped her, she tasted her vagina, licked and excavated, her pronounced clitoris was brushed several times with the tip, she felt handcuffed to pleasure.

"Ah," a short moan, her white hands made her let out a deep but short moan.

He did not stop and continued even in her orgasm, she was a bundle, and each touch made her jump, she wanted to refuse, but a second one came, his mouth was key in that, it was contaminated, and the wine clogged her senses, but not the pleasure of her way of feeling. At the moment a third one arrived, she could not resist, she fell while trying to keep her legs still, but the burning was a tickle that did not disappear, he brushed her nipples and took her to a fifth, and her strength disappeared, but he continued impacting with his tongue. Her face was flushed, even with her tanned skin, did not hide her condition, he pulled her towards him, his strength surpassed her, and tore again, and again until he took her to a sixth, which he completed with the force of a whirlwind, she kicked and moved, but it only served to imprison her hips, at the moment his penis entered without pretense.

- God, slowly, - she said, but she didn't have the strength to lift her head from the sheets.

He, without granting her a moment's respite, continued to penetrate her with successive, relentless thrusts, everything exploding in pleasure, driving her to the brink of madness. She tried to resist but ended up urinating, hot and so bright, mingled with her multiple orgasms. Yet he did not stop; he continued even when she was completely satisfied, pushing on a little longer, even when her hips tightened around him. He persisted in this continuous game that led her to desperation. She bit the sheets, ultimately ending up biting her arm. It was such a pure and carnal desire that it took her to her final orgasm, this time, she felt him deep within her, pressing firmly against her back.

He panted heavily, his muscles burning. Monica wasted no time seeking his arms, skin against skin. Tired, but still ablaze with desire, she extended her tongue and gently kissed Billy's cock.

- You're insatiable, - he murmured, both amused and surprised. Among all his lovers, she was the most urgent; her youth, as they say, did not reflect the desire to love and feel.

- It's not that. You always come home so exhausted from work; these days are just for me, and I want you to do it to me as many times as possible. I think if you keep this up, I won't ever be able to separate from you, - Monica replied, her hair clinging to her skin, making her look like a true incarnation of lust.

Their bodies were crazed with love.

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Later that same day, by candlelight, they both dined with the candles beside them. It was the essence of each of them; Monica's white dress, adorned with her classic orange flower in her black hair, cascading like a castle. In a winter dawn, it was intoxicating.

- How did you clear the terrace and organize all this? - Monica asked, her happiness palpable.

- I know the owner; it took a bit of persuasion, to the point that they allowed me to please both you and me, - Billy replied, kissing her lips. She lifted her head in a way that enchanted him... to the eye, it was simply marvelous.

- I love it when you do these gestures... I don't want to sound demanding, but I adore it when you're romantic. At this point, I just want to relive these three days forever, - the woman responded, glowing in the lights, beacons of love.

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