eyes on you.”
Brian and Selena came towards them and they all moved into the living room.
“Now for the champagne,” Brent said. He poured four flutes of the champagne and said, “This is our champagne room, I guess you could say.”
He raised his glass in a toast, “To a passionate weekend.”
Passion
Once the words had been said, it was hard to think of anything else other than the impending passion. They had a second bottle of champagne and Brent offered to show them the upstairs. They took the small elevator to the second floor. The view from the windows at the south end of the hall was spectacular.
Brent said, “I don’t know which room is yours because I don’t know which bag is yours.”
They looked into the first room and Sara said, “That’s Selena’s.”
“Then this one is yours,” Brent guided her across the hall to a big bedroom with an old fashioned four poster bed. It was large. There was a big soft chair and an ornate dresser with matching chest of drawers. The room was a showpiece. Sara was impressed.
She was looking at the paintings hanging on the walls when Brent came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. His hand rested on her stomach and Sara had to restrain herself from feeling self conscious about his hands on her belly. He whispered in her ear, “You are so lovely.” Then he nibbled her ear.
It sent shivers through her, little ripples of pleasure ran up the back of her neck. She moaned in pleasure.
Brent moved his hands to her breasts and cupped them. Sara could feel his cock pressing against her back. He was rock hard.
He shifted around so that he was in front of her and moved his hands to her face. He kissed her again, softly and then urgently. His hands began to undress her. “I want you,” he said.
They moved to the bed and he finished removing her clothes and then, looking at her magnificent pale white body with its ripples of flesh, mounds of rolls like a lovely rolling ocean of pleasure, he took off his clothes.
Sara watched him get naked and when she saw his long slender cock spring loose from his pants, she almost came with the excitement of knowing that soon that cock would be deep inside her.
She had never seen a man completely naked before, not in the flesh, not standing so close she could touch him. She pushed herself to the sitting position and without thinking, she took his cock in her hand. She leaned forward and guided his cock to her mouth. It was delicious, soft velvety skin over steely cock muscles.
She moved her head in long strokes taking him deep into her throat. She tasted his salty precum drops and cupped his balls in her hands, massaging his testicles gently.
Sara knew that if she kept this up, he would shoot his load down her throat and she, who had never had a real piece of tail, wanted some of this as deep into her cunt as possible. She slowed down her sucking and licking and then leaned back, letting his cock bounce free.
Brent was not sure his legs would hold him. He was rubber-kneed from the cocksucking and ball play. He lifted her chubby legs up and holding an ankle in each hand, he spread her legs. She had moved back on the bed so that he could comfortably part her thighs and look at her pussy.
He knelt on the floor at the side of the bed and used his hands to spread her soft inner thighs until he could touch her pussy lips. He crawled up and she moved back so that he was kneeling between her legs, his cock throbbing with desire, anxious to slid into her willing flesh.
He buried his face in the mound of her plump belly and moved his head up so he could take her soft pink nipples in his mouth, nipping them with his teeth. She was gyrating her hips, thrusting against him and he could hear her heart pounding.
Then he felt the tip of his cock touch her wetness and with one harsh shove, he was inside her, his shaft buried to the hilt in her vagina. He held her breasts in his arms and rocked himself into her again and again