Chapter 111: The Desperate Missionary (R-18)
The red room glowed under the dim red light, the air thick with the musky scent of sandalwood and the faint sweetness of candle wax, their flames flickering on a side table, casting restless shadows across the polished BDSM cross beside the bed. The black leather beneath us creaked, slick with sweat, the low hum of sultry music weaving through the room, a slow, hypnotic rhythm that matched the beat of my and Elizabeth’s heart.
"Ahhmm...ummm..Ahh..amm..."
The sound moans and catchy breathes, we passed into each other’s mouth as we suck on lips in hungry and desperate need.
Elizabeth, the First Lady, lay beneath me, her black lace lingerie disheveled, her garter-style mini dress bunched around her hips, her thigh-high stockings clinging to her legs, her pussy naked open and my cock rubbed over it that made her tremble in sensation.
Her black hair with golden highlights splayed across the leather, her eyes sharp and hungry, her lips parted, her dominance now yielding to the fire between us. I was naked lying between her legs, my body turned on because of the libido booster.
"Ahh baby...more...ahm..umm...yeahh.."
My pulse racing, my mind fixed on her, on this moment, the night stretching wild and untamed, the thought of tomorrow—a wedding I’d attend—faint, irrelevant, as her presence consumed me.
I broke from our kiss, my lips tingling, her taste lingering, and moved down, my mouth finding her neck and smooching the soft skin, her pulse warm under my lips, her scent—floral, intoxicating—filling my senses.
"Ahh yeahh baby.." I groan, as my hands groped her boobs over her lingerie, the lace rough under my palms, her big curves straining against the fabric, her breath hitching as I squeezed them and pushed face on them, feeling every bit of her hot body.
"Ahh..Ezra..." Elizabeth moaned, her voice sultry, her head tilting back and her hair spilling free, her fingers holding my shoulder, urging me on to eat her like a food, her body arching into me as I am feeling the heat from her big soft mounts.
Unable to resist any further, I grabbed the strap of her lingerie, my fingers hooking the delicate lace, and pulled it down, the fabric sliding, her big bare boobs spilling out, their weight soft and inviting, the red light glowing on her open naked skin, her nipples were already hard from our earlier share of heat, begging for my touch and attention.