Czar Gregovivk Part 5

Her hand rises and rests on my shoulder, and I move her knee away, letting it fit between my legs, bringing her to me. My hand lets go of her neck and slides over her back. I pull her gently as I stand up. My hand grips tightly on her back and I release her wrist, lifting her by the tail and kissing her hungrily, while she wraps her thighs around my waist, making me gasp and breathe heavily, having her so surrendered to each kiss as if she were mine, letting her body discover itself in my arms. I feel her arms circle my neck, hugging me tighter, the same as I kiss her, with possession and domination. I walk a few steps with her on my lap, groping her ass, squeezing it brutally. The ragged breathing between our kisses gets louder, with her responding to the kiss in an overwhelming way. I throw her body on the couch, with mine on top of hers. We only separate our lips for a second, freeing my body from the shirt and throwing it away, returning to kiss her mouth. Mabel slides her lips down my chin and presses her thighs even tighter against my waist, while licking my throat.
" Ohhh...
She moans softly, when my hand slides the strap of her nightgown to the side, leaving her breasts exposed. I lower my head and hold her breast in my hand, taking it to my mouth, making her burn and dig her nails into my back, raising her bust upwards and giving me more freedom to suck them. My body arches upwards and I pull her along with me. Her hand holds onto my shoulders, while mine crush her waist, forcing her down, letting her feel my hard cock inside my pants.
"So you trust the bogeyman, little bird? — I place my forehead on hers, forcing her hips down further, leaving them shocked. I bite her lower lip between my teeth and suck it slowly, hearing her moan. Her hand lets go of my neck and slides over my shoulder, sliding down to my chest, kissing me slowly and dragging her hips back just a little. Her small fingers with long nails scratch me as they infiltrate our bodies, unbuttoning my pants and lowering the zipper, maintaining the euphoria of her kiss. As she takes her hand inside my pants and underwear, a growl leaves my lips. I release her tail and hold my hand on the back of her neck along with her hair, having my cock respond to her embarrassed touch. A small moan forms on her lips, along with our kisses, and she moans louder when I deliver a strong slap to her ass, crushing it between my fingers. Mabel holds my hard cock and closes her fingers around it, sliding her hand up and down, just letting the tip of her ring finger circle the head of my cock, which throbs between her fingers. — Yes, I trust him — she whispers, pulling her lips away from mine, making me lose myself even more in her eyes when they lock onto mine, full of lust.
“Neapolitan, baby?” I ask, my eyes falling to her erect, bare breasts, thrust up at me, returning to her face.
Her face falls to the side and leans into her shoulder, while a mischievous smile forms on her swollen lips.
“It will always be better than vanilla! Oh, my God…” She holds onto my shoulders as I stand up, taking us off the couch and onto the floor.
Kneeling between her legs, my eyes roam over her body and watch the agitated movements of her chest, which rise and fall. I stand up and stand in front of her, bringing my hands to my pants.
“Take off the nightgown over it and leave it when you reach your neck,” I order her, keeping my eyes on her warm skin, which is covered in goosebumps when she does as I say.
Her fingers are so hurried that they lift her nightgown, dragging it over her belly, with her knees flexing, letting her feet stay on the floor, with her legs open, presenting me with the view of the perverted yellow lace panties. I remove my pants and push them down along with the underwear, kneeling between her legs, stopping my hands on the side of her hips, dragging her panties down and taking them off her legs, having a perfect view of her naked pussy. I crush the panties in my hand and make a small ball with them. Mabel fumbles with the removal of the nightgown when I scrape the tip of my finger over her nerve, rubbing it slowly. I cover her with my body, leaving it on top of Mabel, with her legs moving apart with each inch that my hips get closer to her pelvis.
“Ohhh…” She closes her eyes and bites her mouth when I hold the nightgown stuck around her throat, slowly rolling the cloth in my hand, with it tightening around her.
“Ohhh…” She closes her eyes and bites her mouth when I hold the nightgown tied around her throat, slowly rolling the cloth in my hand, with it tightening around her. — Open your mouth for me, baby — I order in a hoarse voice and my cock gets harder with each scrape of its head over the moist lips of her pussy.
Mabel does as I order, and opening her mouth, my head leans close to hers, sliding my tongue between her lips swollen. Before she can try to kiss me again, I pull away and push her panties into her mouth, twisting the fabric of her nightgown a little more, pressing it against her neck. Her big black eyes open and widen, with thick eyelashes fluttering rapidly, looking at me anxiously. I smile and lower my head, touching her lips with mine, making it impossible for her to kiss me because of the underwear in her mouth.
I move her leg a little further away, bumping our hips together. She breathes harder through her nose, keeping her eyes locked on mine, and for a second there is no longer that madness, the wildness of seconds ago, it is as if time has frozen inside the library. Her fingers rise to my shoulders and dig their nails into my skin, while I place my chest on top of her chest, spreading my other hand on the side of her body, feeling the heat of her skin, and I lower my hand, with her gaze promising me lust and sweetness. Looking into your beautiful black eyes, full of desire, is like taking the air from my lungs, making me always want you here, in my arms.