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Spanish Summer Secrets - part 3
His tongue works magic on you, your body writhing under his expert touch.
“Westley…” you moan, lost in the pleasure.
His fingers delve deeper into your wet core, curling and stroking in time with the rhythm of his oral ministrations.
The combination of pleasure and pain threatens to bring you to the brink of orgasm within seconds, but Westley knows just how to keep you on edge, prolonging your ecstasy as he works his magic between your legs.
Your moans grow louder with every flick of his tongue against your clit and thrust of his fingers inside your pussy.
The room around you fades away, leaving only the two of you lost in a haze of pleasure and lust.
You can feel yourself growing wetter by the second as Westley’s expert touch brings you closer and closer to the edge - yet he never quite lets you fall over.
As your orgasm threatens to consume you, Westley pulls back, leaving you gasping for breath and aching for release.
You can feel his cock hard against your thigh, throbbing with desire as it seeks its own release.
“Please…” you beg, your voice hoarse from the intensity of the experience.
But Westley just smiles - a wicked, knowing grin that promises even more pleasure to come.
Without another word, he stands and pulls you up onto the couch, positioning you on all fours as he moves behind you.
Your ass is presented perfectly for his attention, and you can’t help but moan at the anticipation of what’s about to happen next.
His hands caress your hips before sliding downward, tracing the curves of your body with a gentle yet firm touch that sends shivers down your spine.
You pull him up, your lips meeting in a heated kiss.
“I need you,” you whisper against his mouth, your desire for more evident in every word and movement.
His hands grip your waist as he guides himself into position, the tip of his cock teasing your entrance with just the right amount of pressure to have you begging for more.
“You feel so good,” he growls, his thrusts picking up pace as he enters you slowly.
Your bodies move together in a rhythm as old as time, your moans and gasps becoming one as the pleasure builds between the two of you.
The intimacy is raw and primal - an undeniable connection that goes beyond mere physical attraction.
You flip over, inviting him to take you from behind.
“Harder, Westley…” you moan, your body meeting his thrusts with abandon.
He obliges, pounding into you relentlessly as the headboard slams against the wall in a steady rhythm.
The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, punctuated by your moans and cries of pleasure.
His hands grip your hips tightly, his thrusts becoming more urgent as he chases his own release.
“YN,” he groans, his voice strained with desire.
His body tenses, his cock throbbing inside you as he pushes you both towards the edge of ecstasy.
Your climax hits you hard, Westley following you into oblivion.
“YN…” he moans, his body collapsing onto yours as your shared orgasms wash over you in waves of pleasure.
You feel him pulsing inside you, his warmth and weight comforting as the afterglow settles around you.
For a moment, time stands still - a blissful eternity where nothing else matters but the two of you, wrapped in each other’s arms and lost in your shared euphoria.
As your breathing slowly returns to normal and the world creeps back in, you can’t help but smile, knowing that this is just the beginning of an unforgettable journey together…
You wake up in Westley’s bed, his arm draped over your waist.
‘Morning, beautiful,’ he murmurs, his lips tracing your shoulder.
The morning sun shines through the curtains, illuminating your naked bodies and the rumpled sheets.
You feel a warmth in your chest as Westley pulls you closer to him, and you can’t help but smile at this sweet gesture.
As the day progresses, you find yourself exploring local towns, hand-in-hand with Westley.
The connection between you grows stronger by the minute, and it’s hard not to feel a deepening affection for your Spanish lover.
The sun is warm on your skin, and the breeze carries the scent of fresh blooming flowers.
Your fingers intertwine as you walk down cobblestone streets, your laughter echoing through narrow alleyways.
“I’m going to miss this,” you admit, your heart heavy as you think about your looming departure.
Westley gives your hand a gentle squeeze and pulls you closer.
As the days pass by, you begin exchanging promises to stay in touch, knowing that neither of you wants this connection to end.
There’s an unspoken understanding between you - this was more than just a summer fling; it was something deep and profound.
Finally, your departure date arrives, and the moment of truth is upon you both.
You stand at the airport terminal, your hearts pounding in sync as you gaze into each other’s eyes.
Westley’s hands are warm on your face, his thumbs tracing the contours of your cheeks.
“This was more than a fling, YN,” he confesses, his eyes serious and filled with emotion.
“I don’t want to say goodbye.”
You nod in agreement, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes.
“Me neither,” you whisper.
“But we both know this isn’t the end.”
The distance between you seems unbearable already, and a sense of longing fills your heart as you feel the weight of separation pulling at your bond.
However, there is also a glimmer of hope - a promise that one day, you will meet again.
As you part ways at the airport gate, Westley takes both your hands in his and presses his forehead against yours.
“Until next time, YN,” he says, his voice choked with emotion.
You can see the pain and longing reflected in his eyes, as well as an unwavering determination to hold onto this connection.
You board your plane with a heavy heart, but you’re filled with hope for what the future may bring.
As the aircraft takes off, leaving the Spanish landscape behind, you look out of the window and whisper, “Until next time, Westley.”
The thrill of uncertainty and anticipation fills your veins as you think about the day you will meet again, knowing that this was only the beginning of a beautiful love story.