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His veteran-like hands traced along her thighs, Nikki going mad from the foreplay. She felt something tease her entrance, and she whined with her hips bucking. Mikolas grinned as he slightly put his middle and forefinger barely inside of her wet, pink lips, only to immediately pull them out. Nikki whined and squirmed to get his fingers back in, but Mikolas didn't allow it.

His two coated fingers hovered just outside of her entrance, and Nikki could sense it, but she just couldn't get any further. Mikolas's other hand moved up to her soft breasts, cupping what he could of them both with his hand being overwhelmed. His fingers were magical to her, sending pleasure to parts far from where he did the action. His other hand which remained outside of her entrance began to feel sticky fluids dribble out at a moderate rate. Lines of sweat began to trail down her body from his touch as her nerves seemed to become more sensitive each passing moment.

"Ah Mikolas…" She moaned, desperation in her voice.

Mikolas's other hand moved up alongside its twin to tend to Nikki's breasts. The girl whined with disappointment at his refusal to dive into her womanhood, but with both his hands now ogling her chest, her frustration all but faded.

His hands moved to every inch of her body, from her sides, her torso, her alluring, thick thighs, and then finally… between her legs. Mikolas spread them apart gently, seeing the sticky trail of fluid that had increased significantly. Nikki's walls were throbbing and despite being blindfolded, the girl's eyes were clamped shut as she began to silently chant Mikolas's name from his actions.

"Shh." He said putting his coated finger in her mouth, Nikki immediately enveloping it to taste herself. His hands went around to the bounding's that held her arms together. Nikki then felt him take the blindfold off, letting her golden eyes flutter a few times to adjust to the lighting.

Nikki saw Mikolas's head disappear between her legs, immediately feeling a lick to her sensitive area. His tongue dug its way into her sex, and it was so good for Nikki that she grabbed Mikolas's head with both hands, pushing him deeper into her. He acted instinctively and lapped up every single piece of her spicy nectar from her folds. He got deep enough that she felt his rough helmet press against her, Mikolas immediately throwing it off to push further.

Nikki was experienced with eating out women, but Mikolas's tongue was doing a motion she herself could never match. Her depths throbbed and flexed respectively as her heart fluttered. Nikki's eyes rolled backward with her tongue flopping out.

"Mikolas! Gods your tongue!" She screamed. "Mikolas!"

Her legs seized his head and trapped him as she unleashed her juices. Mikolas lapped up his favorite meal of the day, delighting in the seemingly never-ending pleasure that erupted from his new wife's legs. Nikki wanted to keep screaming, but her mind went numb, her vision white, and her mouth hanging open as far as it could.

Nikki's body fell limp and lifeless once it was over. Mikolas gently pried apart the make-shift prison and cleaned himself up. He gave her a look-over, seeing just how vulnerable, and dirty she looked. Nikki's eyes met his, her lips curving up to a sultry look.

"How are you feeling?" He asked gently. "Was it enjoyable?"

The girl couldn't find her voice, so she chose to sit up, wrapping her arms around Mikolas and pulled him in for a kiss.

A kiss that was filled with passion, lust, slight aggression, but most importantly, love.

They held it for 10 seconds that felt like 10 decades. Their lips slowly broke apart, but they were only a few inches away. Nikki tilted Mikolas's head down, their temples pressing together in an ultimate moment of intimacy.

Suddenly, she felt Mikolas's fingers pinch her nipples, Nikki's mouth gaping as her eyes opened up. Mikolas smiled at his lover's reaction.

"I also forgot to say that you're my favorite dirty thought."

"Ditto!" Nikki squealed as Mikolas twisted her buds, pulling them like they were udders. She moaned loudly as her tongue limply laid out. Mikolas buried his face into her disheveled hair, inhaling her scent that'd become altered with their activity. His little friend, which was now bulging between her dripping pussy, grew impatient. Mikolas's hands moved off Nikki's cleavage, one going down to her rear as his other grabbed her neck, forcing the girl to face him.

Mikolas stared into her eyes before pulling her in for a heated kiss. Nikki wanted to moan, but she felt Mikolas's bulging member finally slide into her welcoming depths. She had to break the kiss, exhaling sharply as Mikolas started to thrust into her like a jackhammer.

In their position, Nikki could feel her inner walls get stretched by his length, and she loved it. It was like a piece of her life had been missing all these years, and she found it with Mikolas. Her ample breasts began to bounce and dance as he kept pounding her.

"Mikolas! Mikolas!" She exclaimed.

"Say my name." He said calmly, not letting up his thrusts.

"Mikolas!" Nikki shouted.

"Louder."

"Mikolas!"

"Not loud enough!"

He spanked her hindquarters with all his strength, Nikki's ass jiggling as a visible red handprint was left on the supple flesh.

She mewled.

Mikolas wasn't merciful, spanking her ass again even harder, Nikki's back arching.

"Mikolas! Mikolas! FUCK ME!" She screamed.

She felt Mikolas's hand turn her around to him once more, and he kissed her passionately as his endurance didn't falter once. When they broke it once again, Nikki's eyes became crossed as she bit her lips with a toothy grin. Her mind was lost in a sea of passion and lust.

Her chest was continuously bouncing as the audible sound of her orbs hitting her ribcage mixed with the slapping sounds of Mikolas's waist contacting Nikki's rear. Both of their breaths came out incoherent and hot, their bodies covered in a thin sheen of sweat as their aroma filled the room. Through her excessive screaming of pleasure, Nikki could feel the tip of Mikolas's member increase in size. She managed to mumble a few words.

"Do it my love!" She exclaimed. "Fill me! Fill your slut up with your hot cum! I want it!"

Mikolas, much like Nikki, loved it when she'd talk dirty to him. It set him off, and Mikolas hammered into the girl with all his might, likely setting her up for a sore morning.

If that was even possible for her.

Nikki's mind focused on her gift for being such a cooperative girl tonight. To let her lover take over the role of being the one in charge, even if he wasn't as intense as she was with the meaning. Her tongue laid out as her amber orbs rolled inside her head when she felt his tip swell and flex in preparation for expelling his load.

The girl was suddenly blindsided by her own climax, but she felt a familiar feeling fill her depths moments later. Mikolas's cock burst, splattering Nikki's walls in his white cum. With every shot, Mikolas thrust in so that his essence splashed against the walls of her cervix. Over and over, he rocked against her until his seed began to leak out of her womanhood and spill onto the floor. Nikki didn't even notice it as she rode it out, wailing his name all the while.

Finally, they both came down from their high and were panting heavily as their bodies were still covered in sweat. Mikolas, through his excessive panting and groaning, undid the bounds that contained Nikki's wrists and allowed her total freedom again. He stepped to the right before falling flatly on the bed.

"Gods above…" He groaned.




In seconds flat, and Mikolas was on his knees. Nikki had expected him to wait a bit longer, let her put up more of a show, but it was now, with his tongue already slathering her exposed pussy, sloppily and greedily soaking up all of her sticky arousal that she learned: Mikolas was not a patient man.

Nikki's arms had to grip the headboard behind her as she felt her clit suddenly being sucked to oblivion, felt a tongue pushing greedily inside as a nose eagerly huffed the aroma of her crotch. She gasped in pure bliss at being manhandled this way, at how Mikolas's large hand incessantly groped her ass while he ate her out, while he effortlessly brought her to an orgasm.

Her first climax was due to technique; Malcolm may as well have been an experienced god, with the way he handled his mouth between her thighs. It was also due to the excitement of it all. No words were needed to be exchanged between them, and now this sultan she had only just wed ten minutes ago was between her legs, devouring her cunt like it was Thanksgiving.

Her toes curled, hiccuping moans choked themselves out of her throat. Mikolas kept at it, his tongue slicking up and down her folds, delving between them, in and out, spongy and hot and velvet. His facial hair added another layer of sensation, as its frizzled texture smothered her crotch while growing increasingly-damp in the process. She tensed up again, cumming with her hands white-knuckle on the headboard behind her, cursing out curses.

A third orgasm, juices spilling onto the tiled floor, and Mikolas resurfaced, hands moving to her hips as he nestled himself between her legs. Nikki was still busy panting, shuddering from the string of orgasms to stop him from descending upon her lips. She let out an elongated groan, appreciative that Mikolas's kisses were less ravishing, breathless smacks and a more languid dance of his tongue tumbling and caressing against hers. Her hands found his hair again, and their mouths made love.

She loved how his hands, so large and rough, felt as silky as his tongue when they needed to be, like now, as his palms smoothed up and down the skin of her arms, one hand cupping the gold armlet on her left, thumb rubbing the bare skin around it.

Then, her eyes shot open again as she felt something, pulsing, hot, and big press up against her stomach.

She didn’t need to look down to know that it was his cock.

Their tongues and mouths unclasped wetly, and they shared a look for a moment. Mikolas readjusted his grip to her hips, those same caressing thumbs that brought her down from the numbing euphoria of orgasm calming her yet exciting her.

From the moment his cockhead kissed the slickness of Nikki's cunt, Mikolas knew that it was going to be a struggle not to reach his end, then and there. With a stable grip on his prick’s base, he pushed onward, groaning in a shudder as he felt her folds suck him in, slickly pulsing around him as inch by inch, he hilted himself.

Nikki was in no better condition, shuddering into Mikolas's body as he filled her, stretching her out in the most satisfying of ways. Her forehead kissed his chest as she looked down, watching her snatch swallow him whole.

Normally, Mikolas would have stopped halfway or so, ask if she was doing alright. But before he knew it, he was inside of her completely, base to urethra, pulsing inside of her, raw.

He breathed hard, sweat on his brow. Both his hands were on her hips now, the tips of his fingers behind her, digging into the curve of her ass. Nikki looked up at him, and with a bite of her lip, urged her hips back, providing as much movement as she could while sitting on top of the headboard.

Mikolas understood the message, and with a backwards pull of his own hips, began.

Just like the entire affair at large, the sex escalated quickly. Just a few pulls and pushes, a couple times of dragging out his cock before plunging back into Nikki's tight heat, and soon Mikolas had established a rhythm. Groans spilled from his lips as much as they did from Nikki's. His hands dug deep into Nikki's meaty hips, thumbs entrenching themselves into the indents dipping above the curvature of her ass. Her inner heat wrapped around him, pulsing and stroking him like a hot fleshy glove.

He couldn’t stop from speeding up his thrusts, his hands shifting from her hips to her ass as he pulled her into him, making sure that her hips smacked into his own with every single thrust. The rhythm grew faster. He didn’t bother pulling out halfway, he just wanted to be inside Nikki as much as he could.

He loved the feeling of her thighs closing around him, the gold band around her left thigh digging into his hips. Naturally, their mouths found each other, sharing the sloppiest kisses yet, saliva and spittle foaming and spilling between them as their groans echoed and vibrated between their lips.

Nikki's hands dug into Mikolas's broad shoulders, trying her best to bring him as close as he could possibly be. Their bodies stuck together as tightly as the fabric of Nikki's bra clung to her breasts. The noise they made triplicated inside the bedroom, and continued to escalate despite the large openings outside.

Moans, the smacking of flesh, the jangle of jewelry, mixed together as the wordless fucking continued.

Mikolas was losing himself in this girl. Every single part of her drew him in, encouraged his thrusts to turn into drives. He closed his mouth over Nikki's completely, disregarding her groans of protest once his tongue began to dominate her oral cavern completely, as if attempting to dive into her throat.

Nikki beat on Mikolas's shoulders, making him finally relinquish his stranglehold on her tongue, giving her the opportunity to pant wantonly as she clenched and brought her ankles together, anklets pressing into skin, another orgasm ripping through her.

She wailed, louder than ever as Mikolas pounded into her. The orgasm echoed itself with another that came directly after, Mikolas's teeth aiding in Nikki's sensory overload by sinking into her shoulder.

Regardless, Mikolas kept going, digging into her, skin smashing hard against skin. A particularly hard thrust rendered her legs to jelly.

Jelly or not, Nikki was forced to stand.

In a daze after more consecutive climaxes, she found herself empty, looked down to see Mikolas's red prick outside of where it belonged, several strings of clearness connecting the pulsing beast to her folds. Mikolas didn’t give her any time to process what he wanted. He let his hands made her do it instead.

Roughly, he turned her around, forcing her hands to grab onto the headboard. Nikki could have gotten pregnant. But why would either of them care? Especially now, with Mikolas's cock sheathing itself deep, deep inside of Nikki's needy pussy, his hands finding suitable resting places right above her ass.

Without a moment’s respite, Mikolas began plowing her. With short quick grunts, he exerted more effort than before, watching eagerly at how Nikki's ass jiggled with every thrust, feeling himself grow closer and closer to climax with every orgasm that rippled through her hot snatch.

Sweat poured down his chest, splattering onto the small of her back where her own sweat was beginning to pool and stream down to the floor. The rhythmic smacking of Mikolas's hips into her ass was accompanied by Nikki's squeals, squeals that went unnoticed as she directed them into the headboard.

If she looked up, she could see the state she was in. Sweating in a humid gold bedroom, being fucked hard from behind her eager new husband. She saw the reflection once, gazed into her lost, wild eyes, and came.

It didn’t take long for Mikolas to realize that his end was quickly approaching. By this point, his chest was pressed against Nikki's back, his hands were clutching her swaying breasts, keeping them from smashing into the headboard, palms feeling the pebbly texture of her nipples through the bra fabric.

Forward and in and in and in, Mikolas sawed into her, hitting just the right spot inside of her that had Nikki hiccuping breathless groans as she kept cumming, kept dripping and dripping. It was during one of her orgasms that Mikolas's grip on Nikki's chest tightened harder than ever as his mouth, open with his tongue pressed against the sweaty nape of her neck, spilled out pathetic groans as fire balled up in his loins, and shot out through his pulsing cock.

He made sure he was buried as deep as possible as his hips stopped moving and his breaths grew erratic. The first shot of cum was followed by several more in quick, rapid succession. Spunk spurted out of his cockhead, ropes of it filling up Nikki's womb, barreling into her in piping hot viscidness.

Mikolas filled her, his eyes rolling in pure delirium at the sensation of this girl's soft, soft body pressed up around him, milking his balls of cum with her sweat on his tongue and the scent of her skin in his nose. It was a small eternity, but by the time his climax ended, Mikolas was breathless. He felt the creampie he just gave to her begin to spurt out, bubbling out of her and dripping in long, languid lines onto the restroom floor.

Out of courtesy, he peeled his weight off her back, and extracted himself with a grunt, watching as more cum spurted out of her, puddling and trailing on the floor. He rested her up against the headboard, confident that it could still hold as he let her catch her breath.

Nikki leaned her head back against the headboard, closing her eyes as she breathed in deep. Absentmindedly, her fingers found her pussy, feeling the dollops of thick cream spilling out from her, cascading down into the sink. She smiled again. She got what she wanted. Then, she bit her lip, and felt a problem as the fingers around her pussy began to dig, and prod.

She hadn’t gotten enough.

She opened her eyes, seeing Mikolas leaning against the restroom wall with his arms crossed and mouth open with heavy breaths.

She felt him all over her now as he groped and explored her in earnest. He slathered her tit with his tongue, that hungry mouth of his pressing against her skin, sniffing, biting, kissing its way up and down her neck. She loved the way his stubble dug into her soft skin, as much as she loved the way his hand manhandled her chest.

He mounted her, knees on either side of her chest. His gripped his cock, and aimed for the valley Nikki presented, pushing forward. He lodged his cockhead in between her breasts once more. He sighed in bliss, gritting his teeth, and repositioned his hands to either side of her breasts. Then, with one more thrust, he buried himself completely.

He shuddered, still in disbelief that he couldn’t see a single solitary millimeter of his cock in between her knockers. He let himself savor the feeling, the heat that enclosed around him, the soft, unblemished skin that kissed his prick on all sides, wrapping around him like fleshy hot clouds.

Then, he looked at Nikki's face. She had that smile that she gave him back at the pool, and he noticed her fingers were gripping tightly onto the sheets. He suddenly felt her knee reach up behind him and push on his ass, urging his hips forward.

Again, she was goading him on, and again, it was driving Mikolas to the breaking point.

And again, he obliged.

With his thick fingers digging into her milky mammaries, Mikolas began to thrust.

He hissed. It really was different from her pussy or her mouth. Both of those things, especially her throat, was slick and hot. Her breasts? Hot, but not slick. Thankfully that lack of lubrication didn’t make it painful; the tender texture of her skin made up for it tenfold, making the friction pleasurable.

Addicting.

Before he knew it, the bed itself began to rock as he started earnestly fucking Nikki's breasts. He panted, squeezing the knockers together, making them tighter as his cock dug in between them, meat squished in fiery silk. Nikki was enjoying it too, looking up at him all the while. She grew wet at the roughness of Mikolas's treatment, letting out moans with how his crotch began to smack into her chest, rippling fleshy waves.

More groans and more telltale throbs, and soon the accumulated precum inside of her breasts lubed it up nice and slick. It didn’t take long before finally, Mikolas felt himself reaching a fever pitch. He was turned on more by the sight of this girl below him now than the sensation of plowing her chest, how she moaned open-mouthed, arms spread apart, vulnerable for I’m to treat her as rough as he wanted.

“Christ … ! ”

A few minutes later and their tongues tousled, lips clashing as Nikki rode his cock for all it was worth. Her panties lay forlorn on the bed, along with with his G-Shock: Mikolas wanted to be fully nude, to let as much of his tanned skin to enjoy the softness of her pampered curves.

Her thighs smashed down onto his, sweat splattering with every downwards thrust. The band of gold around her thigh occasionally smashed with it, but neither party cared. In fact, all of Nikki's jewelry remained on her person, twinkling and jingling along with every wild buck of her hips.

She had cum a few strokes in. She always did like being on top as much as she did like being dominated. And with a quality catch like Mikolas's, having his meat stuff her and curve into the perfect spot inside of her needy cunt was the stuff of dreams.

She came again, shivering against him, breasts matted against the sweaty curls of his chest. She mewled, tongue sloppily and lazily whipping about between his teeth. In her moment of vulnerability, Mikolas dipped down to her chest, found one of her nipples, and sucked. Eagerly, like a babe, he suckled her, his hands digging into her hips and squeezing as his handling brought her to another climax.

Nikki might have been thick and plump in figure, but Mikolas was a hard body; his weathered sinews of muscle manhandled her effortlessly. He demonstrated that now, as Nikki kept cumming while his mouth licked and ravished and suckled her delectable chest, his arms dragging her up and down his cock, smashing her into him like his own personal blow-up doll.

Effortless as it was, the rough fucking took its toll on Mikolas, especially after he spiraled into another climax, spurting a fat load into her pussy, the creampie immediately dribbling back out as Nikki's insatiable libido drove her to keep riding him through the entire peak.

He lay on the bed now, watching his own private Aphrodite continue to ride him, cumming and squirting over his prick, fingers digging into his chest. He was entranced with her breasts, dangling and swinging as her experienced hips repeatedly cycled his prick into her spunk-laden folds. Her hair swung in tandem, and the sun hit the gold in her eyes in just the right way; she looked like something out of a myth, some sex-frenzied demigoddess intent on sucking him dry.

She crawled on all fours, the gold on her thigh twinkling in a wink as enticing as the one in her eye. Then, she turned, giving him a full view of that leaking, dribbling snatch, thick dollops of hot white streaming down and forming a puddle between her legs. But Nikki made it clear that wasn’t what she wanted him to see.

Her fingers dug into the meat of her ass, and she spread it, revealing her puckered and bleached asshole.

In seconds Mikolas was upon her, hands greedily grabbing the soft flesh of her ass into tufts, biting , leaving marks, slathering his tongue over the red arcs of his teeth that would eventually bruise. He teased her, dove his fingers into spunk pouch of her pussy, curled them, fingerblasted her while he kept adorning her ass with his hungry mouth, and he didn’t stop until she came again, shuddering delicious shudders that echoed in small little waves through the expanse of her rump.

Then, finally, he spread those glorious cheeks apart, and feasted.

His tongue dug and curled as deep as it could between Nikki's asscheeks, and when he was satisfied that he had deposited as much spit as he could, Mikolas dug out dollops of spunk and shoved that into her ass too, for good measure.

His cock pushed inside that forbidden pocket soon after.

Nikki loved being fucked there as she did any other place. She would tighten up, milk Mikolas with every wanton thrust, and cum without his hands being anywhere near her swollen clit. It didn’t take long in that choking, asphyxiating glove before Mikolas would follow.

Fortunately, the cum served as more lube, and he was hammering away again, plowing her into the bed, fucking her stupid with his thighs smashing into the cheeks that closed around his cock in white, fleshy globes.

Mikolas loved how she contrasted his body. How his weathered, tough, muscular frame pounded into her pampered, unblemished, plumpness like a fist spiraling into a pillow. But what he loved more was that Nikki was anything but delicate.

She wouldn’t be moaning like a whore, her ass up in the air as he came thick hot ropes of baby batter all over her back if she was. She took all the punishment he gave her, and would cum triple the amount he did; splotches of wet stickiness that streaked all over the sheets of the bed were proof of this.

She was insatiable, and he rose up to the challenge with every waggle of those wide birthing hips. He only knew her name and occupation, but he would breed her.

And he would continue to breed her.

He sheathed himself into her needy pussy once more, loving the texture of previous creampies clinging to her snatch’s walls as he railed her again, pummeling into her, large hands smacking loudly against her ass while his thighs clapped as loudly as the jewelry that jingled on her wrists and ankles.

It was late evening by now, and the moon cast a nice sheen all over her sweaty, cum-stained back, illuminating all the bite marks from her shoulders to her ass, all the welts from his fingers, the very conspicuous hand prints. He marked her as his.

He noticed her hair sticking to her back, strands of it squirming around in the sheen of her sweat. An idea struck him, Mikolas suddenly realized maybe the stray hairs had a purpose other than giving this minx the illusion of innocence.

He reached forward in the middle of his thrusting, and with both his hands, gripped tight on the strands from their base, and pulled. Nikki nearly screamed, but the way her pussy tightened told Mikolas she fucking loved it. He wound her long hair around and around his hands, and he pulled harder, forcing Nikki to arch her back, dollops of mixed semen and sweat racing down the new curve to splatter into Mikolas's crotch.

“Yes, oh JESUS, fuck me...oh, Christ, cum inside me even more you fucking beast, more, more!!!“

Nikki prattled on, squealing, screaming, and Mikolas smiled to himself, happy that he broke her. He continued in earnest, until his balls clenched.

He filled her womb with another load, and pulled hard again, all the way this time, until Nikki's filthy back pressed tight against Mikolas's chest.

“Mmm…fuck, I’m not letting you go until your balls run fucking dry.” Nikki said, panting.

Mikolas didn’t respond. He wanted to hear the slut beg for more, and it was his turn to be quiet. He was so used to the quiet demure voice she had introduced herself with, and the high-pitched squeals of her sex-crazed moaning, that hearing her talk dirty with a voice that was as mature as her body yet as silky as her skin made him harder than ever.

Nikki’s hands latched onto his head then, eyes hazy, and she forced him to look at her, forced his mouth close to hers as they shared a moment of respite. Mikolas closed the distance, eager to clean out the filth between her cheeks.

Their tongues swirled, tasting nothing but sweat, traces of cum, sex.

And with her arms raised over her shoulders, Mikolas reached forward, cupped her breasts into his palms, and started to piston into her again, more cream cascading into the ever-growing pool below their legs,

By the time it was midnight, the sex grew slower, but didn’t waver in intensity. Both of them were sticky and hot, completely nude sans the choker that stuck stubbornly to Nikki's throat. The headboard of the bed banged in an incessant rhythm as Mikolas heaved, exhausted but still eager to dominate this slut until his legs would give out and his balls would spout out nothing but air.

Cum poured, thick white molasses, the mixture of uncountable creampies onto the pillows, staining the headboard while Mikolas sucked on her breasts, licking every bead of sweat she had.

In the hours of prolonged, nonstop fucking, Nikki's jewelry had finally begun to be cast off. Several bracelets lay in various spots around the wet battleground, her gold armlet nestled on top of a pillow, no more anklets dangled on her leg, her hair frizzled and flowing free.

It ended in lazy missionary, with Mikolas's hands cupping her cheeks while their tongues overlapped and tangled, slipshod, while Mikolas’s cock pumped into her, scraping out copious wads of spunk.

He grunted, came inside of her for the last time, and withdrew, falling next to her on the bed, his arm around her. They took a minute to catch their breaths and reposition themselves, that arm around her now snaking down around her thigh, fingering her softly to earn mewls as he tried the best he could to redeposit his seed inside of her.

They made out, softly, savoringly, as the twilight began to settle in along with the aching of their muscles and the stickiness of their sweaty, sweaty skin.

Nikki was the first to separate this time, cooing into his neck as she rested.

Mikolas smiled into her warm and wet scalp. She smelled as good as ever.