Kratos Marc
Favoured Frenzy
They walked into the cozy pub hand in hand, the warm lights glowing soft against the wooden walls. The place smelled of beer, old wood, and faint perfume from other tables. They ordered drinks and sat close together in a corner booth. The first sip of cold beer slid down easy, and soon another round followed. Their cheeks grew warm, laughter came quicker, and the music from the small dance floor pulled them in.
They stood up and moved to the center. Bodies pressed together as the beat grew louder. Sweat started to form on their skin from the heat and the movement. Her short dress clung lightly to her back, and his shirt stuck to his chest. They danced close, hips swaying, his hands resting on her waist. Every time their eyes met, the air felt thicker, heavier, like the night was already promising more.
By midnight they were both drunk, heads light, bodies buzzing. They stumbled out laughing, the cool night air hitting their flushed faces. Inside the building they found the lift. The doors closed behind them. Her lips were parted slightly, still breathing fast from dancing. He looked at her mouth, stepped closer, and pressed his lips to hers. The kiss turned deep fast. Tongues touched, wet and warm. He tasted the beer on her breath. She tasted the same on his. Their mouths moved hard, saliva mixing, small wet sounds filling the small space.
The lift reached the parking level and the doors slid open. A few people stood outside, staring at the couple locked in the kiss. She giggled against his mouth. He grabbed her hand and they ran out laughing, shoes echoing on the concrete floor. The parking lot was half empty, lit by yellow lamps. Their car waited near the back wall.
She could not wait any longer. As soon as they reached the rear of the car she pushed him against the boot. Their mouths met again, harder this time. Sweat rolled down her neck from the dancing. He kissed along her jaw, then lower, licking the salty drops from her skin. The taste was sharp and warm. She pulled him closer, fingers digging into his shoulders. His hands moved up and cupped her breasts over the thin top. He squeezed gently, feeling the soft weight in his palms. She moaned low, the sound vibrating against his lips.
He tugged her top down. Her breasts spilled free, nipples already stiff from the cool air and excitement. He pressed his face between them, breathing in the mix of her sweat and faint perfume. His tongue licked a slow path across one breast, tasting salt and skin. He circled her nipple with the tip of his tongue, then sucked it deep into his mouth. He sucked harder, trying to draw more of the soft flesh in, his tongue flicking the hard bud. She gasped, back arching, pushing her chest toward him. He moved to the other breast, licking and sucking until both nipples glistened with his spit.
Her hand slid down between them and pressed against the hard bulge in his jeans. She rubbed along the length, feeling it throb under the denim. He groaned into her cleavage. His cock grew even harder, straining against the fabric. She squeezed him through the jeans, and he could not hold back anymore.
He spun her around so she faced the car. Her backless top left most of her back bare. He ran his lips down her spine, kissing each vertebra, tasting the thin layer of sweat that had formed there. His hands lifted the hem of her short dress, bunching it at her waist. He freed his cock, the head already wet. He rubbed the tip slowly between her ass cheeks, then lower, sliding it along her wet pussy lips. She was dripping, the heat radiating from her.
"Fill me," she whispered, voice shaky. He teased her entrance with the head, rubbing up and down without pushing in. She pushed her hips back. "Fill me, don’t tease," she said louder, almost a shout that echoed off the concrete walls.
He gripped her hips and thrust forward. His cock slid deep into her tight, wet pussy in one smooth motion. She moaned loud, the sound carrying across the empty parking lot. Her walls stretched around him, hot and slick. He started moving, pulling out almost all the way then driving back in hard. Each thrust made a wet slap that mixed with her moans. Sweat dripped from his forehead onto her back. The smell of sex, sweat, and her arousal filled the air between them.
He fucked her with steady, deep strokes. Her pussy gripped him on every pull, trying to keep him inside. Her breasts swayed beneath her with each thrust. He reached around and cupped one, thumb brushing the wet nipple. She pushed back to meet him, skin slapping skin. The entire parking structure seemed to echo with the sounds of their fucking.
After several hard minutes she came, her pussy pulsing and squeezing around his cock. Her legs shook. She pulled away, breathing fast, and opened the boot of the car. She made him sit on the edge of the open trunk. She dropped to her knees on the concrete. Her mouth opened and she took his cock deep, tasting her own juices mixed with his pre-cum. She sucked hard, cheeks hollowing, saliva running down his shaft. He held her hair, guiding her head as she took him deeper until the head pushed into her throat. She gagged but kept going, throat muscles working around him.
He felt the pressure building fast. His balls tightened. She did not stop. He came hard, thick spurts shooting into her mouth. She swallowed what she could, but some spilled out around his cock and ran down her chin onto her neck and breasts. She pulled back, licking the remaining drops from his tip, then wiped what was on her face with her fingers and licked them clean.
He was still hard, breathing heavy. He pulled her up and guided her into the back seat. She lay back on the leather, legs spread wide. The smell of sex and sweat was stronger inside the car. He climbed in after her, positioned himself between her thighs, and pushed his cock back into her soaked pussy. She cried out as he filled her again. He leaned down, sucking on her nipples while he thrust, his tongue circling the stiff peaks. His fingers roamed her body, sliding over the sweat-slick skin of her stomach and sides.
The car rocked with every hard thrust. The windows started to fog from their breath and body heat. She moaned louder, nails digging into his back. He kept going deep, the wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out filling the small space. She was close again, her pussy fluttering around him.
"Baby, stop, I’m going to—" she tried to say, but he kept thrusting harder. She came again, harder this time, her whole body shaking, juices soaking his cock and the seat beneath them. He kissed her deeply, sucking on her tongue while she trembled under him. Their bodies were slick with sweat, the car filled with the heavy smell of sex and skin. They stayed locked together, breathing hard, skin sticking where they touched, lost in the heat they had created.
They stood up and moved to the center. Bodies pressed together as the beat grew louder. Sweat started to form on their skin from the heat and the movement. Her short dress clung lightly to her back, and his shirt stuck to his chest. They danced close, hips swaying, his hands resting on her waist. Every time their eyes met, the air felt thicker, heavier, like the night was already promising more.
By midnight they were both drunk, heads light, bodies buzzing. They stumbled out laughing, the cool night air hitting their flushed faces. Inside the building they found the lift. The doors closed behind them. Her lips were parted slightly, still breathing fast from dancing. He looked at her mouth, stepped closer, and pressed his lips to hers. The kiss turned deep fast. Tongues touched, wet and warm. He tasted the beer on her breath. She tasted the same on his. Their mouths moved hard, saliva mixing, small wet sounds filling the small space.
The lift reached the parking level and the doors slid open. A few people stood outside, staring at the couple locked in the kiss. She giggled against his mouth. He grabbed her hand and they ran out laughing, shoes echoing on the concrete floor. The parking lot was half empty, lit by yellow lamps. Their car waited near the back wall.
She could not wait any longer. As soon as they reached the rear of the car she pushed him against the boot. Their mouths met again, harder this time. Sweat rolled down her neck from the dancing. He kissed along her jaw, then lower, licking the salty drops from her skin. The taste was sharp and warm. She pulled him closer, fingers digging into his shoulders. His hands moved up and cupped her breasts over the thin top. He squeezed gently, feeling the soft weight in his palms. She moaned low, the sound vibrating against his lips.
He tugged her top down. Her breasts spilled free, nipples already stiff from the cool air and excitement. He pressed his face between them, breathing in the mix of her sweat and faint perfume. His tongue licked a slow path across one breast, tasting salt and skin. He circled her nipple with the tip of his tongue, then sucked it deep into his mouth. He sucked harder, trying to draw more of the soft flesh in, his tongue flicking the hard bud. She gasped, back arching, pushing her chest toward him. He moved to the other breast, licking and sucking until both nipples glistened with his spit.
Her hand slid down between them and pressed against the hard bulge in his jeans. She rubbed along the length, feeling it throb under the denim. He groaned into her cleavage. His cock grew even harder, straining against the fabric. She squeezed him through the jeans, and he could not hold back anymore.
He spun her around so she faced the car. Her backless top left most of her back bare. He ran his lips down her spine, kissing each vertebra, tasting the thin layer of sweat that had formed there. His hands lifted the hem of her short dress, bunching it at her waist. He freed his cock, the head already wet. He rubbed the tip slowly between her ass cheeks, then lower, sliding it along her wet pussy lips. She was dripping, the heat radiating from her.
"Fill me," she whispered, voice shaky. He teased her entrance with the head, rubbing up and down without pushing in. She pushed her hips back. "Fill me, don’t tease," she said louder, almost a shout that echoed off the concrete walls.
He gripped her hips and thrust forward. His cock slid deep into her tight, wet pussy in one smooth motion. She moaned loud, the sound carrying across the empty parking lot. Her walls stretched around him, hot and slick. He started moving, pulling out almost all the way then driving back in hard. Each thrust made a wet slap that mixed with her moans. Sweat dripped from his forehead onto her back. The smell of sex, sweat, and her arousal filled the air between them.
He fucked her with steady, deep strokes. Her pussy gripped him on every pull, trying to keep him inside. Her breasts swayed beneath her with each thrust. He reached around and cupped one, thumb brushing the wet nipple. She pushed back to meet him, skin slapping skin. The entire parking structure seemed to echo with the sounds of their fucking.
After several hard minutes she came, her pussy pulsing and squeezing around his cock. Her legs shook. She pulled away, breathing fast, and opened the boot of the car. She made him sit on the edge of the open trunk. She dropped to her knees on the concrete. Her mouth opened and she took his cock deep, tasting her own juices mixed with his pre-cum. She sucked hard, cheeks hollowing, saliva running down his shaft. He held her hair, guiding her head as she took him deeper until the head pushed into her throat. She gagged but kept going, throat muscles working around him.
He felt the pressure building fast. His balls tightened. She did not stop. He came hard, thick spurts shooting into her mouth. She swallowed what she could, but some spilled out around his cock and ran down her chin onto her neck and breasts. She pulled back, licking the remaining drops from his tip, then wiped what was on her face with her fingers and licked them clean.
He was still hard, breathing heavy. He pulled her up and guided her into the back seat. She lay back on the leather, legs spread wide. The smell of sex and sweat was stronger inside the car. He climbed in after her, positioned himself between her thighs, and pushed his cock back into her soaked pussy. She cried out as he filled her again. He leaned down, sucking on her nipples while he thrust, his tongue circling the stiff peaks. His fingers roamed her body, sliding over the sweat-slick skin of her stomach and sides.
The car rocked with every hard thrust. The windows started to fog from their breath and body heat. She moaned louder, nails digging into his back. He kept going deep, the wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out filling the small space. She was close again, her pussy fluttering around him.
"Baby, stop, I’m going to—" she tried to say, but he kept thrusting harder. She came again, harder this time, her whole body shaking, juices soaking his cock and the seat beneath them. He kissed her deeply, sucking on her tongue while she trembled under him. Their bodies were slick with sweat, the car filled with the heavy smell of sex and skin. They stayed locked together, breathing hard, skin sticking where they touched, lost in the heat they had created.
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