This story was automatically created with AI assistance. All characters are adults. 18+.
The gallery opening in Düsseldorf pulsed with dimmed light, the clinking of champagne glasses, and the murmur of art connoisseurs. As a copywriter, I stood among abstract paintings, but my entire body was tense as a bow. My thoughts revolved only around her: Lena, the art director who had turned my world upside down five years ago. We had spent one night together back then, a night that burned inside me like a glowing iron. Our paths had separated, but now, in this crowd, my gaze relentlessly searched for her. I remembered her skin, the taste of her cunt on my tongue, the moans she let out back then as I plunged deep into her. The memory made my cock harder in my pants. I had to find her.
I didn’t have to search long. Lena stood before a monumental painting, her dark hair falling in soft waves over her bare shoulders. She wore a black, form-fitting dress that perfectly enclosed her breasts and emphasized her hips. When she turned around, her gaze hit me like an electric shock. A smile played on her full lips, and I saw in her brown eyes the same desire that burned in me. She knew it. I knew it. The air around us seemed to thicken.
“Lena,” I breathed, my voice hoarse with lust. She stepped closer, the scent of her perfume — heavy and sensual — enveloped me. “You look stunning,” I said, and my gaze wandered unabashedly over her body, lingering on her breasts, which were outlined under the fabric.
She laughed softly, a sound that shot straight into my cock. “And you look like you have something specific on your mind.”
“I’m thinking about that night,” I admitted, my voice now a murmur. “I’m thinking about how you trembled under me back then when I took you.”
Lena’s eyes widened, but she didn’t pull back. Instead, she leaned closer to me, her breast brushing my arm. “Me too. I’ve often thought about it. About how deep you penetrated me. How you made me scream.” Her voice was a hoarse whisper meant only for me.
We strolled through the gallery, but neither of us saw the artworks. Every touch, every accidental contact of our bodies made the tension between us rise higher. I placed my hand on her lower back, felt the warmth of her body through the thin fabric. She pressed slightly against it, and I felt my cock pressing against my pants, hard and ready. “I want you,” I whispered in her ear, my lips brushing her earlobe. “I want you now.”
Lena turned to me, her gaze glazed with desire. “Then come with me. My car is outside.”
The drive through the quiet streets of Düsseldorf was agonizing. We didn’t speak a word, but my hand lay on her bare thigh, feeling the smooth, hot skin. She breathed heavily, her breasts rising and falling under the dress. When we stopped in front of her apartment, I could barely contain myself. I followed her up the stairs, my heart hammering in my chest. As soon as the door clicked shut, she turned to me, and our lips met in a wild, greedy kiss.
My hands roamed over her body, tearing at her dress. I wanted to see her naked, feel her skin, inhale her scent. She sensed my impatience and helped me open the zipper. The dress fell to the floor, and Lena stood before me in nothing but a narrow black thong. Her breasts were full and firm, the nipples hard as I brushed my thumbs over them. She moaned softly and pressed against my hands.
“I want your cock,” she whispered, her fingers tugging at my belt. I helped her open my pants, and my hard, throbbing cock sprang out, the glistening tip wet with excitement. She immediately dropped her head, took it in her mouth, and I buried my fingers in her hair. “Fuck, Lena,” I groaned as her tongue licked over the tip and then glided down the entire shaft. Her mouth was warm and wet, and she knew exactly how to drive me insane. She took me deep, until her lips touched my balls, and I felt my whole body tremble.
“I want to fuck you,” I panted, pulling her up. She laughed, a rough, sensual laugh. “Then fuck me. But hard. Just like back then.” She led me into the bedroom, where the large bed awaited us. I pushed her onto the mattress, ripped her thong down, and spread her legs. Her cunt was already wet, her labia swollen and moist. I bent down and licked her, plunging my tongue into her hot, tight slit. She moaned loudly, her hips bucking against my face. “Yes, lick me, make me wet,” she begged, and I obeyed, licking her clit until she trembled beneath me.
Then I straightened up, positioned my cock at her wet opening. “Are you ready?” I asked, my voice hoarse with lust. She nodded, her eyes half-closed, her mouth open. “Fuck me,” she breathed. “Fuck me already.”
I thrust in. With a single, hard push, I plunged deep into her. Lena cried out, a scream that wavered between pain and pleasure. Her cunt was tight and hot, gripping my cock like a fist. “Yes, fuck me,” she moaned, and I began to pump, hard and fast, each thrust driving me deeper into her. The mattress squeaked beneath us, her breasts bounced in rhythm with my thrusts. I grabbed them, squeezed them, massaged her hard nipples.
“You feel so fucking good,” I panted as I rammed into her. “So tight, so wet.” She moaned, her fingernails digging into my back. “Yes, deeper, deeper,” she begged, and I obeyed, thrusting even deeper until my pelvis slammed against her pubic bone. Her legs wrapped around my hips, and she pulled me even deeper into her.
I pulled my cock almost all the way out and then thrust back in, a deep, hard stroke that made her scream. “That’s it,” she panted. “Just like that, fuck me, fuck me hard.” I felt her inner muscles tighten around me, a sign that she was close to climax. I slowed down, letting her hover on the edge of release. She whimpered, and I leaned forward to kiss her neck. “Come for me,” I whispered. “Come on my cock.”
I began pumping again, a fast, steady rhythm that sent her straight over the edge.
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