The day after our escape from the party in the previous story…

I woke up to my phone vibrating on my nightstand. My body still remembered every touch, every thrust Matheus had made at the party, and his message only heightened my desire:

“Good morning, hottie. Ready to continue yesterday’s madness?”

I smiled to myself, feeling an intense heat rise from my stomach to my throat. I typed without thinking:

“I can’t wait… pick me up at the mall at 2pm?”

The rest of the morning was a delicious torture: every thought, every memory of the car at the party left me wet, eager to see him again. My body reacted just to the thought of his hands sliding up my thighs, his tongue exploring my neck, the low, husky moans escaping him.

When the clock struck two, there he was, in the mall parking lot, devouring me with his eyes as soon as I approached. Before speaking, he pulled me into the car, and our lips met in an urgent, intense kiss. My hands curled around his neck, feeling every muscle in his firm, warm body against mine.

We clung to each other passionately, bodies pressed together, hands gliding over each other's curves, exploring every inch of each other. His cock pressed against my core, and I trembled with desire, biting his lip, moaning softly, feeling the heat rise to my belly. When he tried to penetrate me right then and there, I smiled mischievously and held him tight.

“Stop… I want it to be better. Let’s go to the motel, I want to feel you devour every piece of me without rushing.”

He arched his eyebrow, surprised, but with a mischievous smile:

“You’re insufferable… and I love it.”

With one last, intense, sigh-inducing kiss, we left for the motel. Every second on the way seemed to fuel the fire burning between us.

When we arrived, Matheus pulled me close, kissing us urgently. His hands slid down my body, squeezing, exploring every curve, while I bit his shoulder, feeling his hard cock press against my legs. I unbuttoned his shirt, caressing his warm chest, my hands sliding down to his waist, pulling him closer. He lifted my dress, exposing my soft skin, and I arched, offering every inch of myself.

The first time we had sex started slowly but intensely. Each deep thrust pierced me completely, making my moans mingle with his, filling the room with the sound of our desire. I clung to his shoulders, grinding, feeling my entire body respond to his firm touch, to the rhythm he dictated.

Matheus alternated between hard and slow thrusts, each one taking me deeper, higher. His hands gripped my hips, keeping me pressed against him, while one hand moved up to my breasts, squeezing, massaging, making me arch my body even further. He lowered his head to my neck, biting and sucking, and I cried out his name, lost in the pleasure.

When my first orgasm hit, I exploded in waves, squeezing his cock, feeling every muscle in response, but he didn't stop. He kept riding, feeling my release mix with his, until he finally groaned loudly, releasing all his lust inside me. We stayed panting for a few seconds, pressed together, feeling the heat and sweat still pulsing between us.

But we never rested. Our eyes met, and desire reignited. We kissed again, frantic, hands sliding, bodies snuggled together. Matheus lifted me onto the bed, holding my legs open, and thrust hard and deep again. Each thrust made me moan loudly, my body arching in search of more. He alternated the rhythm, faster, deeper, while I clung to his shoulders, feeling each movement that pushed me to the edge.

He ran his hand over my breasts, squeezing, while I bit my lip, moaning, feeling consecutive waves of pleasure wash over me. When I came for the second time, my body trembled, squeezing him tightly, and he groaned loudly with me, releasing all his lust inside me again.

Even after that, the fire was still there. We kept moving, kissing, exploring every curve, every touch, every reaction. The room was filled with the sounds of our pleasure, the creaking of the bed, the moans and heavy breathing. Each thrust, each movement consumed us more, making it clear that this day would be ours alone, filled with desire, surrender, and absolute pleasure.

After a few seconds of looking at us, still panting and sweaty, Matheus smiled mischievously and whispered:

“You have no idea how much I want you again…”

I smiled, biting my lip, feeling my body react just from his teasing. “Oh, I know… and you’re going to have to prove it to me.”

Our lips met again, in an intense, hungry kiss. My hands slid down his chest, down to his abdomen, feeling every muscle tense with desire. He held me by the hips, pressing me against him as our tongues explored each other, low moans escaping us.

Matheus laid me down on the bed, climbing on top of me, and began exploring my body with his mouth. He kissed my neck, my breasts, slowly working his way down, nibbling and sucking, until he reached my intimate area. He firmly spread my legs and began licking my pussy intensely, sucking and sucking, eliciting loud moans that filled the room.

My body trembled beneath his touch, and I clutched the sheets, arching my spine, feeling every flick of his tongue drive me over the edge. When I finally came from his mouth sucking me, he groaned against me in satisfaction and looked up, a mischievous smile on his lips.

Without giving me time to breathe, he positioned himself over me again, pushed his hard cock inside me, and began to penetrate me hard, fast, each thrust making me moan loudly, my body arching along with his. He held me by the hips, squeezing tightly, while I clung to his shoulders, lost in the intensity.

"I'm going to cum, and I want it in your mouth…" he growled, holding my head lightly, and I opened my mouth, feeling his heat fill my mouth as he came, releasing all the lust inside me. I swallowed, still moaning with the pleasure of penetration, my body trembling.

After a few seconds, still glued together, Matheus smiled, kissing my cheek and hair. "Now yes... time to go, but this isn't over, Manuella."

We showered, got dressed quickly, our bodies still warm, and left the motel, every touch and look filled with desire, knowing that day had been intense, unforgettable, and completely ours.

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