Um belo de um boquete

In the sultry, dimly-lit boudoir, she sat on the edge of the king-sized bed, an ample blur of bulges barely contained by her lacy negligee. Her name was Maria, and she was a woman of many talents, but none more refined than the art of oral pleasure she was about to bestow upon her lucky lover, Marco.

Marco, a tall, dark and handsome brute of a man, lounged in a plush armchair across from Maria, his eyes hungrily roving over her exposed curves. He drank from a glass of crimson port, the rich vintage a heady complement to the headier delights to come.

“Meu amor,” Maria cooed, her lips curling into a wicked smile as she rose from the bed and sauntered towards Marco. Her hips swayed hypnotically, the sheer fabric of her negligee fluttering with each seductive step. “You have been a very good boy this week. I think you deserve a special treat.”

Marco swallowed hard, the murky port sliding down his throat with ease. He set his glass aside, his hands trembling slightly with anticipation. “And what, meu amor, would that treat be?” he asked, his voice husky with desire.

Maria chuckled, a-thrill with the power she held over him. She trailed one manicured hand down his chest, her touch feather-light and maddeningly sensual. “I thought you’d never ask,” she purred, dropping to her knees before him.

She worked deftly at the fastenings of his trousers, slipping her hand inside to grip his hardening length. Marco groaned, his head falling back against the chair as Maria began to stroke him, her finger dancing along the sensitive underside of his shaft.

“Maria,” he gasped, his hips bucking upwards involuntarily. “Sua boca em meu pau. Por favor.”

Maria looked up at him through her lashes, her eyes alight with lust. “Whatever you desire, meu amor,” she whispered, before leaning forward and taking him into her mouth.

Her lips were heaven, velvety soft and warm as she enveloped him. She worked her way down his shaft, a tantalizing inch at a time, until he could feel the back of her throat. Then, she began to suck, her cheeks hollowing out as she created a lewd vacuum around his member.

Marco’s hands flew to her hair, his fingers tangling in her dark tresses as he guided her head, setting a rhythm that had him seesawing in and out of her mouth. Maria was a master craftsman, her tongue darting out to lap at the underside of his glans, her teeth grazing him just hard enough to send sparks of pleasure-pain through him.

“Maria,” he growled, his voice a low, rough rumble in his chest. “Vou gozar no seu boquete. Vou te encher com meu gozo.”

Maria simply hummed in response, the vibrations adding a new layer of sensation to the experience. Marco grunted, thrusting harder into her mouth, chasing the pleasure that was building low in his belly. He could feel his orgasm approaching, the tell-tale tightening in his loins, the static electricity crackling at the base of his spine.

“Muito bom,” Maria purred around a mouthful of cock, sensing his impending climax. “Enche minha boca com o seu leitinho quente. Eu quero engolir tudinho.”

Her vulgar words pushed Marco over the edge. With a guttural cry, he thrust deep, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself down her throat. Maria swallowed greedily, her throat working as she guzzled down his seed.

As the last waves of his orgasm faded, Marco sagged back in the chair, his chest heaving with exertion. Maria rose to her feet, licking her lips with satisfaction. “Boa noite, meu amor,” she said, blowing him a kiss before sauntering off to prepare for bed.

Marco watched her go, a sated grin spreading across his face. He had to admit, he was one lucky man. As he drifted off to sleep, he wondered what other “special treats” Maria might have in store for him. One thing was for sure – he couldn’t wait to find out.

And so, the lovers drifted off into a restless, pleasure-filled slumber, the events of the night fading into a pleasant haze. But their story is far from over. In the sultry, dimly-lit boudoir, there are always new delights to be discovered, new ways to push the boundaries of pleasure and propriety.

But that, my dear reader, is a tale for another day. For now, let Maria and Marco rest, their bodies humming with satisfaction, their dreams filled with the promise of more to come. The end.|370 characters