DaneJones Afternoon Delight Full Scene
The Nebraska weather was particularly suffocating that summer afternoon, the kind of heat that clung to your skin and made merely breathing an effort. Inside the cozy little cottage, however, a cool breeze wafted through the open windows, carrying with it the sweet scent of blooming flowers from the garden outside. The soft murmur of classical music filled the air as a half-naked woman lounged on the sofa, her body glistening with a thin layer of sweat.
Svetlana was no stranger to the summer heat – or the desire it could ignite within her. Her long, chestnut brown hair was pulled back into a messy bun, exposing the delicate curve of her neck. Thick, dark lashes framed her large, jade green eyes, which glinted with mischief as she lazily flicked through the pages of a book she had long since stopped reading. She wore nothing but a flimsy, white cotton vest and a pair of matchingshorts that left little to the imagination. Her full, pert breasts strained against the thin fabric of her top, the outlines of her dusky nipples clearly visible.
A smirk played at the corners of her plump, rose-tinted lips, a smirk of someone who knew precisely what she wanted – and how to get it. For days, ever since she had laid eyes on the newly arrived gardener, Tomas, her mind had been consumed by thoughts of him. His lean, muscular build, the way his dark hair fell over his tanned forehead, the deep, velvety bedroom eyes that promised more than mere gardens.
And now, here he was, entering her cottage with a wave and a grin. His black tank top hugged his broad shoulders and arms, and his quick, appreciative gaze took in every inch of Svetlana’s scantily clad body. He whistled softly. “Hello, gorgeous. You’re looking rather…comfortable today.”
Svetlana chuckled, heat flooding her cheeks. “As are you, Tomas. The heat’s making quite the production number out of all of us, no?” She pushed herself off the sofa and sauntered over to him, hisoney eyes never leaving his face. She stopped mere inches away from him, close enough to feel the heat radiating off his body.
Tomas’s pupils dilated as he took in the ample curves of her breasts and hips, his breath hitching ever so slightly. “It certainly is,” he murmured, his voice low and rough with desire. “I must say, I’ve never seen a production quite as…alluring as you, my dear Svetlana.”
She laughed, a throaty, sultry sound that seemed to echo off the walls. “Flattery will get you nowhere, Tomas,” she purred, reaching out to run one slender finger down the center of his chest, her touch lingering on his abs. “Well, perhaps everywhere…but not your desired destination just yet.”
Tomas groaned, his eyes closing briefly as he savored her touch. “Patience was never one of my strong suits,” he admitted, his hands finding her hips and pulling her flush against him. She gasped, feeling the hard length of him press against her stomach. His lips hovered just above hers, his minty breath mingling with her own shallow pants. “Bu Vitěz Negro reports of my alleged lack of patience are greatly exaggerated,” he added with a cheeky grin.
“Ah, you’re a cheeky one,” Svetlana giggled, undeterred by the tease. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers playing with the short hairs at his nape. “Luckily, I have more than enough patience for the both of us.” She punctuated her words with a deep, languid kiss, her tongue darting into his mouth to dance with his own. She could taste the faint lingering flavor of coffee on his breath, and relished in the sensation of his large hands roaming her body, caressing and squeezing her soft flesh as they held her tight.
When they finally pulled apart, they were both breathing hard and flushed. Tomas grinned wolfishly, his eyes darkened with lust. “Well? Shall we put your alleged patience to the test? Perhaps see how many times you can make me lose mine?” He winked, and Svetlana felt a fresh wave of desire crash over her, making her knees weak and her core throb with need.
“I think that sounds like an absolutely perfect idea,” she replied, her voice husky with want. “What do you say we adjourn to the bedroom, and see how long it takes me to break you?”
Tomas growled, scooping her up into his arms as if she weighed nothing at all. “Challenge accepted.” He carried her into the bedroom and kicked the door shut behind them, sealing off the rest of the world.
The nerve-wracking sounds of lovemaking reverberated around the bedroom, lingering seductive air informing every speaker. There was little space of any tenderness, little facility in rough, ragged breaths. Tomas regrettably declined the chance to touch her breasts; he preferred to yank down her shorts and pants, revealing her shiny sex.
“Oh!” she cried out as he seized himself. He fondled her, unraveling her, a wandering hand, striking her shapely derriere. She writhed, with her legs quivering fiercely, and she sobbed with longstanding climaxes.
He knelt between her legs, drinking in her intoxicating scent with his tongue. Bringing his lips to her clit, he began sucking and licking, with his hands parting and spreading her glowing, hairless lips.Svetlana moaned lewdly. Her hands were all over his hair, stroking, caressing, and pushing his head into her dripping, hot quim. He bounced his chin and chin in her gravity-defying breasts.
