I fuck Martina Smeraldi after party

It was-well after midnight, and the rave had long been over. Chris Diamond, exhausted but exhilarated from being the life of the party, stumbled into his penthouse apartment, his mind still buzzing with the sonic Boom of bass and pulsing laser lights. That’s when he spotted her – a vision in a slinky black dress, perched on his couch like a midnight angel with an unpainted face streaked by tears.

“Martina? What the hell…” Chris began, his words slurring slightly. “Why are you crying so hard?” He looked closer, noticing her eyes were glassy and unfocused. She wasn’t just upset; she was high out of her mind on something.

“I’m sorry, baby. I’m so sorry,” she slurred, her words coming out like a song sung in a lovely intoxicated language. Her tear-streaks had smeared her glittery makeup, giving her face an otherworldly, ethereal look. “I was an idiot…I missed you so much.”

Chris sighed, walking over to her. The pain in his heart and anger from their fight was still raw, but the sight of her, high and vulnerable in front of him – how could he stay mad? He sat down next to her, looking into those wild, jaded eyes.

“I missed you too, babe,” he said softly. “But we can’t keep doing this, you know. I want to be with you, not a ghost.” He cupped her face gently, wiping away glitter and tears.

“… Want you to make me your ghost,” she demanded breathlessly, pulling him into a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. There was desperation in it, a need to be consumed by him, mind, body and soul. Chris groaned against her mouth, his hands sliding down to grasp the lush curve of her ass. She felt amazing.

Martina moaned into the kiss, practically crawling into his lap. She had always had a thing for him – it was hard not to be attracted to the tall, muscular magic man with golden skin, soulful honey eyes, and wild platinum hair.vidia. But now, she actually had him. Her itchy, twitchy body craved the drug she had shot up. And knowing that she had thoroughly disgraced herself to get it only made her more desperate.

His tongue stroked over hers, hot and possessive as his hands palmed her big ass. A little whimper rose from her throat as she pressed her body flush against him, letting him feel her nipples hardening against his chest even through their clothes. She rolled her hips, grinding against the obvious bulge in his pants.

“You want me, baby?” She purred, pulling back from the kiss with a sultry smile. “Don’t fight it. We’ll have fun.” Her hands slid under his shirt, roaming over etched abs and hard pecs. “I’ll make you feel good… if you make me feel better.”

Chris’s breath hitched as her fingers brushed over his nipple. He grabbed her wrist, stopping her explorations. For a minute, he was mute. She looked so damn sexy like this, all glassy-eyed and horny. But the mania in her eyes gave him pause.

“Tina…have you gotten high?” He asked sharply. She averted her gaze, biting her red, glossy lip. Definitely. “Fuck, baby.” He sighed, fingers tightening around her wrist. “We can’t…I mean, when you’re on…”

“Please, Chris,” she cut him off, gazing up at him with bruised eyes. “Just give me tonight. Tomorrow, I’ll go to rehab…I’ll do anything. But tonight…I want you.”

He searched her face, seeing the need, the desperation. She was unraveling in front of him, spinning out of control. He didn’t want to, knew he shouldn’t… but fuck, she was so sexy and he had been so lonely, fucking out of his mind with grief. And she wanted him. Not his best work… but still.

“You’re fucking trouble, you know that?” He said lowly, fingers tightening around her wrist. She whimpered, nodding frantically. “But I guess one more time won’t hurt anything. Just one night.”

She squealed happily, kissing all over his face as he grabbed her hips, hovering her over his lap. “I love you, I love you, I love you.” A string of sloppy, needy kisses. Her tongue was hot and uncoordinated, painting messy streaks of saliva over his chin. His cock throbbed in his pants and he rocked up against her, grinding against her through the denim.

“Take my cock out,” He demanded breathlessly. Didn’t even need to tell her twice. She slid to the floor on her knees, fumbling at his fly.

“Oh baby, “She purred softly, freeing his dick from his underwear. Quickly and expertly, she spat on her hand, slicking up his cock. “Fuck, you’re huge…” Her hand pumped lazily up and down his shaft, and she dipped down, flicking her tongue over the tip.

He swore, bucking his hips up needily. Martina giggled, pleased at the reaction before taking his length into her mouth. Her lips were soft and wet as she sucked him in deep, making his back arch off the couch. Just as he seemed to be settling into her rhythm, she blew him a huge mouthful of spit – just like a gag reflex gift. She sucked the drool back in slowly, letting her lipstick smear over his skin.