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There were unfinished business and unfulfilled desires since the last party where Villa Dracone had hosted us..."
Once again our lust had projected us out of time, in a whirlwind of emotions and fantasies capable of making the evening that awaits us unforgettable.
The choice of costumes this time was simple, in twenties style, following the theme of the evening that was inspired by the famous novel "The Great Gatsby".
Going down the stairs of the villa I was amazed at the effect of the thousand candles that illuminated the garden reflected on the body of my companion.
Their light set the sequins of her evening gown on fire in a magical sparkle that enhanced her beauty even more.
The elegant mouthpiece she held between her lips gave her a sensual and mischievous air, which made it impossible not to notice her.
As soon as we arrived in the garden of the villa we found ourselves in the company of a dozen couples who were chatting amiably.
The guests in costumes were entertaining themselves between excellent food and a river of bubbles that loosening inhibitions favored the fall of the first epaulets.
Among the guests I immediately recognized the Countess who owned the estate. She was wrapped in a sensual red dress that exalted its forms, allowing a glimpse of forbidden fruits that few could afford to taste.
Next to her was the couple of friends who had organized the party elegant and simply perfect in their evening dresses.
In the middle of the garden, a luxurious vintage custom-built car whose bodywork was polished by the naked skin of splendid creatures, dressed in malice and sequins that alternated with posing for photographers.
I couldn't take my eyes off our guest's body.
Her dress, light beyond all decency, shamelessly drew the furrow of her beautiful ass on the transparent fabric.
Miss V, my sensual companion, had joined the woman at the side of the outfit.
Shot after shot, under the eyes of the photographer, their effusions had become more and more explicit, until my partner's bejeweled fingers had reappeared between Miss E.'s naked thighs, wrapping her pussy with the palm of her hand.
The evening had become a merry-go-round of bodies, music and emotions.
In the corners of the villa half-naked bodies lingered in the pleasures of the flesh enjoying each other excited by the mischievous looks of the other guests.
The two sexting musicians who were performing for us playing saxophone and violin seemed a bit disoriented by what was happening around them.
I watched them thinking they were irresistible prey.
Their youth and embarrassment was overwhelming food for the ferocious minds of the mischievous costumed creatures who wanted to feed only on lust that night.
The seductive music of the sax had drawn like moths around a fire made of musical notes half-naked bodies that indulged in melody.
Four splendid women, less and less dressed, lingered around the sexting man, touching him with mischievous fingers.
On his body were rubbed luxuriant breasts that overflowed shamelessly from clothes now unable to keep them hidden.
Voluptuous fingers grabbed the boy's member and pulled him out of his pants.
Even the blowjob and the skillful work of the woman's hands did not seem to distract the artist from the melody.
Just a hint of a cue underlined the copious cumshot the boy discharged into her mouth, while her Baccini continued to move as if he were literally fucking her face.
The night had unleashed demons... Demons nesting in the dark souls of those who were letting themselves be embraced by lust and lust.
The show had obviously touched the right strings in Miss V's mind, her eyes as black as night foreshadowed sins that did not contemplate absolution.
The whiplash with which she had dabbled shortly before with a slave offered to her by the Countess had only been an appetizer for her cravings.
On the slave's back she had drawn with the whip a thousand scarlet lines that would soon become the score in which to insert the notes of her most perverse pleasures.
The warm air of summer caressed my naked body, touching my back and giving me a pleasant thrill.
From the terrace I could see the elegant canopy where our guest was dispensing generously edged between his wife's thighs.
The same beautiful hips that I had desired throughout the evening were shaken by the pleasure that the wise movement of his man knew how to give my cock to the show with a brazen erection.
The show excited me, but it certainly could not distract my attention from the moans coming from the bedroom behind me.
Miss V had taken a beautiful man by the hand and invited him up to her room.
The result was a sensual game of mouths that I hoped to join as soon as possible.
What I had not considered was that even one of the two very good artists, who had cheered us up with his violin, would join the evening.
The scene in front of me was obscene ... while she delighted in making the man she had seduced enjoy her mouth, the boy possessed her with determination before my eyes, in a whirlwind of desire capable of painting thoughts increasingly pushed into my mind.
All it took was a knowing look to make the two lovers understand that it was time to let us consume the emotions that the evening had transmitted to us.
Left alone in a room that smelled of centuries of sin, I let my lips slip on her skin, in search of the scent of sex that raged like an elegant jewel.
Then, after tasting the taste of the cocks she had enjoyed a few moments before, I entered her bowels becoming one made of moans and pleasure.
I thank the friends who made this beautiful party possible and all the readers who indirectly became part of it through this story...
Once again our lust had projected us out of time, in a whirlwind of emotions and fantasies capable of making the evening that awaits us unforgettable.
The choice of costumes this time was simple, in twenties style, following the theme of the evening that was inspired by the famous novel "The Great Gatsby".
Going down the stairs of the villa I was amazed at the effect of the thousand candles that illuminated the garden reflected on the body of my companion.
Their light set the sequins of her evening gown on fire in a magical sparkle that enhanced her beauty even more.
The elegant mouthpiece she held between her lips gave her a sensual and mischievous air, which made it impossible not to notice her.
As soon as we arrived in the garden of the villa we found ourselves in the company of a dozen couples who were chatting amiably.
The guests in costumes were entertaining themselves between excellent food and a river of bubbles that loosening inhibitions favored the fall of the first epaulets.
Among the guests I immediately recognized the Countess who owned the estate. She was wrapped in a sensual red dress that exalted its forms, allowing a glimpse of forbidden fruits that few could afford to taste.
Next to her was the couple of friends who had organized the party elegant and simply perfect in their evening dresses.
In the middle of the garden, a luxurious vintage custom-built car whose bodywork was polished by the naked skin of splendid creatures, dressed in malice and sequins that alternated with posing for photographers.
I couldn't take my eyes off our guest's body.
Her dress, light beyond all decency, shamelessly drew the furrow of her beautiful ass on the transparent fabric.
Miss V, my sensual companion, had joined the woman at the side of the outfit.
Shot after shot, under the eyes of the photographer, their effusions had become more and more explicit, until my partner's bejeweled fingers had reappeared between Miss E.'s naked thighs, wrapping her pussy with the palm of her hand.
The evening had become a merry-go-round of bodies, music and emotions.
In the corners of the villa half-naked bodies lingered in the pleasures of the flesh enjoying each other excited by the mischievous looks of the other guests.
The two sexting musicians who were performing for us playing saxophone and violin seemed a bit disoriented by what was happening around them.
I watched them thinking they were irresistible prey.
Their youth and embarrassment was overwhelming food for the ferocious minds of the mischievous costumed creatures who wanted to feed only on lust that night.
The seductive music of the sax had drawn like moths around a fire made of musical notes half-naked bodies that indulged in melody.
Four splendid women, less and less dressed, lingered around the sexting man, touching him with mischievous fingers.
On his body were rubbed luxuriant breasts that overflowed shamelessly from clothes now unable to keep them hidden.
Voluptuous fingers grabbed the boy's member and pulled him out of his pants.
Even the blowjob and the skillful work of the woman's hands did not seem to distract the artist from the melody.
Just a hint of a cue underlined the copious cumshot the boy discharged into her mouth, while her Baccini continued to move as if he were literally fucking her face.
The night had unleashed demons... Demons nesting in the dark souls of those who were letting themselves be embraced by lust and lust.
The show had obviously touched the right strings in Miss V's mind, her eyes as black as night foreshadowed sins that did not contemplate absolution.
The whiplash with which she had dabbled shortly before with a slave offered to her by the Countess had only been an appetizer for her cravings.
On the slave's back she had drawn with the whip a thousand scarlet lines that would soon become the score in which to insert the notes of her most perverse pleasures.
The warm air of summer caressed my naked body, touching my back and giving me a pleasant thrill.
From the terrace I could see the elegant canopy where our guest was dispensing generously edged between his wife's thighs.
The same beautiful hips that I had desired throughout the evening were shaken by the pleasure that the wise movement of his man knew how to give my cock to the show with a brazen erection.
The show excited me, but it certainly could not distract my attention from the moans coming from the bedroom behind me.
Miss V had taken a beautiful man by the hand and invited him up to her room.
The result was a sensual game of mouths that I hoped to join as soon as possible.
What I had not considered was that even one of the two very good artists, who had cheered us up with his violin, would join the evening.
The scene in front of me was obscene ... while she delighted in making the man she had seduced enjoy her mouth, the boy possessed her with determination before my eyes, in a whirlwind of desire capable of painting thoughts increasingly pushed into my mind.
All it took was a knowing look to make the two lovers understand that it was time to let us consume the emotions that the evening had transmitted to us.
Left alone in a room that smelled of centuries of sin, I let my lips slip on her skin, in search of the scent of sex that raged like an elegant jewel.
Then, after tasting the taste of the cocks she had enjoyed a few moments before, I entered her bowels becoming one made of moans and pleasure.
I thank the friends who made this beautiful party possible and all the readers who indirectly became part of it through this story...
