Language and Cock on Marble

I was grinding my ass, pushing myself harder and preparing for another orgasm. I lowered my body towards his legs; now I was presenting myself more openly than ever and fucking him quickly and powerfully. My buttocks were trembling, I was hitting the marble between his legs with my breasts, and rubbing my clitoris against his balls. I knew he liked the view of my backside and enjoyed the rubbing. I intensified the movement and experienced the familiar tremors again
 
I was walking slowly along the long paths of the cemetery, surrounded by monuments and warmed marble, under the gentle autumn sun. The peace and the fruits of the wild chestnut reminded me of the time I spent happy days with Luka; in fact, only a few happy days remained in my memory... For the ninth year, I visit his grave on his birthday; who knows, maybe he would still be alive if my hand hadn't touched his fate... and the brakes on his luxurious black BMW. For nine long years, I wear black every day, most often leather or lace, and curse the day I met him. Constant arguments, blows, business trips during which he hid affairs with other women made me take control of things. And I ruled my life. And his... ha, ha.

I walked down the alley by the arcades, my leather cloak billowing behind me, revealing a black corset and garters. A few old ladies looked at me as the embodiment of the antichrist, but I have been performing my ritual for the ninth time. The expensive marble emerged before my eyes, shimmering. And it cost me a large part of my inheritance, but it was worth it; every year I enjoy it endlessly, more precisely on it. It was, and now it was impeccably cleaned and polished, thanks to my loyal housekeeper.

I stood before the stone-faced monument, determined. I then got down on all fours on the warmed stone and closed my eyes. With my left hand, I touched my lips, soft and full, gliding over the tender skin of my neck and décolletage, and my fingers grazed the edge of the corset. I released the fastening and slipped my hand between my lush breasts. They trembled like firm pudding; the marble-white skin against the marble-black background looked damn erotic. I took off the leather cloak, pulled my breasts out of the corset's confines, and lay on my back, spreading my legs and slapping the marble slab with my high heels. My slender, long legs were held by the fishnet garter stockings, and the remaining fastening of the corset was almost bursting from the swelling of my breasts. Two huge orbs spilled over the coarse fabric and swayed to the rhythm of my movements. I placed my palms on the dark red curves and gently kneaded them. I felt my nipples becoming large and hard, protruding and swelling, pointing towards the sky.

I moved my hands to my bare buttocks and dug my nails into them, pulling and squeezing. I spread my ass, imagining a huge cock plunging into it and fucking me wildly. I tried to avoid my pussy until the utmost excitement, but it was simply screaming for my fingers. It was always neatly trimmed, in a large triangle of reddish-brown color. I slipped between the already grown lips and plunged into the rich juices of my well. I was grinding my ass harder, teasing my clitoris, while I plunged my fingers deep into my pussy and thrust them into myself in the rhythm of fucking. I circled around the button in all directions and at all speeds, and then I began to surrender completely, letting out sighs and soft moans around me. I quickened the pace and intensified the thrusting on my fingers; my breasts were bouncing and hitting me in the neck, my nipples were erect and piercing the air. I was longing for the long-desired, always the most beautifully experienced orgasm. I had already started to tremble when I heard a deep male voice:

"Miss, get dressed immediately and leave the cemetery!"
I lifted my gaze, propped myself on my elbows, still with my pussy gaping, and saw an attractive young man in his twenties, in security attire.
"Please, do as I told you," his voice, under my dark gaze, no longer sounded so confident, and it was more than obvious how his gaze wandered over my huge breasts and aroused pussy.
I smiled at him and quietly replied:
"Just give me one more minute... to finish."
He swallowed hard, and when he thought of responding, I placed my hand on my breast and began to caress myself.
"Come closer," I said seductively.
He hesitated for a few seconds, but still approached uncertainly.
"Nibble my nipple!" I urged him, but he just looked at me confused. "Do I have to tell you twice, boy? Come on, kneel!" I said more sharply.

This time he obeyed me; a combination of fear and excitement seems to work best. He brought his lips to my swollen nipple and licked it. His full lips greedily enveloped my breast and gently sucked it. He played with my nipple, lightly nibbling and kissing it, fully immersing himself in the soft white flesh, then pulling away, stretching the tip of the breast that was trembling more and more with excitement. His hand found its way to my other breast; he caressed it not too gently, pinching the nipple between two fingers and rubbing it. I spread my legs wider, my pussy was drenched in hot juices, and I wanted him to lick me.

"Enough!" I shouted and added, "Get down and lick my pussy, I want to finish on your face. Suck my clitoris and lick my lips with quick licks; I want one finger in my pussy and another in my ass!"

He readily accepted my commands, lowered himself onto the dark marble, bowed his head, spread my lips, and I felt the hot, juicy lick along the entire length of my pussy. I grabbed my breasts, pinched my nipples, and pressed my face against him. Soon he slipped a finger into my pussy and glided inside. I was waiting for the second finger and soon welcomed it. He moistened the entrance to my ass with his tongue and then slowly inserted a finger. Now I was completely filled; he was fucking me quite vigorously, my breasts were bouncing and shaking. He was sucking and licking my clitoris, which I loved so much, and then he licked it quickly and energetically. I lifted my legs and spread wide, pressing my face against him and began to scream:

"Ah... lick me, dog... lick me harder... I'm going to spill all over your filthy face... thrust harder... ah.. aaaah... I'm coming!"
I trapped him with my thighs and rubbed against him as I experienced endlessly powerful tremors to the hell of my excited body. I released him and then commanded:

"Get undressed, and you'd better have a big and hard cock, now you're going to fuck me! First from the front, then you'll shove it in from behind. And if you’re a good boy, I’ll let you finish on my breasts!"
He was silent as if glued, just nodded and began to undress. He took off the top part of his uniform, and only unbuttoned the bottom and pulled his cock out. I was satisfied; he wasn't that long, but he was thick. Just enough to fill me completely. He was hard, visibly excited, knelt down, and grabbed my legs, thrusting his cock deep into my still very warm pussy. I felt dizzy every time he penetrated, and he was penetrating quickly and powerfully, as if he wanted to slice me into pieces with that thick, skillful cock. He gathered my legs and pushed them towards my head, so his view of my pussy became better, and with a passionate cry of pleasure, he continued to fuck me.

"Enough! I want to ride you. I want to fuck you! Lie down!" I shouted.
He obeyed me like a frightened puppy and lay down. I straddled him, squatted on his face, to tease him a little with my licking, and then sat on his cock. He watched as my pussy swallowed his rod and slid over it. He grabbed my breasts, shook them, and squeezed them, then used his hands to thrust my hips against him, raising his pelvis to penetrate deeper. I lifted myself up, he looked at me in confusion, but my movement calmed him and excited him again. I turned my back to him and rode him again. Due to the view of my backside and pussy, which was now riding the stiff spear from the other side, he went crazy and began to moan and groan even louder. I was grinding my ass, pushing myself harder and preparing for another orgasm. I lowered my body towards his legs; now I was presenting myself more openly than ever and fucking him quickly and powerfully. My buttocks were trembling, I was hitting the marble between his legs with my breasts, and rubbing my clitoris against his balls. I knew he liked the view of my backside and enjoyed the rubbing. I intensified the movement and experienced the familiar tremors again.

"Fuck, how well I'm fucking you, little bastard... here I come again... ahhhhh!"
I thrust myself onto his cock to the hilt and bounced on him. I knew he was close too, so I told him:
"Now that I've satisfied myself, I’ll give you your satisfaction. Fuck me in the ass!"

I presented my ass to him, which he readily accepted. He pressed his rod to the entrance and gently penetrated. I enveloped him with my tight anal muscles and let him enter fully. He quickly found the rhythm and continued to fuck me. He pulled my hips and fucked me harder and harder. His cock became so hard that I thought it would explode! He fucked me so powerfully that my breasts were shaking and hitting me in the face. At that moment, he finally spoke:

"Oh my, I'm going to cum! Where do you want me to spill it? I'm cumming!!"
He pulled his cock out of my ass, I turned around and offered him my breasts, which he drenched with hot, sticky sperm. The white liquid dripped over my nipples and between my breasts, and to squeeze out the last drop from his rod, I enveloped it with my breasts and tugged a little more.

"I hope you won't report me to the authorities," I said, looking at him intently.
"No, I won't, don't worry!" he replied, barely catching his breath. "I hope you won't report me either."
"Fine," I said. "After all, Christmas is approaching, so I’ll have to gift my dear husband again. And myself with your tongue and cock in my lustful pussy!"

In his eyes, I saw that he could hardly wait for Christmas.