Carnival of Redemption

He didn't let me be barefoot, in patent leather shoes I had to squeeze him while kissing my aroused lips as he slowly and rigidly penetrated my warm vagina with his phallus.

The city was deserted that evening, cold and damp. A crowd of faces had vanished and huddled under tents of love, cafes, and nightclubs; I was hurriedly running to the meeting place, to the club where the carnival was being held that night. I wore a beautiful black fabric with a few pieces of white. The high slit grew up my leg all the way to my frozen groin. I had lightly hidden my hair under a specific hood made of the same material, my cold, pale face and blue eyes stood out, killing random passersby. I had tightly fitted my breasts in the black fabric, without a bra, and my nipples were swelling as the cold gently caressed them, making them all the more apparent.

This is how I moved through the city in my little intimate perfection, igniting the eyes of passersby. I was dressed like a nun, with a deep slit up to my groin, through which lacy nylons and beautiful patent leather shoes up to my ankles peeked out. I walked provocatively and slowly, and the high heels dictated a walk like a cat, so feminine that I remained remembered and recorded in the minds of female passersby as an unattainable competition. I was desirable to myself and to others, I was an enigma in my clothing, a nun with a beautiful face and nipples that protruded through the fine fabric.

After a pleasant walk, which pulled through the cold my limbs and breasts, I dashed into the club where the carnival was taking place. I looked at all the masked bodies and those that weren't. It was obvious I was the only one dressed as a nun and now all that was left was to find myself a partner, in this case, it shouldn't be a masked priest, the weakness of that outfit didn't attract me. In the corner, I spotted some beastly mask, a beautiful wolf man, who frightened the entire hall with his presence, while the eyes of desire devoured me as I moved. The wolf licked his tongue at me, and there was something more than just a glimmer in his eyes.

My breasts swelled even more, I knew this was the beginning of a wonderful coupling, I knew deep down that I had found a partner, my animal who would understand my cold and slippery groin, as well as my swollen breasts, I knew he was the guide into my imagination and that I must not let him out of my proximity. I must tear his tongue out to attract him, it wasn't enough that he just licked it at me. After a few minutes, I approached him and touched his warm fur, he responded in kind by touching the fabric of my costume and praising it. The story was short because our eyes mostly spoke. It was all obvious, in a very short time we disappeared from the hall, full of liquor, and found ourselves in his carriage, a black car with leather upholstery.

In a second, he rearranged the seats and my groin was already embracing his head, and his mask. I didn't want him to take it off, nor did I take mine off, we were sinful, a nun who seduced a wolf and now was squeezing her hot intimate juice down his fur and face. It was so soft and warm, his artificial wolf fur sliding over my body, his virtuoso tongue touching my bare legs. He didn't let me be barefoot, in patent leather shoes I had to squeeze him while kissing my aroused lips as he slowly and rigidly penetrated my warm vagina with his phallus. I was warm, all the cold was washed away from my life, my breasts spoke to him as he leaned against them. The wolf rubbed me with his hands slowly and with much passion howled with his phallus in my vagina, he was the creator of purity and beauty as we fogged up all the windows in the car. His fur sang and at times it seemed to me that he was a real wolf, and that I was finally at my redemption of sins, soft and moist as a true woman experiences only once in a lifetime. And his lips were sweet and full of blood that pulsed from them to his rigid phallus, which knew how to work and where to work inside me.

I impregnated his thoughts and squeezed his back, I penetrated through his mask, fur, and thoughts, all the way to the bare essence of being, leaving him sweet traces of my nails where it was possible, where a piece of smooth skin of a man peeked out. I mounted him. What the beast in him begged for, it received, still my parts of black fabric with a few white pieces crawled over him. He melted with my cries and jumps until the moment we cut together in our deepest passion and climaxed at the moment when the rosy dawn broke.