The sounds of grunting, squishing, moaning, and butt slapping against flesh continued to fill the presidential suite.
"You like that?"
Bruno asked, as his thrusts became faster, his body soaked in sweat.
The air conditioner wasn't enough to cool them in the heat of their ecstasy.
"Yes, that's it... you're doing great... baby! Faster..."
Beauty cried, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. She started gasping, mouthing inaudible gibberish at him.
Slowly, her trembling hands reached for his and held on as if her life depended on it.
"Yes..."
"You're fucking driving me crazy!"
Bruno cried, his hips moving uncontrollably.
The "thwack... thwack... thwack" sound of his heavy, wet balls slapping against her soft ass made him realize she was thrusting back with equal energy.
He wanted her to surrender to him. He didn't want her to feel the need to push against him.
He increased his thrusts so much that Beauty felt her walls breaking down. She couldn't escape it.
"Oh yes... oh... oh my goodness..."
The continued stimulation of her engorged clit caused her to almost lose balance, but Bruno's grip was tight, keeping her steady.
She knew Bruno was close too.
"Fuck... fuck... fuck!"
Bruno cursed, roughly pulling her legs above her head.
It was painful, but she didn't want to complain.
Look at his face-he was enjoying it!
"That's it. I can feel it about to explode," she whispered to herself, letting go so she could cum with him.
"I'm cumming too, baby... you did so great..."
Bruno's butt clenched tightly as he violently slammed into her, like he was possessed. It was nothing like he'd felt in his lifetime.
His mind was blank; all he wanted was to release the pressure, to get this off-this load that was driving him fucking crazy. He shot his load into her, so hot.
"Ahhh!!! Fuck!"
He cried loudly.
Finally!
He collapsed on top of Beauty, panting heavily, his body soaked in sweat.
Beauty was recovering from her own release, their bodies still joined.
Beauty couldn't hold his weight anymore, and she didn't know how to get him to understand.
"Bruno... are you dead?"
Beauty whispered, teasing him.
Dead?
Well, his soul was definitely snatched minutes ago.
Slowly, Bruno came back to his senses. He rolled away from her and murmured, "Sorry, I must've been heavy."
Beauty giggled.
"No, you're not, baby."
"Did I hurt you back then? I've never felt so... so..."
Beauty interrupted with a giggle.
"No... it was sexy and hot... I loved it."
He swallowed and nodded, then a wide grin spread across his lips.
Proud.
"Thanks."
He breathed heavily, mouth open, catching his breath.
Beauty smiled and turned to him. He looked utterly exhausted.
Noticing, he pulled her into a hug and kissed her lips.
Their bodies were sweaty and sticky, and Beauty wanted to suggest they take a bath.
"Can we do this again tomorrow?"
Bruno whispered.
She tried not to laugh.
"I'm your girlfriend; we can do it any day, my love."
She replied.
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The next morning, Beauty woke slowly, her eyes dimming as the bright morning light crept through the large windows of the presidential suite.
She smiled at the memories of last night, her body still tired from the insane love-making.
Bruno had looked into her eyes while making love to her wildly, gentlemanly, and again, wildly. It felt perfect-almost too perfect.
It had been a cool night after they had the most romantic bath together before going back to bed. And that's why she woke up late this morning.
"Baby..."
She reached out a hand, expecting to feel him next to her, but all her fingers found were empty sheets.
Her eyes opened fully, and the smile faded.
She sat up, looking around the room. The bed looked untouched on his side, as if he had never been there.
"Bruno?" she called softly, her heart racing instantly.