Lukas is finally here

Lisa pushed open the door of the white, opaque container and stepped inside. It was dark inside. Only a faint red emergency light was glowing on the ceiling.

“Lukas?” she whispered uncertainly.

The door clicked shut behind her.

Suddenly, the warm, golden light came on. Lukas was already standing completely naked in the middle of the small room. His cock was stiff and pointing upwards. He stared at her – at her gleaming body, shimmering with the ‘lotion’ on her tits, her stomach and between her legs.

“Fuck…” he muttered quietly, his voice hoarse with lust. “That was a mega-hot show out there. What a mad thing. I wouldn’t have thought you were so brave and cool. I want you right now.”

He moved slowly towards her, took her face in both hands and kissed her deeply, almost greedily. “Oh God, you look beautiful… you’re glistening so beautifully… good enough to eat… to kiss… to lick…” And that’s exactly what he did.

He began with slow, hot kisses on her neck, moving deeper down over her collarbone. Every kiss was wet, his tongue gently brushing against her skin as if he wanted to taste her. He sucked lightly on her skin, kissing the same spot several times in a row before moving on. He kissed every inch of her breasts – first the top, then the bottom, then the sides. He took her hard nipples between his lips, sucked on them, licked them in circles with his tongue and kissed them again and again, as if they were the most precious thing in the world. “Hmm… you taste… different today,” he murmured in surprise, sliding his tongue over the same spot once more.

He licked her stomach, where a lot of semen had been absorbed, and withdrew his tongue. The taste was slightly salty, unfamiliar, a bit bitter. It was a shame for Jan that, although he always wanted women to swallow his cum, because he refused to kiss them afterwards or lick them after sex, he didn’t know what cum tasted like. He remembered the thick white foam from the washing session and just grinned stupidly, thinking it was the coconut lotion or something.

He went deeper. Hundreds of small, wet French kisses covered her stomach, her hipbones, the insides of her thighs. He kissed the sensitive spot just above her pubic mound, then her groin, then her outer labia. Every kiss was slow, deliberate, almost reverent. He licked until the skin was clean again.

He pressed his face between her legs and licked her properly. His tongue plunged deep into her slit, sucked on her clitoris, licking away the stranger’s semen and her own wetness. Lisa moaned loudly, her legs trembling. She came quickly and hard on his tongue. But Lukas was far from finished.

He laid her on the mattress, spread her legs wide and began his favourite technique: 500 light, quick slaps with the flat of his hand directly on her wet cunt. Smack. Smack. Smack. Every slap hit her clitoris and her labia. Lisa screamed with pleasure, her hips twitching uncontrollably.

After she’d come a second time, he positioned himself between her legs, his hard cock in his hand. “I want to really…,” he gasped.

Lisa held him back, breathing heavily. “Wait… a condom… I’ve forgotten to take the pill the last few days because I’ve been so excited… we need one.”

Jan: Fuck, I don’t have one. What now?

Lisa blushed. She frantically tried to think of what to do. She didn’t dare ask Jan for a condom on the phone. It was just too embarrassing for her. Instead, she smiled sheepishly.

“Then… I’ll make it up to you another way, I promise. It’ll be even better for you.

She texts Jan: I’m all tense… do we have any more of that lotion? It was so lovely and slippery. Lukas’s going to give me a proper massage…”