Denise Bianchi lifting the hem of her skirt, quickly removing her underwear, lies back onto her bed. As Dalens, who is already completely naked eyes his toe nails, satisfied that he clipped and filed them earlier today. His penis already fully erect, looks at Bianchi’s face which has maintained its radiant and lustful gleam, as she lifts her legs up and in a rushed manner takes off her skirt throwing it aside, parting her legs to which Dalens eyes her vagina, noting how wet and full it has become. Propping herself up with her elbow, Dalens moves between her legs, clutching his hardened cock with his right hand, rolling the foreskin back, glistening with his own juices, he guides it over her moist lips, inserting the head of his penis into her vagina, as Bianchi falls back onto the pillow, turning her head slightly to the left, eyes shut and her mouth open, she lets out a loud whimper. “Oh yes...AH! OH!” The elongated pressure and desire to have Dalens penis inside her, has now been relieved.
Feeling that sensation of ease, his penis, in an effortlessness way slides to the hilt, with both their pelvises now pushed together. Dalens, aware how aroused she has become, studies her facial expression which is one of abandonment and bliss, as she begins to push up against him. Holding him tightly by his shoulders, he angles his cock so that it is deep within her, tensing his hardened gland, allowing it to stiffen inside her, to which Bianchi moans, feeling him pulsate. With her cries of pleasure becoming louder, with a sexual desire at its intensity, Dalens begins to pump deeper into her.
“YES! Fuck me!….AH, AH...into...AH...oblivion,” Bianchi yells out in between shortened breaths, grinding her hips in a circular manner while receiving his thrusting penis.
And on the many other occasions with having sex, Dalens has an out-of-body experience, watching himself from the right side and above, viewing the woman he is fucking, even eyeing his own penis from different angles, sliding back and forth, whilst watching the entrance of a drenched vagina grip around his length. Not perturbed by the visions, but rather evoking his ability to maintain its sexual energy. Feeling the tightening and tension around his penis as he nears orgasm, closing his eyes, listening to Bianchi as her words in between sighs are more pronounced, her legs opening wider as she arches her hips.
“I...AH...AH...about to CUM...AH...the...world...OH...Yes, the end...The...AH...fucking...END!” Her vagina pulsates around Dalens cock, clenching him hard, lifting herself up whilst pulling him closer to her chest, as he grunts in a restrained manner spurting his ovum deep within her vagina.
Dalens closes his eyes. Controlling his breathing, holding his cock within Bianchi, as her breathlessness from the orgasm begins to elevate. In a relaxed way she continues to move her hips slowly around his pelvis, enjoying the sensation of her orgasmic release. And in a slow and methodical manner Dalens withdraws his slickly covered penis, while looking down at her flushed and open lips, viewing her juices mixed with his semen seep from her vagina.
“Fuck I needed that...” She says, sitting up, looking at Dalens, who is now standing. “...Last time I fucked you when I was in New York, I thought about the end of the world. A nuke going off just before my orgasm. A bright light, so intense…” She lies back down again, straightening out her legs, looking up at the ceiling. “...And it happened again, this time.”
Dalens leans down and kisses Bianchi, to which he reciprocates.
“Have a safe flight...” she says, as Dalens pulls up his underwear, lifting his pants and shirt which are draped across a chair.
He begins to dress.
Bianchi, feeling sleepy, closes her eyes. “...The final payment for your services will arrive in the next couple of days.”
“...Thank you,” Dalens replies.

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Reading: "Dead Cities of the Stars" from RITUALS OF THE ANTITHETICAL (A.Glass 2023)

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