"Fuck, Welheim," she gasped, her hand reaching out to take the condoms from him, her fingers brushing against his, sending a jolt of desire coursing through him.
"You really think you can handle me that much? I've never... I mean, I didn't think... Fuck, Welheim, you're making me so wet right now."
Welheim stepped closer, his body pressing against hers, his hand sliding down to cup her ass, squeezing it, making her gasp. "I intend to make this night unforgettable for you, Eveline," he growled, his lips brushing against her ear, his teeth nipping at her lobe, making her moan. "I want to explore every inch of you, to drive you wild with desire, to make you cum so hard you see stars."
Eveline's body responded to his every command, her breath hitching as his fingers teased and pleased her, her hands gripping his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh. "Oh, fuck, Welheim," she gasped, her head falling back, her eyes closing, her body trembling with anticipation. "I want you... I need you... Fuck, Welheim, I need you to fuck me so hard..."
Welheim's lips found Eveline's, his kiss hungry and demanding, his tongue plunging into her mouth, tangling with hers, his hands roaming over her body, exploring every curve, every sensitive spot, teasing and pleasing her in ways she had never experienced before.
"You like that, don't you?" he murmured, his voice rough with desire, his hand sliding down to cup her pussy, his fingers brushing over her clit, making her gasp. "You like it when I touch you like this... You like it when I make you feel like a dirty little slut..."
Eveline could only nod, her body trembling with anticipation, her desire building with every passing second, her breath hitching, her moans filling the room, her hands gripping his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh.
"Yes... Yes, I do," she gasped, her eyes opening, her gaze meeting his, her eyes filled with a hunger that matched his own. "Don't stop, Welheim... please, don't stop... Fuck, Welheim, I need you to fuck me... I need you to make me cum..."
Welheim's touch was expert, his every movement designed to drive her wild with desire, his fingers teasing and pleasing her, his lips and tongue exploring her body, his cock hardening, pressing against her, making her gasp, her moans filling the room, her body trembling with anticipation.
When he finally entered her, it was with a forceful thrust that made her cry out in pleasure, her body convulsing with the intensity of her orgasm, her nails digging into his flesh, her moans filling the room, her body trembling with anticipation.
"Oh, fuck, Welheim!" she screamed, her body convulsing with the intensity of her orgasm, her nails digging into his flesh, her moans filling the room, her body trembling with anticipation. "You're amazing... you're incredible... Fuck, Welheim, you're making me cum so hard..."
Welheim, not yet satisfied, flipped her over, taking her from behind, his hands gripping her hips, his cock pounding into her with a primal intensity, his balls slapping against her, his grunts filling the room, his body trembling with anticipation.
Eveline, lost in the throes of passion, could do nothing but submit to his desires, her body responding to his every command, her moans filling the room, her body trembling with anticipation.
"Oh, fuck, Welheim!" she screamed, her body convulsing with the intensity of her orgasm, her nails digging into his flesh, her moans filling the room, her body trembling with anticipation.
"You're driving me crazy... you're making me feel things I've never felt before... Fuck, Welheim, I'm your dirty little slut... I'm your dirty little whore..."
As they lay there, their bodies glistening with sweat, Welheim knew that this was just the beginning. His addiction to seducing married women was far from satisfied, and he would continue to seek out these forbidden encounters, each one more intoxicating than the last.
And Eveline, with her newfound taste for raw, unbridled passion, would be more than willing to join him on this journey of sensual exploration, her body trembling with anticipation, her desire building with every passing second, her breath hitching, her moans filling the room, her eyes filled with a hunger that matched his own.
"I want more, Welheim," she whispered, her body trembling with anticipation, her hand reaching out to cup his cock, her fingers brushing over it, sending a jolt of desire coursing through him.
"I want to feel you inside me again... I want to feel you driving me crazy... Fuck, Welheim, I need you to fuck me... I need you to make me cum..."
Welheim grinned at her, his eyes dark with lust, his hand reaching out to cup her breast, his thumb brushing over her nipple, making her gasp, her body trembling with anticipation, her breath hitching, her moans filling the room, her eyes filled with a hunger that matched his own.
"Your wish is my command, Eveline," he growled, his lips brushing against her ear, his teeth nipping at her lobe, making her moan, her body trembling with anticipation, her breath hitching, her moans filling the room, her eyes filled with a hunger that matched his own.
Welheim's eyes darkened with lust as he whispered in Eveline's ear, his voice rough with desire. His breath was hot against her skin, sending shivers down her spine. "Do you think that was the end, Eveline? This is just the beginning. We still have so many condoms left... Or do you want me to take you raw? Feel every inch of me inside you, with nothing between us. Maybe even knock you up... Imagine my seed taking root inside you, growing, making you mine forever."
Eveline's breath hitched, her body trembling with anticipation. She turned to face him, her eyes wide and dark with desire. Her lips parted slightly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Welheim... if you really want to... You can take my ass. Let me tell you, it's totally untouched. That pathetic excuse of a husband of mine never even came close to touching me there. He couldn't even satisfy me properly, always leaving me wanting more."
Welheim's cock throbbed at her words, his hand reaching out to slap her ass, the sound echoing in the room, making her gasp. It was the first time someone had offered him their ass, and the thought of claiming Eveline in such an intimate way made his cock twitch with anticipation.
The wine cellar beneath the Monaco estate was a world unto itself—cool stone walls lined with dusty bottles worth fortunes, dim amber lights casting long shadows, the faint scent of oak and aged grapes mingling with the thick heat of their bodies.
Sophia's back pressed against the cold stone as Welheim loomed over her, the scattered strip of condoms still on the tasting table, a few packets torn open and discarded like evidence.
"Fuck, Welheim," she gasped, her hand reaching out to take the remaining condoms from the table, her fingers brushing against his, sending a jolt of desire coursing through him.
"You really think you can handle me that much? I've never... I mean, I didn't think... Fuck, Welheim, you're making me so wet right now."
Welheim stepped closer, his body pinning hers against the wall, his hand sliding down to cup her ass through the torn crimson lace, squeezing hard enough to make her gasp. "I intend to make this night unforgettable for you, Sophia," he growled, his lips brushing against her ear, his teeth nipping at her lobe, making her moan. "I want to explore every inch of you, to drive you wild with desire, to make you cum so hard you see stars."
Sophia's body responded to his every command, her breath hitching as his fingers teased and pleased her, her hands gripping his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh. "Oh, fuck, Welheim," she gasped, her head falling back against the stone, her eyes closing, her body trembling with anticipation. "I want you... I need you... Fuck, Welheim, I need you to fuck me so hard..."
Welheim's lips crashed into hers, his kiss hungry and demanding, his tongue plunging into her mouth, tangling with hers, his hands roaming over her sweat-slick curves, exploring every sensitive spot, teasing and pleasing her in ways she had never experienced before.
"You like that, don't you?" he murmured, his voice rough with desire, his hand sliding down to cup her dripping pussy, his fingers brushing over her swollen clit, making her gasp. "You like it when I touch you like this... You like it when I make you feel like a dirty little slut..."
Sophia could only nod, her body trembling against the cold wall, her desire building with every passing second, her breath hitching, her moans echoing off the stone and glass bottles, her hands gripping his shoulders, her nails digging deep.
"Yes... Yes, I do," she gasped, her eyes opening, locking onto his with raw hunger. "Don't stop, Welheim... please, don't stop... Fuck, Welheim, I need you to fuck me... I need you to make me cum..."
Welheim's touch was merciless, every stroke designed to drive her insane—fingers plunging deep, thumb circling her clit, his mouth sucking marks into her neck. His cock pressed rock-hard against her thigh, throbbing with need.
When he finally entered her, it was with a forceful thrust that buried him to the hilt, making her cry out loud enough that he clamped a hand over her mouth, muffling the sound as her body convulsed with the intensity of her orgasm, her nails raking down his back, her muffled screams vibrating against his palm.
"Oh, fuck, Welheim!" she screamed into his hand, her pussy clenching around him in waves, juices dripping down her thighs. "You're amazing... you're incredible... Fuck, Welheim, you're making me cum so hard..."
Welheim wasn't close to finished. He spun her around, bent her over the ancient oak tasting table, bottles rattling as he gripped her hips and slammed back in from behind, his balls slapping wetly against her with every brutal thrust, his grunts mixing with the distant thump of music from the party above.
Sophia, lost in the throes of passion, could do nothing but submit, pushing back against him, her body responding to his every command, her moans growing louder, echoing through the cellar.
"Oh, fuck, Welheim!" she screamed again, another orgasm tearing through her, her walls spasming wildly around his cock. "You're driving me crazy... you're making me feel things I've never felt before... Fuck, Welheim, I'm your dirty little slut... I'm your dirty little whore..."
They collapsed onto a pile of velvet cushions in the corner, bodies glistening with sweat, the air thick with sex and spilled Sauternes. Welheim knew this was only fuel for his endless hunger—the thrill of claiming another man's wife, of ruining her for anyone else.
Sophia, now fully awakened to raw, unfiltered lust, was already addicted. She reached for him again, voice trembling. "I want more, Welheim," she whispered, her hand wrapping around his still-hard cock, stroking slowly, sending fresh heat surging through him.
"I want to feel you inside me again... I want to feel you driving me crazy... Fuck, Welheim, I need you to fuck me... I need you to make me cum..."
He grinned darkly, pinching a nipple until she whimpered. "Your wish is my command, Sophia," he growled, nipping her ear again.
Then he leaned in close, breath hot against her skin. "Do you think that was the end, Sophia? This is just the beginning. We still have so many condoms left... Or do you want me to take you raw? Feel every inch of me inside you, with nothing between us. Maybe even knock you up... Imagine my seed taking root inside you, growing, making you mine forever."
Sophia's breath hitched, her body arching toward him. She turned in his arms, eyes wide and burning. "Welheim... if you really want to... You can take my ass. Let me tell you, it's totally untouched. That pathetic excuse of a husband of mine never even came close to touching me there. He couldn't even satisfy me properly, always leaving me wanting more."
Welheim's cock throbbed painfully at her words. He delivered a sharp slap to her ass—crisp sound bouncing off the stone walls—making her gasp and push back against him. No woman had ever offered him this before. The thought of being the first to claim that tight, virgin hole—of stretching her, owning her completely—made pre-cum bead at his tip.
He pulled her up, bent her over the table again, spreading her cheeks wide. The crimson lace was torn aside, her untouched entrance exposed and quivering.
"Relax for me, Sophia," he murmured, voice low and commanding, slicking himself with her dripping arousal. "You're about to become mine in every possible way."
As the first slow pressure began, her moans filled the cellar once more—raw, desperate, and entirely his.