Aries was a tantalizing young beauty, her fiery auburn hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of molten caramel. As a college student barely legal, she had already caught the eye of wealthy older men eager to spoil her. Among them was Martin, a successful businessman in his 50s who had taken Aries under his wing, showering her with gifts and affection.
In their relationship, Aries had carefully maintained a certain air of innocence, never straying too far from the bounds of propriety. However, as time passed, her desires began to evolve, and she found herself craving something more intimate, something that would satisfy the insatiable hunger burning within her.
One fateful evening, as they lounged together on the plush sofas of Martin’s lavish penthouse, Aries mustered her courage and made a request that would change the dynamics of their relationship forever. “Martin, I… I want you to kiss me,” she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation.
Martin’s eyes widened in surprise, but there was a spark of curiosity igniting within him. He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a gentle, exploratory caress. The contact sent shivers down Aries’ spine, and she found herself pressing closer, her mouth parting in a silent plea for more.
As the kiss deepened, Aries could feel her arousal growing, a throbbing heat pooling between her thighs. She knew then that she wanted more than just Martin’s affections – she craved his touch, his taste, his complete surrender to her desires.
With a newfound boldness, Aries guided Martin’s hands to her hips, then lower, to the hem of her skirt. “Please, Martin,” she breathed, “I need you to touch me.”
Martin’s fingers trembled slightly as he slid beneath the fabric, his calloused palms gliding over the smooth skin of her thighs. Aries gasped, her body arching into his touch as he inched closer to the damp, aching center of her being.
Finally, with a reverent kiss to her inner thigh, Martin’s mouth found its way to the slick, needy folds of Aries’ pussy. She cried out, her back bowing off the couch as his tongue delved into her, lapping at the wet, hungry flesh.
Aries’ world narrowed to the exquisite sensations coursing through her – the heat of Martin’s breath, the flickering pleasure of his tongue, the solid weight of his hands gripping her thighs. She writhed beneath him, her hips grinding into his face as she surrendered to the overwhelming waves of pleasure crashing over her.
As the climax approached, Aries’ whimpers turned to high-pitched moans, her body tensing, then quaking as the orgasm rippled through her. Martin’s lips sealed around her clit, suckling gently as she rode out the aftershocks, her juices dripping down his chin.
When the last tremor subsided, Aries collapsed back onto the couch, her chest heaving, a lazy smile curling her lips. She reached out, tangling her fingers in Martin’s hair, pulling him up to meet her gaze. “That was… incredible,” she whispered, her eyes shining with a newfound adoration.
Martin’s face was flushed, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “You’re exquisite,” he murmured, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. “I had no idea you wanted that from me.”
Aries smiled, a mischievous glint in her eye. “I’ve been wanting it for a while now,” she confessed, “but I was too scared to ask. You’ve just opened up a whole new world for me, Martin.”
As the night wore on, they explored each other’s bodies with a newfound intimacy, their relationship evolving into something deeper, more carnal. Aries had finally found the satisfaction she craved, and she knew that with Martin by her side, she was ready to embrace whatever desires lay ahead.