The Glass Mansion - Part four

Stunned and somewhat lost, feeling my legs wobbling and my head spinning in dozens of ideas, with my body possessed by a previously unimaginable amount of sensations, I wandered back and forth between tables, chairs and people. I noticed that by the interval of my retreat, many of the guests had already left, leaving a large empty space between one group and another, who were talking, dancing, kissing and eventually making love in the furthest corners of the party. And it was in one of these spaces that I stopped, gazing at the masked and unmasked faces, free to practice whatever it was, to practice whatever fantasies could bind them.
So it was, static, as the world came crashing down on me, a holocaust that manifested itself with a gentle touch on my shoulder, and a word of greeting. I turned slowly, eyes on the ground, and as they searched for the face, they were analyzing a simply perfect fantasy, surely made to order by some great scissor artist, a snow-white, in her long black dress, which, though somewhat loose, did not disguise the wonderful sensuality of Angelina Moran's body. A colorful gown exhibited the upper forms of breasts, the black hair was carefully held together, the beautiful lips and lipstick outlined a cordial, malicious curl. As per the classic description: skin white as snow, blood as blood, and hair as red as black linen.
I greeted her somewhat shy and embarrassed, feeling uncomfortable in fact, her presence reduced all the others to nothing. Angelina was the party, the ultimate embodiment of any celebration, and at that moment, the world revolved around her. All the attention was for her, everything was shown in her honor, and she, without false modesty, seemed to accept all the praise, spoken, silent and gestures that were addressed to her. She asked me if I was enjoying the party, I could not help but blush before sitting down, saying that it was a wonderful mansion, and that everything had been organized with some more perfect perfection and a whirlwind of blurry blurry that she had heard or with sympathy. I trusted in her company only by a few guests, for a minute, characteristically approached in short whispered steps on both sides, continued to ask for her homage, and she, without false modesty, seemed to accept all the compliments, spoken, silent and gestures that were addressed to her. She asked me if I was enjoying the party, I could not help but to blush, and a smile was the most instinct blurry blur of blurry blurry blur that she had heard or sympathy.
I walked into the lounge with access to the pool, sat on a couch, was served a glass of wine, which I tasted slowly, afraid of receiving another and getting drunk again. I stood there for a few minutes, greeted now and then by strangers and ignored by others. This situation embarrassed me, so I thought I'd get out of the way. Just as I stood up, I was approached by Patricia, who held my arm.
"Hello, looking for me?" smiled the beautiful cowgirl, her face half hidden by the hat falling over her eyes.
I expressed my gratitude to her for the invitation, assured her that I had had a lot of fun, to which she agreed with a slow nod of her head, which left me wondering if she had observed the whole scene that had taken place on the other side of the pool, and I apologized to her for withdrawing. She laughed, a malicious laugh, hugging me by the waist and walking alongside me around the room. She realized that it was still too early, she asked if I had met Angelina, to which I replied that I had, without disguising my charm, and then she said that I could not think of leaving without saying goodbye. I was forced to agree, saying that I would go for a walk because I did not want to attract her, to which she turned the room, guiding me to the first room, laughing, understanding that I was going and we were sitting on one side of the body. I told her that I was absolutely tired of approaching her on the other side of the pool, while her eyes were already green, while her lips were firmly pressed on my lap, and she assured me that I would not be able to leave without her smile.
I lost myself in a long, affectionate kiss, stroking with my fingers the ends of his curly hair, sliding my hands over them and over his shoulders, until he took off his cowboy hat and let them loose, falling on his delicate face, and the kiss seemed to have no end, deliciously ardent, the first sincere demonstration of affection I had that night. Patricia had apparently planned everything in advance, I still imagine that the invitation was her idea. She began to caress my face, hugged me by the waist, holding me close to her, her lips escaped from mine, kissing my face, going down my neck, returning to my ear, where she whispered words of love and desire, my hands running back and forth, a provocation that was at least delicious, but we didn't have much use for the space.
I felt her fingers gliding over my belly, a sigh snatched from me, which only intensified when she reached my breasts, with her hand on my waist held the habit I was wearing, gently pulling it open and with my full approval letting my navels fall in front of my head, undressing my thighs. Kissing my lips, she detached the veil that enveloped my head, letting my brown hair fall down on our faces. I raised my arms, practically asking her to take off my dress, which she did, letting her hands run along the side of my body. I was wearing only one set of my black briefs and panties, she kissed my shoulders around with lentils, my likes, my likes, put the contour of my thighs on my shoulders, which she had begun to gently open and let my navels fall in front of my navels. She kissed my navels, turned my head, kissed me warmly, kissed my head, let my brown hair fall off, which fell on our faces. I raised my arms, practically asking her to take off my dress, which she did, by letting my hands run down, which she did, with a smile, and a smile, and a smile, one of her tongue, and a whisping, and a whispering, and a whisper, one of her left hand, and a whispering, and a kissing, and a whisper, and a whisper, and a whisper, and a whisper, and a whisper, and a whisper, and a whisper, and a whisper, and a whisper, and then a whisper, and a whisper, and a whisper, and a whisper, and a whisper, and a whisper, and a whisper,
Patricia had an unsurpassed talent, and a unique ability to use her lips and tongue, driving me crazy with the kisses she distributed down my thighs, up to my groin. I placed one of my legs on her shoulders, opening myself up to her, who stroked me with her fingers on my lace panties, which were wet with erection, which came not only from her, but from all the wonderful night. The beautiful brunette began to lick me and from the bites on the panties, I could not stand it anymore, I asked her to suck me that I wanted so much, that I wanted to feel her on me, but she ignored the requests. I began to feel my breasts, squeezing the nipples as she climbed up her tongue and poured on my veiled sex, that I did not hold until I pulled one of my legs closer and she stroked me openly with her fingers on my lace panties, which were wet with erection, which came not only from her, but from all the wonderful night. The beautiful brunette began to lick me and from the bites on my panties, I could not stand it anymore, I asked her to suck me, I wanted to feel her, but she ignored my requests. I began to caress my breasts, I began to caress my nipples, I began to caress my nipples, and I began to caress her lips, and I began to caress her lips, I began to caress, I began to caress,
Patricia seemed to have flooded me with her caresses, her tongue meandering, going up and down, sucking, biting, licking, her lips clinging to my clitoris with every mouthful, like she wanted to devour it, pulling it and releasing it, sucking and licking me as I struggled, holding her head with her hands, trying to guide her face. One finger caressed the entrance of the mouthpiece and slipped her tongue, accompanied by another, and seemed to fill me, making me complete, that delicious, that going up and down, that hungry tongue in me. I began to move my hips, and she begged me to feel rebounding in my face, and that was what made me like it, like it, like it, like it, like it, like it, like it, like it, like it, like it, like it, like it, like it, like it, like it, like it, like it, like it, like it, like it, like it, like it, like it, like it, like it, like it, like it, like it, like it, like it, like it, like it, like it, like it, like it, like it, like it, like it, like it, like it, like it, like it, like it, like it, like it, like it, like it, like it, like it, like it, like it, like it, like it, like it, like it, like it, like it, like it, like it, like it, like it, like it, like it, like it, like it, like it, like it, like it, like it, like it, like it, like it, like it, like it, like it, like it, like it, like it, like it, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like
It was a slow return to reality, a weakness took over my body, I could still feel Patricia beside me, caressing me, then sitting beside me and kissing me on the lips, a kiss that served as a guide for me to return to that room, in the Crystal Mansion, recreating me with a delicious joy, with the sight of that wonderful woman beside me. But we were no longer alone, from the entrance of the room Angelina and her geisha watched us smiling in approval, both silent, leaning on the wall. They approached, sitting on a sofa that was right in front of us and sat down. Angelina turned to me with her always captivating smile.
- Don't bother with us, feel free to continue.
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