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Without being able to avoid it, she turned her face towards him, put a hand on the back of his neck and pulled him to her. She kissed him eagerly and to make him understand what she wanted.

He pulled away, surprised.

He could see that in Katia's eyes there was fire and seeing how she was biting her lip, made his desire begin to appear.

They kissed again.

He responded to the kiss with frenzy and desire. He lifted her from the lounger and placed her back against the cool marble column of the porch of the second dwelling. She wrapped her legs around his waist to feel him close without breaking the kiss.

They could delay it no longer. Desire was latent in the air.

They broke apart, but did not take their eyes off each other. Their breathing was ragged and they had only just begun.

"If you want to see me like in my room, you're taking too long," she told him, breathing heavily and bringing her chest close to his.

"Are you sure you want to have sex with me?"

"I swear, if you don't start now, you're going to pay dearly," she gave him a hard look.

..

At that very moment, in another grand house in Munich with a white façade, a beautiful woman walked through the door and kicked off her heels in the hallway.

A handsome, tall, and dark-haired man went to greet her and, upon seeing her, crossed his arms.

The woman slowly unzipped her dress as she walked towards the man, wearing a half-smile. He lowered her dress from her shoulders and then tenderly kissed one of them.

She then wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled at him.

"How did it go?" he asked, embracing her by the waist. "Is your friend feeling better now?"

"Yes. You know how Katerina is when her heart gets broken," she softly kissed his lips. "I've missed you, Jürgen."

He lifted her up, causing her to wrap her legs around his waist.

"I've missed you too, Gretchen, but we can make up for what we missed out on tonight," he gazed deeply into her eyes.

She laughed.

"Do you know? I've heard something that might interest you," Gretchen said, tracing circles on his right shoulder.

"Oh, really? What have you heard?" he inquired.

"Stefan Schmidt... he got married," she announced, looking him in the eyes.

"To be honest, I'm quite interested," he gave her a kiss on the lips and then another on her collarbone. "Thanks, Gretchen. It's strange that you're telling me something like this, but I like it. I like that you're betraying the man you were about to marry."

..

Katia and Stefan had entered the guest house.

With each passing minute, the intensity of their kisses grew more and more intense.

Stefan's clothes were scattered on the floor as was Katia's bikini and it wasn't the only thing on the floor: the lamp and the decorations in the living room of the guest house were broken and scattered on the floor.

Stefan laid her down on the couch and penetrated her quickly and somewhat forcefully. She let out a loud moan as she felt him inside. They looked into each other's eyes, desire reflected in them.

Without further ado, he began to move, penetrating her hard and fast. She put her legs bent and her feet resting on Stefan's shoulders, who was leaning over her on his knees.

In that position, the penetration was especially deep and produced very intense sensations on the young brown-haired girl.

Suddenly she crossed her legs over his back and he began to make undulating movements with his pelvis, first in one direction and then in the other.

They both kept moaning from the pleasure they felt. At that moment they could think of nothing else but pleasuring each other.

Stefan took advantage of the fact that he was lying on top of her to bring his lips close to her erect nipples and began to suck on them as if they were ice cream. 

Katia closed her eyes as she pushed her breasts closer to him, letting her lips release moans that echoed through the place.

Their gasps merged to become one, as did their bodies, which moved to the same rhythm.

They continued the same back and forth, changing positions every five minutes, giving Katia no time to get used to the position. He went in and out with glorious, ferocious thrusts, which came one after the other mercilessly, each time with more and more force.

She turned her head to one side. Her crazed screams rang through the room, while her breasts jiggled to the rhythm he had decided to set.

Their back and forth continued for several more minutes.

Suddenly, they both felt their moment of ecstasy approaching. She couldn't hold him back any longer no matter how much she wanted to, as orgasm had been calling for seconds but, instead, he wanted to enjoy her some more.

He penetrated her several times, before announcing that they would soon be cumming. He thrust his body into her and penetrated her so hard, it made her squeal.

In that instant, they both climaxed.

Stefan let himself fall on top of her, while Katia felt a warm liquid filling the inside of her intimate area. Both of their breaths were so shaken, it made it hard for them to breathe.

She closed her eyes and suddenly, knuckles were heard banging on the door.

"Who... who is it?" Stefan asked, resting his arms on the couch on either side of Katia's body.

"It's me, sir. Jennel," answered the voice on the other side of the door.

"What is it, Jennel?" He said, looking at Katia and moving his hips slightly, making her gasp slightly.

She shook her head, trying to get her breathing back to normal.

"Mr. Friedman and Mr. Heinz are waiting for you for the meeting," the woman told him.

"All right, wait a few seconds and I'll be right out," said Stefan, coming out from inside Katia and cursing under his breath.

He wanted to go on with another round, but he had not remembered the meeting.

"All right, sir," said Jennel. "Then what shall I tell them?"

"Tell them to wait for me in the office. I'll be there in ten minutes," ordered Stefan, as he looked around the room for his clothes.



Two days later, there was a dinner/party where all the high-ranking executives from the companies gathered at another grand mansion not far from where Stefan lived, about twenty minutes away.

As they rode in the car, neither of them spoke. She didn't feel comfortable due to the silence that had settled between them.

She looked out the window while clutching the small purse in both hands.

She hadn't expected him to have two dinners so close together, and those men insisted so much that she attend with the German.

Occasionally, Stefan glanced at her while resting his arm on the window. In one of those moments, he said:

"How 's your ankle?"

"It's fine for now," she replied without looking at him.

"If it hurts a lot at any point, just let me know, and we'll head back home."

"Don't worry, I'll be fine."

"Katia... you don't have to accompany me. Even if Mr. Friedman and Mr. Heinz have asked you to. What if you hurt your ankle even more? It hasn't fully healed yet…"

"I'm your wife, and I should accompany you to these kinds of things... Besides, it's a way to get out of your house," she looked at him for a few seconds. "I don't mind, really."

"I still think it would have been better if you had stayed home... I don't want to put you in danger…," he murmured, looking out the window.

Katia continued to look at him puzzled since it seemed like he had said something, but she hadn't heard it clearly.

She had only heard the word "danger," but she didn't pay much attention.