The Angels’ Share: Devouring Lust in an Arbois Wine Cave

The dim Arbois cave wraps us in cool, musty shadows. Charlotte’s hips sway ahead, fesses round and taut under her skirt. Dinner’s Vin Jaune pulses in my blood, head light, cock stirring. Our talk veered from honeyed notes to slick folds, from robust attacks to throbbing urgency. She spins. Body slams mine. Lips bruise. Tongue spears deep, whiskey-sharp, demanding surrender. Heart thuds wild. Hands claw her blouse open. Breasts spill, massive, firming against my chest. Heat radiates. Sweat beads. She grinds. I tower over her tiny frame, bending to devour her mouth. Fingers knead those Jura udders, thumbs rake nipples into peaks. Clothes rip away. Her nude glory: breasts heavy, swaying over soft belly, pale skin gleaming. Bush thick, wild. Lips thick, rouge, gaping wet. Urgency chokes me. She arches back, calves my shaft between ass cheeks. Fingers twist teats. Hips buck frantic. Dive lower. Clit emerges, rigid pearl. Stroke it fierce. Her dance accelerates, belly undulating savage. Cums shattering, folds clamping my wrist, body folding double.

She spins, breath ragged. Eyes blaze blue mischief. Kneels. Mouth engulfs cockhead. Slurps loud, air sucking in. Tongue spirals like wine in glass. Swallows deep, cheeks hollow. Palate massages shaft. Balls cupped, twisted, spun in expert grip. Pressure builds, veins pulse fire. Eruption hits. She holds, milks every drop. Then swirls. Sucks air. Cheeks bulge, tasting, analyzing. Swallows slow. Lips shine. ‘Aimable, yet bourru. Rond en bouche, séveux, harmonieux. Notes of noix verte, amande.’ Laughs wicked. Cock wilts shocked. Her turn. Hoist her onto low barrel. Legs splay wide. Face to sex. Nose plunges into musk. Tongue laps floods of cyprine, salty-sweet. Suck clit. Finger tight ass pucker. She writhes, thighs quake. Cries echo stone. Climbs peak, locks head in vise. Nearly topples. Gasping, belly heaving, tits swollen. I thrust in. Heat engulfs, velvet vice. Elevated, pound deep. Breasts bounce hypnotic. She shifts. Bends over barrel, ass high, precarious. Re-enter. Slam relentless. Grip teats, pinch hard. She claws bung. We shatter synced, roars mingling.

Ignition of Forbidden Heat

Dust storms up, fine gray veil. Coats sweat-slick skin, nostrils, tongues. Coughing, she grins. ‘La part des anges. Wine’s evaporation clings to cave dust. Angels’ share.’ Poetic filth. Bodies black-streaked, heaving. Heart slows to thunder. Skin scorches still, marked by nails, bites. Unique blaze etched eternal. We emerge quiet, her kiss lingers. Promises whispered: return, taste her cyprine vintage. Angels leer from rafters, toasting our sin. Night air cools fevered flesh. I laugh at heaven’s voyeurs, wings fluttering over spilled nectar. She seals door soft. Part des anges resettles. Mine forever disturbed.