When did they start acting together, when did they begin to grow closer, when did he see Billy's talent blending with political reality. When they reached people through acting. When Billy, after a raw performance, treated her like the woman he loved, when she was treated, when she behaved like any ordinary woman, like a friend to men, and she did it to eat, to avoid falling into destitution.
That was a truly sad, truly powerful thing—seeing how Renato cleaned her wounds and, with all his sensitivity, devoted his love like an infatuated boy crying out for the love of his platonic ideal, where kisses were caresses of affection, something he had been so starved for. With Malena, he went so far, healing her poor heart, easing the pain she felt with such tenderness that her timid heart was melted by the love of a young man who gave himself so fiercely to a tainted woman. But for Renato, he wasn't entirely caught up in that idea; he saw a woman utterly trapped by her circumstances, and it hurt so much, in reason and in life.
—You're a very good actor. —
Mónica watched him, her black eyes large, as beautiful as two suns rising high in the sky, and she focused on Billy's square jaw, both of them on a bed in the privacy of her room, she wearing a white nightgown. Meanwhile, he, with his glasses on, was drawing or finishing a series.
—Drawing? I'm afraid I've been drawing since I was a child. — Billy commented timidly, leaving his papers behind, setting his ideas aside on the nightstand, while he gazed at those full lips, so ready to kiss and to love, and for that purpose, for that idea, Billy awakened something in his heart and began to kiss her lips, heavily kissing her lips, and she was willing to imprison the kisses that now became one.
Mónica let him kiss her in such a way and with such effect that she was left completely undone, unsettled by the way he kissed her; from his lips flowed a love that brought her strength to its knees, her pride relegated to the love she felt for Billy, and she loved recklessly, utterly surrendered to the man kissing her.
—You're a very nervous girl. — Billy commented, watching her breathe, her dress leaving exposed the cradle of her breasts, which now escaped. Such beauty, he noticed her ragged breathing, her slender hands caressing his neck and cheeks, gently.
—Today I realized why cinema rewards you so much; you acted so well that my heart went cold from your talent. — Mónica commented. — When I think about how much you usually do, and my gaze through premieres doesn't accurately judge how well you perform or the charisma you can generate when you act, and now that I'm doing it with you, I feel it since Madame Shanghai, even though in that one you didn't have the intensity, it was almost calm to watch you act; with the serenity you display now, I feel I've been completely hypnotized by your talent.
He kissed her lips, which now gave off the sweetness of admiration, as he allowed them both to revel in the sly serendipity of the fiery kisses of the film set, which burdened people with forced emotions.
—Tomorrow we'll keep acting, and when we do, you'd better withstand my deep looks, which will reach your heart and stop any second of certainty from beating. —
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She lowered her dress, revealing her body, a true jewel, brunette as she was, and after shedding part of the clothes that confined her, she was anchored to the idea that nothing would ever surpass this.
Billy kissed her abdomen, moving delicately down to her white thong that clung to her lips, indecently covering only a line that was beginning to get wet. With Billy's movement, turning Mónica over so her body pressed against the white sheets, she hesitated to continue, but Billy gently lowered the little that covered her and kissed forcefully the upper area near Mónica's anus, who moaned and spread her legs, lifting her body, leaving her bottom in the air, swaying back and forth without guilt, completely aroused by the occasion. Something in her awakened, just as it had when they performed completely indecent acts; her cheeks burned, and the musky scent filled the entire room, enchanting Billy with pleasure.
I ran a finger down the center of her slit, and she clenched her fists, while Billy watched as she got wet all over, from top to bottom. Parting her pink lips, she kissed and tasted him; her tongue slipped underneath and found its way inside. Just long enough for her to turn around and, with a mischievous smile, pull down Billy's pajama pants and kiss him with her tongue, moving up and down, she attended to the head of Billy's member and let him go wild with movements, and she didn't stop sucking and slurping at the tip. As she flashed teasing smiles and her eyes closed in concentration on her task, the pre-cum stained her lips, leaving small trails that ran from her mouth to his cock, and she slurped, or let her nose take in the masculine scent that consumed her.
She tasted it with her lips, an unparalleled sensation as she squeezed his flesh, just the top part like a lollipop, and she sucked, while her mouth moved downward, swallowing half his cock to her liking, as Billy fell onto the bed, and they ended up in a lovemaking position, in which both used their tongues on each other's intimate parts.
Her hands scratched at his thighs, and he began to tease her clitoris, making it throb. With no time to rush, they devoted themselves to exploring each other, as their bodies communicated through subtle touches and soft sighs of heat and desire, almost swept up in the moment of love. She pressed her body against his, and they switched positions so she was on top, riding Billy.
-You came inside me, - Monica remarked, feeling the heat of his body.
"It's not a safe day," Monica replied.
-I couldn't help coming inside you—the way you make pleasure happen. I can't compete against your madness, against that way you make me crave you." "Billy remarked, feeling himself coming inside her again, and she bit her lip with that reluctance, yet didn't stop doing what she did best.
--I don't want to have children, and you know it, --Monica said. --But if it were you, I'd let you have as many as you wanted—whether four or six, they'd all be yours. --
Hotly, as he penetrated her, chest to chest, she let the madness carry them so that Billy came inside her again, and she went down to suck his cock, to drink, while she rubbed her face against it, getting splattered with semen, but not really caring.
She let him grab her hair, let him play rough, play gentle, switch it up, regain their energy; each made love passionately with all the joy in their hearts.
Escape from that remedy that traps without pretense.