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Author: Claasvanzandt () You were already a paired couple, the racy dark -haired Jacqueline and Simone, Your young, blonde companion. I saw her for the first time on a walk in the park, and with the experienced look of a connoisseur I noticed the two immediately. However, they also made a lot of noticeable. At least they apparently did not shy away from understanding the public morality and gave their affection to each other. Because every now and then they just stopped and kissed each other with a passion that Viewer immediately excited.
I followed them on a somewhat more remote path. They didn’t turn around, but I assumed that they had already seen me and wanted me to continue to do them. Again they stopped. But now their gestures became even more passionate and pressing. This is how the blonde in her hug enclosed the waist of her companion with one leg. Her skirt slipped so high that I could see the white skin above her delicate blue stockings.
The more dominant black -haired grabbing between the wide -open thighs. And although her hand was hidden by the skirt in my view, I knew what she was looking for and obviously found. Because soon the blonde turned like an eel as it distributed and received hot kisses. Suddenly the other kept in the game of her hands and pushed her young companion out of herself.
The blonde had trouble finding the balance on her high -heeled shoes. Captured by the dense bush, she was now there with legs spread wide and pressed her two hands shamelessly between the thighs, into her column, which was apparently lined under the skirt. The eyes directed to the ground. A gesture of humility. For me as a random voyeur If this gesture hadn’t been necessary, but now I was definitely certain of my cause: Here, right in front of my delighted eyes, there was apparently a ritual game that I wanted to participate in at least as a viewer as long as it was possible.
I took the gestures of the black -haired man that she said some harsh words about her companion. It annoyed me to be out of hearing, but when the two suddenly disappeared in the bushes, I rose to them. I didn’t know how far I could approach. Whether I was actually a tolerated, maybe even desired viewer or whether my witness was just a breakdown in the intimate game of the two. In any case, I managed to get to the two so far that I could understand their words too, and that was a good thing.
Not just for me, as the further course of the story will show. The younger of the two had now got rid of her short black skirt and gave a view of two round, light -winged thighs. To do this, she wore a light blue stocking holder, as I found satisfied, because I could not get the new-fashioned insistent and stockings of the stockings, and a color-coordinated panties. The black panties had no true function for the layperson, but as a connoisseur of the matter I had to smile internally and congratulate myself to my sense: This supposedly functional accessory serves in certain circles to mark a slave as such.
If the skirt slips, so long before the skin above the stockings is visible to be seen and let the connoisseur know that he meets a woman who is subject to the (clothing) code for slaves. So I know men who let their slave carry a pantyhuman even when they are completely naked under the skirt, so there is no stocking, but their cunt is at all time at all times at all times.
– But back to my story: So the blonde had undressed, and the matter became increasingly interesting. Now she knelt, raised her bottom, in front of her black -haired companion on the soft forest floor, apparently waiting for something. She was adorable in her passivity, and if the other had not finally taken the initiative again, who knows, maybe I would have already intervened now!But I was able to stay cover for a while, because now I got momentum into the scene.
After the black -haired man had looked at the butt and what else had been seen long enough, wired eyes, with a mixture of determination and perverse greed, I was able to hear her voice for the first time: “So you really want it, Simone?“She spoke quietly, in hot excitement. “Now start!“The little one in front of her wobbled impatiently with the butt. “Please …. You know that I need it.
I need your rigor … and the tenderness … afterwards. “” Then give me yours Tongue? You know that my strict one wants to be rewarded. “” Yes, Jacqueline. I go to you everything you want. But finally start. I’m no longer keeping the wait out!“Well, I also felt on my observation post. I hadn’t seen enough. I knew their names now and also their perverse inclinations. But I wanted to see how far they actually wanted to go.
Jacqueline now took off her skirt, which was significantly longer than that of Simone. A clear indication that the dominant part in this Relationship was. Wonderfully shaped Legs In black network stockings – yes, she also did not wore the usual, tensioning tights – came to light. Black network stockings, but no pantyh!With a single flowing movement, she also grazed the panties, and my Schwengel stood instant my pants: her cunt was smooth, and on the spot that is usually covered in prudish women by more or less rampant pubic hair, she even wore onetattoo!I couldn’t see the motif at first, because now she leaned down to the girl and pulled her down the blue panties with a jerk to her back of her back.
Simone showered when her young butt was unprotected wind and weather – and what else would come there – was revealed. Jacqueline first rubbed her column unabashedly. In doing so, her gaze wander around without getting lost in my direction – intentionally or not -. When she had found what she was looking for, she walked to the shrub as much as if she walked along the street in the elegant dress.
She broke off a few thin branches and thus formed a bundle of rod, as it could not have been more suitable for the coming purpose. With this she stepped behind the kneeling, who wobbled more and more violently and more challenges with her beautiful, young buttocks. Then she started tickling the horny butt with the tip of the rod. A playful behavior, but the constantly working left hand of Jacqueline Ritze and the expression in her eyes gave me an idea that she was waiting for further requests from the submissive blonde.
Although it was slightly flinched under the first touch of the branches, it pushed her white baking even further towards the rod as if Siejacqueline wanted to challenge. But she was probably not satisfied with gestures alone and paused in her stroking movements. “Don’t stop … Keep going … I need it! Give me the rod … punish me! I provoked you, I was an naughty girl!”” You weren’t a naughty ‘girl’, “said Jacqueline Süffisant.
“You are and will remain an injustice ‘little beast’!“- wiping … I love this sound when things get right! And Simone obviously loved it too, because she reached with one hand to her presumably slime cunt and pressed the butt back even more. “Yes, Jacqueline! So it’s good … give me it. Let me feel it!“In doing so, she lowered her upper body flat on the floor, reached back with her hands and pulled the buttocks apart so that her little one rosette Jacqueline promptly laughed at.
Jacqueline couldn’t be said twice. Her left -wing rubbed her left on her column, while turning the self -made rod alternately over the humbly performed butt or stuck the tip in rapid bumps between the teasing buttocks. Simone turned with lust, whimpered longing for her, as if she didn’t want to be satisfied. I couldn’t turn my eyes off this fascinating spectacle while the clapping noises, like in a Finnish sauna, penetrated.
My pulsating pipe wanted to go outside long ago, and my passive role was increasingly unbearable for me. I no longer know how it came, and Jacqueline and Simone can no longer remember the following details. I just know that I gave the two of them to the bush. That the two had only seen me when they pulled their horny show on the park path for me, but then had fallen for the intoxication of their game without paying attention to viewers like me.
But how is we all insignificant. It is only important that the two broke off their horny hustle and bustle to continue in my apartment, which they had started so shamelessly in the wild. And as the third in the group I also gave Jacqueline’s butt his ration. So everything started, and that’s how it is today.
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