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Midsummer. Holiday season. The streets are a embers. The asphalt is already soft in places. Two -red pumps run from the bus stop across the street to a yellow house. A handbag opens and releases a silver -colored keychain. The beautiful girl grins full of anticipation. She didn’t call him beforehand. She only thinks: “Hopefully succeeds the surprise. Hopefully he’s there. “The key steals secretly in his castle.
An exciting figure sneaks into the apartment like a cat, goes through the hallway and wants to start to jump. But she stops. She is surprised and therefore only observes. Suddenly she smiles mischievously. In contrast to outside, it is suddenly pleasantly cool here. Heavy-Metal music brutally stamps through the room. The dull bass massage your diaphragm in a very pleasant way. A large fan slowly fan in front of it and pushes the used air outside.
Your gaze wanders away from the fan, directly to him. His drops of sweat glitter in the sun. And although the window is open, the smell of exertion and strength is still pregnant. Its skin glows seemingly hot hot. A muscle twitches, and then mercilessly contracts under the sun -tanned skin. Once at the top, he slowly relaxes again. And already it starts all over again. Periodically, bristling, like the power of breaking waves, nothing can stop his course now.
She knows that all too well from him. An iron -hard voice is whipping: “Don’t stop. Go now. Damned shit too. “His breath goes faster. The movement is becoming increasingly violent. Slowly count. “Right of nine, fifty! Done. Next position. “The man gets up slowly, grabs his sweaty rod and his next game begins again. Da … behind him fall gently and quietly to the floor of their two earrings.
In the foreground the dumbbell. The iron windows clink with every movement, make it impossible to notice what is going on in the naked back. The back, she knows him very well. “There …” she recognizes ‘her’ scar again immediately and, satisfied, finds that no new ones have been added during her long absence. It would have been very surprised too. The last guitar riffs, then nothing comes and … click-the cassette is over.
A sparkling wine cork is solved very quietly, but the dumbbells drown out this sound. They describe their path exactly, cruelly cruelly on the muscles, tear at all nerve endings. Pumps blood in every container. The sparkling wine perceptes in the glass, while its heavy breath drowns out everything. Her warm soft lips nestle on this glass, open and let the precious water slide down the throat. The sparkling in the glass mixes miracle bar with the tingling in her stomach.
She feels how you slowly get the champagne in your head. She closes her eyes briefly, enjoys the memory of her last vacation flirt quietly and secretly. But she was faithful, and now she should slowly demand that. The woman smiles, throws her head back. Her long brown hair is quiet on her soft shoulders. The wave is almost outside and the tips of the hair gently tickle your skin.
She observes, is fascinated. She actually wanted to surprise him, so it came from this a few days to be called a lot Vacation Back, but did not expect his half -naked body, which is sniffing up and down in front of her. She is now the surprised one, and they are already racing extremely different ideas. The two red pumps are left on the way to him. The black skirt is slowly pushed up, gives a view of two flawless Legs free.
A finger slowly feels towards the navel, stays briefly there, then feels, continues, pushes himself under a black tanga, waits for the brown hair, then suddenly slides on a damp film, trembling and starting almost independently,to rub a cheeky clit loving, but quickly enough. “No! Out of. Not yet. “The hand pulls the cheeky finger back relentlessly. Her finger almost mastered her whole body again and her strong lust would only have eaten senselessly himself.
She knows that if she does without herself, she can get a lot more, much more. The other fingers grab and button her panties, think briefly and then prefer to pull it down, because it is so much freer, easier and – above all – more convenient. One meter further on the way to him then falls in bra to the ground. Black lace, finest silk. The fabric smells almost as exciting as it is.
Deep, but not difficult, slightly sweet, like cherries, but not intrusive, but captivating, somehow infinitely light and free. But the smell of hot sweat and cold steel overpowered this delicate touch. The dumbbells circle monotonous on their train. “Continue, always on, never stop”. But although his will is curls in itself, close to all external sensations, he is somehow disturbed from the outside. An infinitely small touch steals into a nose that sucks greedy for air and that is only busy supplying your body instead of smelling, feeling, creating images, manifest memories.
Briefly golden times in the spirit of the training flames. In the midst of the ecstasy of training and overcoming, shredding of desire, exertion, and – above all – a lot of tenderness. A green meadow in the middle of the forest, a whole Sunday, lying on earth, stroking, holding, holding, whispering, laughing, exploring and discovering, slowly pulling out, sparkling wine in her navel, her hands rummage wildly in his hair, his tongue always slipsDeeper, she is eagerly pushing up, no, only slowly on the inside of her thighs up, the smell of her lust, everything so long, she asks and she pleads, she flows together as the tongue hits her wet shot,The hands to help, it is slowly unfolded, and hit her most sensitive nerves, everything is so nice and damp, but even strongly tied up: “Not now now.
“Yes, suddenly: she screeches, presses herself, pushes away, screams, pushes himself back, grasps his hands, wants to pull him in, presses hard after himself. Right in the middle: a picnic basket, two semi -full plates, grapes, raspberry ice cream, and her smell again. Your perfume, unforgettable (!) and burned into all times. Tear the pictures. “Nonsense. Finally concentrate. “The eyes open and see the brutal reality again.
An arm that is already very swollen, angry only the heavy dumbbell. On top of the muscle: first blood clot. Pains. Only now does the training begin. Only at this point does the whole meaning begin to make. The will continue to scream, slowly feels along the edge of the surrender. She knows him, knows what he’s doing. So she lets him do it a bit and just watches a bit.
Because she needs a little time herself. The excitement is slowly increasing in it. It only starts to tingle at first, then she slowly gets hot, she pulls together strongly inside. Your breath is now faster too. She shines. She has to breathe deeper and deeper, but can still control herself to such an extent that she breathes with him in time and remains inaudible to him. She is just there now, but still will be her Nipple always harder and increasingly sensitive.
With every short rubber on the sweater, she shouts and has to keep your hands under control. She is now only one meter behind him. The barbell wanders monotonous on its way. He screams, gets the last one out of himself. She slowly turns her back, enjoys the soft grating of the sweater. “Thirty -six, thirty -seven”. A scream. “Further!”. The sweat runs down on his neck in several gutters. She throws her head forward, is close to his back, is greedy for his water, but do not dare to touch him.
She wants to get so hot and horny until she can no longer keep under control. He rages now, mercilessly fights with himself. In the meantime, she is already inhumanally strong together. The atmosphere becomes electrical, and slowly charges itself. A cracker arises between the two. Can’t unload yourself. The tension between them rises, swells. Your hair is currently struggling. It thunders through the room: “Fifty!!!”.
Then, very quiet: “Next arm. One two”. The heavy dumbbell is always light as a feather at the beginning, it is only more difficult with the number of repetitions. But suddenly, the dumbbell is at the highest point, from behind, a light touch, a gentle breath, a few pointed teeth nibble on your ear. A warm, soft tongue slides on her eternal path, and a well -known voice breaks down but demanding: “I want you. Now and here.
Immediately. “The blow whips through the whole body. The light dumbbell suddenly becomes inhumane. Impossible. Harder than a sack of concrete. The arm sacks away weakly. It falls thundering to the ground. Even in turning over, two slim female hands hastily tear down a tattered jeans, while two full glowy lips explore a new path from the chest to the neck. And immediately two mouths devour greedily into each other.
The second slip falls to the ground that day. A delicate hand greedily grabs full masculinity, touches and feels, and attracts everything and slopes. You finger each other, move into the right position. No senseless fascle. No superfluous agreements. Both know anyway. In between a short sentence. On the one side in a hurry, on the other side almost ignored in the fever: “We haven’t seen ourselves for so long.
“As an answer:“ I lacked that, I… ”He doesn’t get any further. A heat wave burns through his body when it still penetrates it while standing. The last thing he still can tell is how she throws her head back, bends, bends her full breasts. He already grabs them. It is lighter than any of its heavy dumbbells and much, much nicer!He just raises her up. It’s not even exhausting how it clings around him, her long, beautiful legs trembling on his hot loins.
She screams again as before. Her long, pointed fingernails dig in his back and cut the now perfect skin. If he bleed a little, it becomes much crazier after her. She knows that and claws in him. He is now freaking out, he keeps helping her, if you reach under her pear -shaped, soft round buttocks, lifts her up and lets her down.
Again and again, unstoppable, periodic. This time without counting. Nothing can stop him now except her. He is still right in the middle of it when she suddenly comes. He notices it beforehand, wants to hold on because she always contracts it somehow, but no chance. She comes so damn quickly and everything is cramped in it. She almost squeezes him together, suddenly rubs him down ruthlessly. His knees sink away while still rides into ecstasy on him.
Both fall apart, break apart, he still wants to tear them back on quickly, feverishly searches for their wet, hot dot, but in vain, his whole flood is already distributed on the soft carpet while searching. He gets black in front of him. How long does he not know, but suddenly he sees directly in her happy eyes, which now broadcast nothing but love. She just says: “What else I wanted to say: I didn’t want to wait that long for you, I’ve been a few days more …” She doesn’t get any further because two lip pairs are now tenderly pressing on each other for minutes.
And immediately both go to their next position …
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