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I had met the two of them on the market at the wine stand. We happened to stand together in the magnificent autumn weather and got into conversation over a glass of Riesling. I appreciated her in his mid -30s. He was probably a few years older.
They were called Isa and Peter. It was not a striking beauty, but very, very feminine. She had dark, almost blue -black hair, a lovely face with light, attentive eyes. Under her dress you suspected the heavy breasts and a tight, round croup.
The most exciting thing about her was her mouth: full, perfectly painted lips, in between, light pink, the tip of the tongue, which after a sip of the wine glass stroked over your lips.
Her mouth shone in the sun. From time to time she stired her lips into a little smile. I was fascinated. I caught how I involuntarily participated in the movement of her tip of her tongue.
She seemed to notice that, held my gaze for a moment, and stuck with short, nervous movements over the middle of her upper lip. It was a light obscene movement as if it licked on a clit. I noticed how the blood shot into my temples and something moved in my lovers. Her husband watched the side good -natured smiling.
For a short speechless moment, a common agreement seemed to form.
It crackled between us. A short time later, after we had taught our glasses, they invited me to home spontaneously. I was curious, excited, there was something in the air. They had a pretty apartment, less than 10 minutes away.
We opened a bottle of wine, alberten a little around. The wine slowly got into our heads, the conversation took ambiguous turns, almost a little slippery. I was sitting on the couch between the two. It was easily touched, as if accidentally, on the arm, on the hand, on the thigh.
Every now and then Isa’s breasts grazed me slightly on my shoulder.
I had the impression her nipples were hard as pebbles. Suddenly both leaned together in front of me and merged into a long, passionate tongue kiss. Peters right hand slowly slid to Isa’s chest and gently enclosed it. The other breast pressed against my upper arm.
The breath of the two was difficult, with their eyes closed they sucked together. I got hot. Slowly I took the other breast in my hand and caressed her. She comprehensively pressed herself to me.
With murderous precision, she reached between my thighs and brought my already slightly swollen cock outdoors. She kept in tender and light between her fingers.
At the same time this did not happen: Peter loosened from Isa, dived in my lap and began to suck on my cock with plump lips, which Isa shook between her fingers in a playful way. I groaned loudly and Isa immediately put her hot, swollen tongue in my mouth. We fucked wildly with our tongues, while Peter continued to suck on my shaft, which was slowly filling.
Isas hand now enclosed him firmly, she pumped and jerked him lovingly and slowly my limb straightened up. She loosened from me, got up and slowly got rid of her clothes. The high -heeled shoes and stockings left them, including the bra.
At the sight, my strap was completely tight, there was a real little jerk down there. Peters tongue slid over my glans, Isa was about two meters away, out of reach, and watched breathlessly as we both men drove it.
It made her sharp, she spread the Legs And began to masturbate easily, one hand on the chest, the other in the crotch. The ring finger played on the clitoris, the other fingers massaged the outside of the shame. Her pelvis started to dance easily. She stared at us with a slightly open mouth and wide open eyes.
I almost stayed away my air.
I love the sight of a lustful woman. It makes me crazy. She slowly got going. She pushed her knees out a little, her breath went flat, she masturbated more violently.
The sight was not graceful, but cool. Every now and then her butt twitched away. She began to wind under her own caresses. I groaned in the beat of her lascivious movements.
I sucked my eyes on her body. I had never been so excited. I didn’t know what gave me more, her lascivious dance with yourself or Peters tongue, which now took the full path: from the acorn over the shaft to my full Egg and back.
My heart hammered, I ran for air and groaned without will. Isa had started to take off Peter.
To make it easier for her, Peter had suffered from the couch. He now knelt in front of me on all fours, my cock in his mouth. Isa knelt next to him, a knee on the floor, the other bent. With one hand she kneaded Peters of a remarkable masculinity, with the other she masturbated her eyes rigidly on my throbbing tube.
It was torturing. I wanted to touch her, feel her full breasts on me, caress her tight butt, pack her swelling croup. But she kept her untouched away from me.
After all, I couldn’t stick to myself anymore. I withdrew Peter, got up, got up, hurried to my clothes and crowd me against Isa.
Rubbed my cock against her splendor butcher, enclosed her breasts with my hands from behind, let my tongue slide into her ear cup. I noticed how her nipples were upset between my hands. I lifted both breasts from the bowls of the bra, and in a very easy touch of the hands, drove the curve of their tits. Then took her back in her hand and massaged her stronger.
Isa trembled quietly under the touch. Your hand was looking for tasting my excited member, my eggs.
“Sit down the couch!”. Her voice was occupied and trembled. I sat down, my eggs dangled over the edge, my stand protruded hot and demanding.
Isa stood over me wide -legged, reached between her thighs after my throbbing tail and settled on it tormently. I grabbed air. She only picked up the glans into her warm, moist cave. And then let the muscles of her pussy work, like a small press made of silk.
She played around my hardness, pulled her muscles together slightly, relaxed her. I gasped, I thought I was going through.
Then with a strong movement of the pelvis, she slid down the rod in full length. I clawed into her croup, hung on her while she fucked me. At the bottom of the root she repeated the game of her silk press and hung her pussy against my scrotum that it was really smacking.
Then she slid up to the glans again. I hung on her with both hands, without will, passive, lifted the hips and stretched my thing towards her. I grabbed her swinging breasts hard and pulled her body to me. Her tongue came greedily towards me.
At that moment Peters tail pushed across.
Her lips surrounded one side of the shaft, the other pressed it against my lips and Peter began to slowly move his thing rhytically between these two mouths, while at the same time our tongues cost him loved it from the inside. Isa’s butt had lifted from my cock. She held him firmly in her hand and masturbated her hard clitoris. I noticed her breath that she was close to the climax.
I took her breasts firmly in both hands and pressed in time by pressing my cock over her clit. It was indescribable. I heard Peter moan far away.
He pushed his stand into the soft furrow, which we formed with our lips. I took my hands from Isa’s breasts, grabbed Peter’s excited member, put it in my mouth and jerked it into my hand, with the other I caressed his hard eggs.
His hands came out of nowhere, encompassed my head, held me off like in a vice, while his cock fucked my mouth more and more violently. Isa came twitching and moaning for the first time. My cock was wet with her liquid and her pelvis twitched uncontested. She spied on my stand and I felt how the inner walls of her pussy fluttered and twitched.
It was wonderful.
I didn’t think of injecting. I wanted more of it. I gently loved Peters hands from my head. I pressed my cock against her damp triangle and she answered with a slight pulling and pushing.
I let my limb twitch and she slightly pressed the thighs together. “Isa,” I murmured in her ear, “Isa, you fucked me, now I’ll fuck you”. I heard a quiet, lustful cubes of her. With both hands I comprised her horny butt and gently lifted it from my stand.
Peter stood next to me on the couch and his thing stood away from him at the right angle.
I took him on, massaged him tenderly and pulled it onto the floor from the couch. There he lay on his back. Isa stood at the end of the couch, the hands supported against backrest, slightly bent, the legs spread wide, the butt was raised as a demanding. Her eyes were closed, the breasts dangled slightly between their arms.
She wanted to be fucked from behind. Your sight took my breath away. The tight legs on the high heels, the stockings, the delicate muffle of her thighs, and above the bouncing butt, which dated to my pulsating stiffness. I pushed her limb between her legs and she came towards me with a slight hip swing.
Put himself over my excited device and started to edit her hot pussy.
After a few bumps I pulled it out again. Isa looked irritated. I pointed to Peter, who was lying on the floor and jerked. She settled on all fours above him, the thighs spread wide, massaged him and then took his swing between his lips.
Her butt protruded up and moved gently. Peter hung on her pussy like a leech and sucked on her clit. I knelt behind her and rubbed my thing up and down on her horny butt, grabbed her hips, leaned over her and grabbed both breasts.
Her nipples straightened up between my fingers. I squeezed them slightly between my fingers and varied the pressure of my hands on their breasts.
A hand reached between my legs, fished my device and pushed it into Isas wet, warm cave. Peter! She came up with breathlessly from Peters tail, groaned, pushed the cross through and pushed her butt a little higher. “Keep your little horny ass still. Now I’m fucking you!”I hissed.
I straightened up, grabbed her hips and started to ram my stands calmly and systematically. She wanted to fight against, but from behind I held her mercilessly, Peter clung to her from the bottom and sucked everything he got with his tongue.
I felt his hot breath on my eggs, his tongue slid long on my shaft, then he sucked up on Isas thighs or pussy. Isa walled in this vice. I heard her gasp.
Your moan was guttural. She had Peters thing in her mouth and Peters hips kept picking up from the ground and stirring down in the air. The inside of her pussy twitched, the entrance encompassed my device with fluttering pressure, which I methodically pushed into her and out. It shone moist and seemed to be harder with every impact.
I took my hands off her hips, caressed the gentle curve of her baking.
The thumb gently drove up and down on the inside of your pos. I slowly approached the little one rosette that she stretched towards me and suddenly I drilled the first thumb link in her butt. She screamed slightly. I let my thumb slide out again, massaging her slippery dam area, gently pressing it back into hers anus and started a second rhythm.
At the bottom my stand hit the bass drum, and the thumb played over the peak over it. She tried to free herself out of the clasp in which we both held her. She wanted to break out of passivity, to which we forced her to.
But we kept them caught iron. Her pussy foamed.
Every now and then the air escaped from her grotto with a smacking sound. I tortured her a little. Pulled out my thing completely, rubbed it against her shame, let it slide through her furrow and then slowly drove it into her moist, warm middle. I let the moist end sniffing her rosette, rubbed it a little between her cheeks and pushed it into her pussy again vigorously.
I left him up to the stop, no longer moved, lay over her back and grabbed her breasts.
I let him twitch in her without moving me. Then I let him stick, let the pelvis circle and stirred in her sweet honey pot. Her shame closed seamlessly around my stand. It was like a gentle wet kiss on the tail root.
My blood pounded in my temples. I changed the angle in which I pushed my stiff in her. Steeper from above so that he massaged the dam area. Vertically from below so that he had it in the middle.
I let it put to the root and then slowly raised it with it. It was as if the thing led a life of its own that I saw fascinated.
She could only answer in two ways. With her pussy and with her voice. She stammered sweet messes, breathless, dismembered, incomplete obscene sets of sentence.
She wanted to be fucked and she didn’t listen to me and to ask me about it. She hung on my stiff and everything in it felt like a rifling warm oyster. I was crazy about her, her horny butt, the croup, which lifted slightly under my bumps, her breasts, which I could only guess and called it, soft, silky, damp thing in the middle, which always merges with my. I noticed how the juice slowly climbed into my eggs.
I no longer control the rhythm of my hips.
The greed crawled up in me to get her and me to the extinction. I gasped and pushed more and more. I changed the angle so that with its full weight hung on my stand. Her moan went into a quiet whimper.
This time Peter kept his cool head. When I was pulling my thing out of Isa’s Japanese pussy, he picked up hard and pulled it out completely. He pressed hard against the root of my cock and didn’t leave me behind. Isa hadn’t really noticed that.
Her pelvis was free from the vice, she slipped my cock with a small hasty sentence, searched for him with rotating butt, and pushed into nothing.
“Keep going!“, She asked,“ put it back in! Please, put it in again!“And then loud and fleeing:“ Fuck me! Come on, put it in, fuck me, please please “. I was as horny as she was, I only thought of sliding my thing back in and fucking her thing, fucking, fucking. Peter remained relentless. He put his flat hand on her pussy and played a little with fingers on the outer walls.
I grabbed air, the excitement slowly lay down. Isa was on the side. Peter had nestled on her back. He played tenderly with her breasts, his hand slid over Isa’s hips, her stomach, played with the damp, slippery pubic hair.
She slowly calmed down under his caresses.
Then he put his link between her thighs from behind. It wasn’t in her pussy, but the glans looked outdoors under Isa’s triangle. It looked like Isa had a small thick stand. She moved her hips quietly and rubbed on Peters stiff.
Her mouth opened again. She put her hand on Peters, who gently kneaded her chest. I put myself in front of Isa, nestled against her, my stiffer pounded her stomach. My hand caressed her hips, the dimensions at the base of your butt.
She held my throbbing stiff in her hand.
Very gentle, without him jerk off. Only every now and then a gentle pressure. We slowly got back into driving. I changed my position.
Now was lying in front of Lisa, but my cock protruded her in the face and I had her triangle and the tip of Peter from Peter in front of my eyes. I noticed that at the other end Peter seized my cock and slowly, tenderly jerked. Then Isa’s lips closed around my glans, her tongue played in the most sensitive place. My hips moved as if by themselves.
Isa angled one leg, her hands appeared and Peters made Peters limb. She pushed her bottom back and let Peters cock disappear.
I grabbed her hands and led her to her pussy. She understood immediately. With both hands she opened her shame invitingly and I greedily began to explore the inside with my tongue.
In between I stopped and looked at how her clitoris towered hard over Peters latte, who gently moved in tiny movements in her pussy. I licked over Peter’s cock, pulled out, jerked off with the glans over Isas Clitoris, sucked on Peters tail, sucked at the clit of Isa, which was getting harder, pushed Peters back back into the pussy and massaged Isas furrow, bite inThe inside of your thighs.
Everything ran slowly as in a trance. All three moaned in incredible lust. Then I saw how Peters started to twitch.
He was about to. The stand almost hurt with lust too. I hastily pulled my device out of Isasmund. Peter turned Isa onto her belly and pumped her in five or six hard bumps from behind sperm in the cunt.
I lay next to it and had a firm member of my member. As a furie, Isa turned lightly, Peter’s sperm shone in her pubic hair, she sat on my hot plump tail, face forward, pressed my knees down with her hands and rode in uninhibited lust.
Her slippery butt slipped up and down on my stand. She pulled him inside, kept him there and rubbed his thighs with the thoughts pressed together. I japied for air, could hardly move, only saw this incredibly horny, articulated back part.
Peter knelt in front of her, had her breasts in her hand and every now and then they fell on top of each other with a wild tongue kiss. Then I noticed how everything was called in my loins. I stammered nonsensical scraps of sentence, groaned. Isa rode my cock like a fury.
She also groaned and hissed like a cat: “I fuck you now.
Come on, spray, spray, come on!“I noticed how it slowly got out of my eggs. Hot. Sweet. Breathtaking.
I clawed in Isa’s hips, raised the upper body, wanted to push, push, push. But she relentlessly pushed my knees down and made what she wanted with my cock. I noticed that she wanted to come with me. In soft bumps she skewer herself, I fell back, waited, her cunt began to flutter, I closed my eyes, it exploded in me.
From a distance I heard Isas, great horny screams, my own groan, we both came together, our juices flapped together, it was damp, then wet, she dropped back on me.
I kept her sweaty breasts clasped, Peter was wide on us and discarded itself on Isa’s stomach for a second time.
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