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My tense, battered body screams for a hot shower. I am in Living room and take off the jeans. I pull my shirt over my head, let it fall on the jeans on the ground. Nimble Finger If I open the many chopping on the white top corsage that are on the back of the back.
It is clear to me that he is watching me. So I move all the more erotic, play with my charms and bring it back to the mind again. He already wants to grab me, but with quick, nimble movements I run the stairs up into the bathroom.
I put myself in the tub, turn the water on.Much hotter than usual, but my body screams afterwards. I put myself under the water jet, support myself with my hands on the cold tiles and put my head back.
The hot water runs over my face, my full breasts, my shoulders. I notice how I relax.
I reach for my sponge, the coconut – shower gel and start to pull me. I make the left foot elegant, erotic At the bathing tub edge, start at the feet and hike up the leg up to the left Po-Backe. This is followed.
I enjoy touching my body. With the sponge, but also my hands.
I wash my stomach and my chest. My hands wander to the breasts as a matter of course. I soap her with a passion that I didn’t know from myself a few weeks ago.
Mine nipple harden and I am pretty sure that it is due to the desire. I still soap my arms and shoulders and enjoy the hot water on my body again.
Suddenly he stands naked in front of the bathtub and climbs in. I hardly note him because I am too busy with myself. I grief for the coconut – shampoo and massage it into my hair.
I do that again with this devotion. I put my head in my neck again under the water jet and free my hair from the shampoo. Again and again my gaze wanders to him. The naked next to me, hardly gets anything from the water.
He watches me. I end his goosebumps, grab the sponge, his shower gel and push it under the shower jet.
He looks a bit confused, but still leaves it to the fact that I drove him. I work on his body that is as well as mine. The garden dumping campaign has left significantly traces.
I soap him all over the body, with the sponge and with my hands. Again and again I kiss his wet skin. When I finished my upper body, I knee down and devoted myself armed with the sponge and my hands to his buttocks and his legs. I notice how he gets restless.
He doesn’t like it when I go on my knees in front of him. But I do what I want. I changed. I hand him the sponge so that he can free his hands from the adhesive residues of the pavement.
He is in the shower restlessly. Again and again the look down to me. I stroke his Legs, Distribute the downcoming water and rinse the shower gel residue away. I can’t help it.
I have to be excited tail just put in your mouth. My hand encloses its hardness, my other hand caresses its legs, his sack and hikes on the bottom. He gets very nervous. Not just because I have his cock in my mouth, suck on him and lick.
Also because I kneel in front of him. And because he doesn’t like that, he interrupts my game and comes down to me.
But that doesn’t suit me now. I don’t want to feel his hand on my goddess of love. I want to spoil him with my mouth, my lips, my tongue and my hands.
I want to bring him to the extase, drive into the crazy and damn him taste again. And that’s another point that bothers him. He knows that I had to gain bad experiences through my psycho – ex -boyfriend. He knows that I actually don’t have a friend of sperm In other words, be his nectar.
But I’ve changed in the past few weeks. I ended up and my body new.I develop further and feel like trying something new.
I ask him to stand back. At first he hesitates briefly, but then he complies with my wish and straightens up. I take his cock back in my mouth and start my game.
I enjoy having him in my mouth, spoiling with my lips and teasing with my tongue. Again and again my mouth releases his cock, my hand pushes his foreskin back and forth. Sometimes gently, tender and then wild, demanding and firm again, then to drive over his glans with my tongue. I explore every cm of its hardness and don’t get enough.
I don’t even know what to do first, my desire for his cock is so big.I am completely confused and experience a roller coaster ride of feelings ..
One hand jerks his hard friend and I spoil with my lips, my tongue, always take it deep in his mouth. Simply because I want it and it enjoys getting it around the mind. My left hand caresses over his bottom and slowly comes forward tenderly to the front. She caresses over his sack and back over the dam back to the buttocks.
This game drives my left hand without ceasing.My right hand jerks him down, demanding while I bubble his staff and suck on it.
His posture, his groans show me the pace. His moan becomes so violent when he asks me not to stop. I like to do it and bubble even more passionate, wilder, more demanding … He doesn’t try to withdraw his cock as usual. He tries to warn me with words, but I’m not going to go into it.
I know that I am not ready to swallow his nectar yet, but I want to try it.And still while I think, I taste his nectar. He comes to the climax loudly, twitching and pours into me.
I feel his nectar runs out of my mouth, over my hand. My hand holds it gently, pumps out the last juice out of it.
My tongue tenderly drives over his glans while my left hand tenderly holds his buttocks. I drive my tongue over my lips and absorb the rest of the nectar and cost it. Unlike expected, I don’t find any disgust. I just enjoy this moment.
He was the wax in my hands, the development that I took and that we just enjoy together. We are still in the shower, hot water runs over our bodies and we relax a little more. When we dry ourselves, he promises revenge … I’m curious to see what he will do ..
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