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The men are always flabbergasted, what a bitch I am – and that also out of conviction. You can hardly believe it if I send you nude photos of me via WhatsApp or suddenly from an evenly irrelevant phone call Telephone sex make off your cell phone. Some people have already crushed themselves because of this revealing and crashed species. Unfortunately but, oh unfortunately I am not a woman for long -term relationships.
At least not yet. I enjoy testing the limits of my female stimuli too much. I would like to tell you about such a borderline experience today ..
His name was Joe, he was like me in her mid -30s, a very good -looking man with a great body, also very convinced of himself. I admit that I have a soft spot for such men.
They always try so wonderful to dominate me. Most of the time you think your strategy would have success. However, they regularly miss the fact that I use my female stimuli to manipulate them in the struggle to subtly manipulate the dominance in the direction I want. Like Joe.
One mild summer evening we sat together in an Italian restaurant on the terrace and enjoyed a glass of fine red wine for the end.
It was one of those moments when you don’t have to say anything, but only talked to each other by a deep look into the eyes of the other. So while I am sunk in Joe’s eyes, I suddenly feel a tingling in my stomach that quickly gets between mine Legs spread. I want him – now, here, in the restaurant! But where, how? In my dirty fantasy He passes me passionately on the table and takes me in front of everyone’s eyes. It is clear to me that this only has to remain a imagination.
But I want to see how far he is ready to provide him with properly provoking him.
That Joe female Feet erotic and found and mine particularly exciting, I knew. So I quickly took off my high heels and stretched out my legs under the table so that I ended up with my feet in his crotch. With the toes I could feel his lout through the thin fabric trousers. I stretched and stretched the feet with pleasure and massaged his masculinity.
In his eyes I was able to perceive a mixture of surprise, panic and enjoyment. A growing between his legs erection. His breathing became increasingly restless and the expression in his eyes gradually gave way to pure lust. Now I was excited to see how long he would put up with this nasty.
Realistically, he couldn’t expect me to do it with one Footjob Get under the table to the end. On the other hand, the lust would become unbearable at some point. For now, however, I continued to massage his stiff Schwengel further through my pants.
To my amazement, after a few more moments he grabbed his smartphone and started typing it around. I was about to get angry when I heard the sound of a vibration in my handbag.
As I skeptically looked at it, I reached into it and took out my mobile phone. In fact, a message from Joe in WhatsApp: Why I would do that, he wanted to know. I replied: Because I enjoy it and I want to see how lust came out of his ears. To emphasize my message, I massaged particularly intensely and enjoyable immediately after sending.
This time he had to obviously help himself up a loud groan.
Now it wouldn’t take long. For a long time he could no longer hold out. As if I were a clairvoyant, he cried the waiter and asked for the invoice. I used the waiting time to put on a shovel.
Now I even tried to open his zipper with the toes. Joe literally put it in panic. He tore up his eyes and captured my feet. At his bad luck, the waiter just came with the bill and he had to let go of my feet to get the credit card out of the wallet.
Standing next to the table and trying to make the socket, the waiter first pissed off Joe, then me. I grinned back innocently as if I couldn’t spoil a waters. At the same time, of course, I continued to be fed with the toes of Joes Lümmel under the table.
When the waiter was pulled off with Joes credit card, he grabbed my feet again and held it as good as possible. Without great success.
Interestingly, he still ordered me to stop. Men are all secret masochists, I thought and grinned at him mischievously while I played around again on his zipper. Joe had his need to prevent me from doing so. Then the waiter appeared again, who seemed increasingly less amused.
Joe was finally able to complete the payment process. As soon as the waiter had a nice evening and made it onto the way back, Joe jumped up from the chair. He now looked like a hopelessly overwhelmed teenager at the first time. That was cute! I couldn’t stop grin and slipped into my shoes.
After I got up, Joe – very gentleman – handed my handbag.
At that moment I looked deep into his eyes and whispered in a pleasurable, playful tone: “And? What do you do with an evil girl like me now?”
[To be continued …]
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