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It was one of these lukewarm summer evenings, too bad for the rituals retracted. Vicki and Dan stood the meaning for others. There is a large, wild forest area near her house, in which there are many high seats – no sidewalks or pulpit, but high, closed, only available via a ladder. Key or the knowledge of how the door can be opened have only locals – Vicki and Dan have been part of them for a long time.
They had deliberately dressed: Daniel in the green T-shirt, knee-length, tight trousers, short, scarce panties streaked. Victoria in the red T-shirt, tight-fitting outdoor pants, Roter Slip. Your breasts didn’t need any bra;They are round, firm, are not absorbed vertically from the body, and the nipples, are visibly firmly distinguished under the fabric.
Casual, carefree, in thought already on the pulpit: kissing, stroking, taking off, fucking, fucking. Once at the high seat, leaning against the ladder, pressing the bodies closely together, looking for more for more to prepare a hot fuck.
Vicki-Ficki is the first to climb up, Dan shows her well-shaped pelvis, her round buttocks under tight pants. Open the door and window, look in the dark, fresh, spicy evening forest air inhale deeply. Dan knows the high seat like his socket pocket, often he has led to high and wild boar here with his hunting friend.
There is a shelf on the rear wall where beer, schnapps and wine glasses are.
In the right drawer there are various hunting utensils, pocket knives, binding thread, warning vest for the dog, red sweat band for the hat, matches, lighter, candles, hand warmer. In the left drawer, caring visitors have deposited a bag with condoms and a red triangular pennant. If it hangs on the door outside, it is the sign of the already occupied pulpit, in the evening the candlelight can be seen from a distance.
Once at the top, everything goes very quickly: looking for a match, lighting candle, opening the wine bottle, glasses on the table, pouring wine, kissing and caressing Victoria’s fragrant hair, nibbling on the earlobe. Vicki sits on the narrow padded bench with outstretched legs.
It is not wide, but can be pushed onto two, which are attached to the side walls of the pulpit, depending on the space required.
Dan stands behind Victoria, put his hands on her shoulders, massaged the neck vertebrae with his thumb, pulls with his Finger The skin over the collarbone and lets it slide back. Vicki-Ficki’s nipple, already set to reception, are even clearly recognizable, firm and handy under which fabric, even in the pale evening light. It will also be tight under dans pants.
The fabric swells tangible, becomes firm and tight.
Then there is a side change next to Vicki and again they press their upper body tightly, lip pairs are found in the candlelight, sucking, the tongues rummage in the oral cavity, explore their smallest, the back angle. Saliva drips out of their mouths in an uncontrolled manner – how the pictures are like: body juices from the head openings, body juices from the depths of their lap. Your greed according to closeness, after sex there are no boundaries. Dan’s hands slide over Vicki’s T-shirt, caress her breasts over the fabric.
Vicki is looking for him with her hands, strokes, stimulates, reaches for everything she feels above the fabric. In my thoughts, she has long been looking for hands with her hands, but also dan’s hands, slide under the T-shirt, touch her rose cereals, the lust of her body, the delights, food sources earlier. They become tighter, firm, ready to donate more pleasure. Vicki-Ficki feels the lust of her breasts.
Her left hand stays over the pants between dans legs, with him and his appendix;The right hand leads dans arm to her sources of lust.
Together they solve their waistband, the zippers and stripes, their pants tear themselves from the body;Pull out the shirt and t-shirt and lie with bare skin in the arms, body tappered on the body even tighter. And again your game begins all over: petting, kissing, kneading, massaging: lips, hands, arms in constant movement. He has set up steeply, waiting for Vicki’s lips and hands.
Because her physique has registered, Victoria has to find a different way for her burden and desire. Daniel knows it, both know how to deal with it and, despite this handicap, be able to indulge in deep sex.
So that Vicki can reach him or hand-friendly, then stands on a stool, Vicki sits ride on the bench, He at the height of her mouth. So far she had seen him so close to herself.
Your eyes feel its surface in detail, register the smooth, tight, tight, whitish skin, crossed by red-blue veins, the dense hair wreath at the transition to the abdominal wall. The wrinkled appendix, covered with fine hair, divided by a seam.
One egg slightly larger than the other. As a precaution, Dan had his foreskin already freed from the glans. A tighter cone, red blue on the upper bead, pink in the rest, Vicki-Ficki shines towards the candlelight. From his lips swelled thinly juice.
Lubricants in taste and consistency such as protein.
The first slight touch, the caress of the hair let it continue to swell, grow. “Mine is 45 meters long”, inscription on some load trains, Victoria shoots it through her head. The statement receives a completely new meaning for Vicki. How often she has led him to her pussy opening with her hand quickly with her hand.
Rarely has dans the best piece consciously used to her own lust. Now and today the situation is here to master him completely, to prepare yourself and then a volcano bubbling pleasure. The fingers of the right hand, shaped into a ring, encompass it at his lower end, the thumb lies on the glans. With her left hand she crouches and massages dans sack, strokes skin and hair fleeting.
It starts very gently, too jerk off, to stroke your lips with the thumb. Up and down – from bottom to top, from top to bottom: slowly and steadily the foreskin pulled over the glans, sometimes stopped under her swollen bead – her hands in constant movement on him as if she wants to milk the udder of a cowmore firmly or loosens your grip. She feels her pleasure over her fingertips all over her body and knows that it will still have no end, she wants to delay the end for a long time.
And Daniel? His hands caress Vicki’s hair, continue to massage her neck, press her head to his glans.
Vicki-Ficki licks, tastes his juice, sucks him greedily into her mouth. Dan moans softly, his hands slide on her breasts, reach the nipples. Massage, caress, knead – there is nothing more in this position, while Vicki enjoys Willi to the fullest. Deep in her oral cavity, your lips tightly closed, her hands on the sack and hair wreath, always in motion at its root: milking and sucking, sucking and milking.
With her tongue on the lips of the glans – the wreath furrows clutched firmly with her lips, she jerks him with her fingers, where she cannot reach him with her tongue. Moan, jamming, begging for more, then holds his sack towards her. Vicki takes him in his mouth, her lips clasp the skin, her tongue plays with his eggs. In contrast to him, everything feels warm and soft, which stands stiff, firmly, steeply erected in front of her face and is still being processed gently and hard, quickly or slowly by her hands.
Dan’s hands caress her upper body, massage back, shoulders and spine.
Vickis smacking, sucking, nibbling he is helpless delivered. The pressure of his hands becomes firmer, randomly in Vicki’s hair, lose their mastery, clap the breasts against each other, press them tightly, rub the nipples up to the pain limit. Your bodies twitch, tremble in greedy ecstasy, in addiction and lust.
And then everything goes very quickly! For the last time Vicki-Ficki sucks on him, sucks him into her oral cavity as deep as possible, clutches him with her lips, presses his Egg to the pain threshold.
Moaning ends the pain, pulls it out of Vicki’s mouth uncontrolled.
Deep, liberating grunt, whirls, moan breaks out of him when he sprays in Vicki-Ficki’s face, pouring her breasts over with his cooling seed. Hold Vicki’s hands, steer it, cooling sperm network your upper body. Her cunt is greedy for fulfillment and yet remains unsatisfied, idle, untrained.
Vicki licks remaining droppings and presses her glow -heated face on dan’s stomach.
Breathless, satisfied, they sit on the narrow bank opposite, body pressed on the body, the hands idle on the stomach and back. He hangs limp, fought, between dans legs.
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