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I’m on my way home. 75 km, most of the time motorway. The traffic flows tight so that I have to drive slowly. Large overtaking maneuvers are not worth it now.
They are dangerous and do not bring a time advantage because the traffic runs equally quickly in all tracks. So: keep your distance and drive with the others in the same leader. – Time enough to let your imagination play. It’s warm and I think of Doris.
On her pretty face, on her little breasts. Doris is petite and once torn, sharp as a razor. She loves to wear tight shirts and jeans. She doesn’t wear anything under the shirt, almost nothing under the jeans;Just a little one made of shiny smooth synthetics.
Mostly in blue or green.
I imagine how we kiss and love ourselves closely. -Now I have to brake. There is a traffic jam. I feel how I got hot.
My stiffer tail Press the pants. I stroke it through the fabric. Of course that doesn’t calm me down at all. On the contrary.
– It is now Stop and Go. I concentrate on the traffic again, the situation in my pants calms down again. Now it continues slowly. My wax dream from Doris continues.
Doris and I play chess. On the table, apart from the board, there is still a half -full bottle of sparkling wine and two glasses.
Doris plays very well, I have to be careful not to make the wrong train. She is on the train. Fully concentrated.
I look at her. Her long, black hair, her slim neck, her tight, white shirt, through which yours are very easy nipple sign out. If the shirt were wet, I would have to see more of it. Hm! Let’s see the next time I pour, I could spill a little.
Since she is sitting and I stand, it is not difficult for her breasts … I would have better over the last train … -, No, she planned this situation three trains ago.
It is not good for my game, now I only have the lady and otherwise no more officers. You are only missing a tower and a runner.
I really have to be more careful now, otherwise she pushes me into the narrow and I am matt in a few trains. I look at her and she laughs warmly. I see her beautiful white teeth flashing. “I’ll make you a suggestion.
” she says. “I’m not getting involved in a draw yet!“I reply. “I didn’t want to say either. No, my suggestion is: the winner can wish for something from the loser.
” “And what?““ No idea what you want, but if I lose, I will definitely fulfill your wish!”Says Doris with a lovely smile.
I’ve been going with Doris for a long time. I know I can trust your. She won’t ask me anything that could harm me. And if I still win, she will definitely redeem her bet.
On the other hand, why this bet? She knows that I also meet her every wish if it is possible. I want to answer, a whole chandelier. She wants me to exhaust myself more.
“Good,” I say “! A little sparkling wine?””Gladly. “She holds the glass to me.
I get up and give after. The glass is almost full. I already want to stumble and pour it, she sneezes and pours a good part of the glass over her shirt. I’m sure Doris definitely doesn’t have a runny nose.
And her sneezing wasn’t that strong that she had to pour so much on her shirt. That was intentional! I rigid the wet area on her shirt and see: she hit her little sweet chest full of. The wet makes your shirt transparent. Her nipple has grown very stiff and tall.
There is also a clear curvature on the dry side.
The sparkling wine runs down her stomach and seeps into her pants. I can’t tear myself away from this beautiful sight. In my pants, something begins to be recorded and now I know what I will want. Nevertheless, I ask: “Do you want to put on something else first?“Doris noticed my greedy look.
“No, I don’t mind. And you seem to like it. “Your gaze hangs on my bulging trousers. “In addition, it could fit you that you get more time to think.
Game on, you are on the train.
“I sit down again and try to concentrate on the game. But again and again I look at her wet shirt that gradually starts to dry and thus loses transparency. Your pants now have a dark spot for that. Man Doris, if I win, you will be much wet.
I’ll pee over the shirt until it is gossip. The piss Will run into your pants and wet and warm your panties and your beautiful, smooth -shaved cunt. -The brake lights of my front man light up. We are standing again.
The thought of peeing awakens the desire to make me in my pants.
A little bit just so that you don’t notice it when I get out afterwards. I make myself easy, breathe deep and then take out again as far as I can. I notice it wants to come, but it doesn’t work. I always have my problems while sitting.
I try it a few times. Thoughts of the full -wrapped Doris shoot me through the meaning. Now I get a stiff again, and it doesn’t want to work there. Think about something else.
Darn, the traffic jam does not dissolve at all? The trouble makes me looser. As far as I can, I slide down the seat.
Reduce again, exhale deeply. Ahh, it comes. A little splash only, then I stop.
There is nothing to be felt. I put my hand in my pants and now I feel the cozy warmth and wet. I get a stand right away and I want to do something right now jerk off, The traffic rolls back on. I pull my hand out of my pants and also drive on.
My fingers are wet. My thoughts wander back to Doris. I do my best to win. But cool as I am now, my chances are bad, from the lousy situation in which I am in which I am still coming out.
Doris has better under violence.
I know her long enough to know that she too is now totally horny. Her whipped thighs, which she presses together from time to time, speak a clear language. If it weren’t for this bet, I am sure she would her foot under the table between mine Legs Push and massage my tail with their toes. But she doesn’t want to spoil my chance to win the bet.
She is so, she thought that was unfair. Poor Doris, the asceticism is in vain. Now you’ve got me. Chess and matt.
I lost.
“Congratulations, you won,” I say, get up and give her a kiss. She takes me, pulls me down to the sofa on which she sits and kisses me passionately. Then she puts her tongue in my ear. A tingling sensation goes from my chest through the whole body.
“So, my darling, I lost, what should I do?“I whisper. “Tell me first what you would have liked if you had won. “Whispers her back. We have it there! What do I say now? You know: Doris and I really harmonize with each other splendidly.
Both in daily coexistence and sex.
But so far I haven’t dared to talk about my secret passion. I also don’t want to open a banal lie. I decide to tell her the truth. “I would have asked you to put you on a chair in the kitchen and close my eyes until I say that you can open it again.
” “Yes and then?” ask her. “Then I would have pushed your jeans open and opened the zipper. ” “Further!““ Then I would have put myself in front of you and first peed on the breasts and then peed into the open pants, so that you would have been pits in the end.
And then I would have stroked you until you would have been very horny and fucked yourself in the wet things. ““ It would turn you like that if you spelled me?” “Yes, and how!“” It’s a shame, for you that you didn’t win!“She smiles mischievously,“ but since I won I can wish something.
“” Right, my darling. What you wish for?““ “I hope that you stand in front of me and piss yourself into your pants!“I was moved by thunder. My Doris apparently also enjoys pee games. “You really want that?“I ask a little more incredulously.
“Yes, do it!“Now crowds.
“I’m really crazy about it!”. I stand in front of you and try to pee. “But that can take a while until it works,” I said. “Don’t do anything” she says, “we have time”.
In doing so, she opens her jeans and drives her hand into her panties. Without a doubt, she is now starting to masturbate. I close my eyes and breathed a few times deep. Now it comes.
The piss warmed my pants and runs down my leg. I hear Doris moans. I open my eyes. Dear heaven, that’s horny.
The wet dark stain between her legs shows me that Doris also snaps.
Your fingers work violently in her panties. Now she opens my pants and picks out my still pissing cock. She swings him over her breasts. The shirt gets wet and transparent immediately.
That so large stiffness on such a small breast Nipple can grow … now no sparkling wine runs, but pee down her stomach, into her open pants. Doris pinch his legs together. A small lake forms between her thighs.
Now she squeaks softly. So big is her lust that your hands tremble.
She tears my penis up. The piss hits her face. She beats her head back and forth.
No place on your head stays dry. The hair hangs out wet. The shirt is totally through. I take her breasts through the fabric and knead them carefully.
The fabric has my fingers dripped. My own piss-running piss meets my sleeve. I also groan hard. Doris now puts my peeing cock in her mouth.
First with her lips, then with her tongue she caresses my glans. It runs vigorously out of her mouth angles. Now it’s over with my beam. The quantities of sparkling wine that I drank help also no longer help.
My penis is stiff and then I can no longer pee.
I pull Doris up, the lake between her thighs splashes on mine Feet. I take her in my arms and press her tightly to me. You shot press on mine. She rubs on me.
I grasp your little butt and press it to myself. Your wet penetrates my things. My tongue slides into her mouth, into my own piss that Doris has not yet spit out. My tongue caresses her palate, then her tongue.
I go out of her mouth with my tongue and drive over her lips.
Now she presses her lips firmly to mine and press something from my piss into my mouth. Now I notice how she swallows. She drinks the urine. I could burst, I am so horny.
I slide down on her and knee up to her. My face slides down the wet shirt between her breasts. I take off her pants. My tongue licks her wet panties.
She spreads her legs so that I now get to her labia, which I feel clear with my tongue through the wafer -thin, wet fabric. Since it is shaved, everything is crazy in the area.
I hectically start to kiss the dripping triangle. Your hands come down. Her fingers push themselves into the panties from both sides and pull their labia apart.
My tongue finds her stiff clit, which she massages intensely and lovingly massaged. A vibration goes through the body of Doris. With my right hand I surround my cock and start massaging it in the clock of my tongue. Doris shot twitches back and forth.
Now she pushes out lace screams. Loud and shrill. she is coming. She pushes her panties to the side, so that I now have her wet cunt in front of me.
I press my lips to her shame, so her beam hits me.
Not just warm, almost hot. My mouth fills up quickly. I drink from full trains. My hand performs a staccato on my cock.
I lean back a little, so that I now feel the hot wet on my chest. She runs down on me. “Doris!“I call“ Oh Doris! Is that cool!“My face is looking for the yellow ray again. I shower in it.
My body twitches. I almost lose reflection. A fireworks score in front of my eyes. Without I know how, I lie on earth, Doris above me;sucking on my cock violently.
My tongue finds your clit again.
How I love this salty taste. Now we both come. We roll ourselves full of ecstasy in our piss. I take Doris in my arms and kiss her sperm -sprayed face.
How I love this woman. I stroke her wet hair. It hugs me tightly. We are happy to fall asleep in a small lake.
There is the exit. Only a few more minutes and I’m at home. Doris opens me. “Tell me,” she asks me with her incomparable smile.
“Let’s play a game of chess?“Doris and I play chess. On the table, apart from the board, there is still a half -full bottle of sparkling wine and two glasses.
Doris plays very well, I have to be careful not to make the wrong train …
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