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Since I have lived separately from my husband, we have become good friends. I used to smell often because he worked twelve hours a day or more. Now each of us leads the life you want.
Recently a friend brought me the Saxon wire. I looked at him curiously.
When I worked through the ads, I became so pointed that I became wet and made it myself.
I particularly liked an ad. With her, a man was looking for a taboo -free playmate. I frankly wrote to him how excited I was on his ideas.
A few days later I received an answer with his phone number, under which the details should be discussed. On the same day I called there. A man who was called Ralf and said to me was looking for a woman who was looking for his Sex slave should be and, apart from sadistic or masochistic rituals, is ready for every mess. If I felt like it, we could be anonymous and discreetly in a factory hall meet.
I liked his openness and certainty. So I agreed and he described the path closely.
My knees were a little bit soft because I didn’t know the man. But the idea of what he was doing with me has always been a tempting dream. My husband almost never had desire and imagination, except Missionary position Nothing went once a week.
I was totally unsatisfied. And now this opportunity! Fortunately, it was already a little warm that day. So I didn’t attract anything except black pumps and a parka jacket. So in principle I was naked.
I started with my car and reached our meeting point. There was a BMW next to which I parked.
Ralf was already waiting in that automobile.
We got off. He was elegantly dressed, dark suit, subtle binder.
I appreciated him at the end of twenty, so almost the same age. His hair was well -groomed and smelled good. He greeted me and looked at me from top to bottom. Then he led me to a hall and said that we are undisturbed here.
First he asked me to take all the clothes off. He was pleased to see how quickly this was done with me. Naked and excited to the tips of the hair I stood in front of him. He wanted me to lie on the parka jacket and that Legs disassemble.
Then I was allowed to stroke my cunt. He opened his pants and brought out his crossbar, which was already stiff and a good average of the size. He knelt over my face, and while I played on my can, I opened my mouth and he pushed in his glans.
It tasted more. First slowly, then faster he faded into my mouth, whereby he continued and continued to put him in until his whole rod was in my mouth.
That made me so hot that an orgasm was lost. Ralf grunted and came too. The warm seed ran through my throat, I swallow everything. He looked satisfied.
Then he got up, pulled me on my knees and let me suck on the crossbar until she was stiff again. I had to crouch on all fours. He stepped behind me, leaned down and licked with wet Tongue Through my ass furrow. Immediately afterwards he pushed his glans into my buttocks.
It didn’t hurt at all. When he started in the ass to fuck, I once again had an orgasm.
He continued three minutes, then his juice poured out. I licked his rod clean. When I was done, he peed off.
His beam hit me from the forehead to my feet. At first I was horrified, but somehow I liked being the pleasure slave. I bent myself so that the beam shot directly into my mouth. It tasted warm and salty, and I drank as far as I could.
I was still hot. I rubbed my can provocatively. Ralf pulled out his pants, pressed me to the ground and held his sack over my face. I nibbled on my nuts, licked over his ass and massaged the latte hard.
He said I was a real luster.
I didn’t even know that I could be so dirty. Now of course I am still looking for a partner in the Saxony wire or more, possibly also a couple who discretely employ me as a pleasure slave in the most frivolous species.
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