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It is a warm early summer day. Ideal to fell this tree, you said. Said and done. Two hours later I step on the terrace to see how the work is going on.
You took off your T-shirt and the sweat shines on your bare torso.
There is only a stalk of the tree. Your movements are smooth as that of a big cat. You noticed me, turn to me and spread your stubborn hair out of your face with the back of your hand. Your hand leaves a black strip of dirt on your forehead.
I come across you with a glass of ice -cold orange juice.
Gratefully press the glass on your face, enjoy the cool. How you stand there, sweaty and half -naked, you radiate a very masculinity, an unconscious animal eroticism. So close to you I can feel the warmth that runs out of your heated body. You go back to me the empty glass.
The short touch of our hands is electrifying. I breathe in your male fragrance and have only one thought: I want you! Now and here! The knowing smile that suddenly plays around your mouth shows me that you suspect what is going on in me.
Your eyes banned me in my place. You take a step towards me, hug me. My demanding kisses tell you my wishes.
You pick me up and carry me on the couch that stands on the lawn. I feel weightless in your arms. You put me off, help me out of my clothes, in which I keep getting tangled up in mine. Each your touch stroking, every look a caress.
Finally, finally I can feel you skin on skin. I want you so much! You know that now I don’t like a tender foreplay is noticeable. I can see from the sparkle in your eyes that you were infected by my impatience.
I pull you on me. We kiss with an intensity as if we haven’t seen each other since an eternity.
I can feel your hardness on my stomach. Do you want to torture me? I want to feel you in me now! Finally you have a view. You penetrate me. I grave my fingernails in your back.
My pelvis stretches towards you, I want to be filled with you entirely. I encompass your butt with my hands, pull you with a wildness that almost borders on despair, more and more violently to me. My being seems to be reduced to the glower heat of my lap.
Your movements become tougher, your breathing more violent. I bite into your shoulder so as not to write down loud.
The tension becomes unbearable, I can no longer wait any longer. One last rearing up and I just let myself fall. While my body is still flicked through the quake of my orgasm, I feel that you pour yourself into me. We keep in fault, while a cozy satisfaction flows through us.
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