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I come out of the shower, just dressed with a towel … come to you and get involved. You press me tightly … my towel slips a little which doesn’t bother you ..
quite the opposite. My breasts on your skin and you are no longer as tired as expected..
You take a step forward so that I inevitably have to soak back to the bed. In the next step, I put my legs on the bed.
You take the wet towel from me, rub my hair briefly and then throw it away. I do institutions to lift the towel again but you don’t allow that. Your head approaches my breasts. You put your warm mouth around one of mine nipple and sucks vigorously on it.
I grab air. Slowly you let yourself sink on the bed and pull me with me. At the last moment you turn me in such a way that I come across your thighs across your thighs. Then you push my shoulders down and look at my fidgeting butt.
With my free hand you rub and knead my buttocks until I panting and my breasts stripped you up. The more violent I defend myself the stronger your limb will be massaged. You notice that I am very susceptible to your touches, because it already shines wet between my legs. You follow my curves, push your hand between mine Legs and spreads it.
I am getting more and more willing and compliant.
You start nibbling on my meat and gently biting several times without that massage to interrupt. When your fingers my wet pussy I moan quietly. My abdominal muscles contract and my skin blows. You ask me if this is good and at the same time pushes two fingers into me.
I shiver and my muscles close around you.
Your hands slide over my body, especially over the buttocks and legs, then you push your fingers deep into me, find my most sensitive point and irritate it until I rub my hand. Your fingers dance and circles, explore every hidden fold and deepening. Your erection Trips my stomach, so I know that this new position also excited you. It doesn’t surprise me when you try a pat on me.
The burning pain is warmly distributed. Not a hard blow because you just wanted to test my reaction. I am just as amazed as you can suddenly be bathed in warm wet as your finger.
I love the massage and the game of your fingers ..
The way you explore me. Your hand on my back loosens the pressure and I carefully sit on the floor. My gaze wanders down and stuck to your plump tail who protrudes in front of your stomach. I let my fingers slide over the shaft to the testicles and watch how you are shaking under my hand.
I stroke the velvet -soft balls gently before taking them in my hand and tenderly knead. I don’t let you out of my eyes for a moment so that I don’t miss a reaction from you. I bend and lick about it with relish. I suck on him and stroke him with my hands.
You look at with half -closed eyes how I put my fingers around your plump member and make a hot groan. I keep pressing too. Once. Twice.
I watch how he throbs in my hand and how he reacts to it when I roam my warm breath over the glans. As a small pearl -like drop, I lick them off. Each of my touches, every stroking is only designed to torture you. I bend, let mine Tongue Drive along your glans below, stimulate your most sensitive point and look very satisfied when your limb is lively and begins to pulsate in my hand.
You moan, curse quietly, bury your hands in my hair and pull my head up to you so that your limb hovers right in front of my mouth. I stretch my tongue out and lick the little droplets away. I open my mouth and suck it in.
My tongue circles around your heated glans and caresses the underside until you hear and see. I lick and suck alternately, keep in heating you up so that you build up a huge pressure in you.
I drive you again and again to the limits of your self -control and then pull myself back quickly until you think you burst.
You pull me up and turn me around. Known you behind me, put a hand between my shoulder blades and press me to the ground. In this way I stretch my buttocks, which you massage and knead again before you let your fingers slide between my wet shiny thighs. You push your cock into the soft folds, test the glowing heat and keep waiting to irritate me.
You bend over me and let me feel your cock, which keeps pressing against my hot gate. I inherit and give throaty choppy sounds from me … my whole body vibrates. You get to ..
In the tight, hot tunnel. Slowly you start moving to yourself. With every bush you get hot. I follow your clock, a quick almost brutal rhythm.
You keep me firmly packed on my hips and determine a quick pace. I feel how my tension grows, how my excitement gets stronger and stronger until I hardly stand up and think that I would have to explode at the next bump.
Again and again you push your tight cock into my hot body. I throw my head back and you stick to my hair. Pull my head back and ride me wildly.
Suddenly you make you very slowly, mercilessly skewers me up so that I whimper lavishly. I can’t stop letting my hips circle, clinging your cock, pressing and milking and rubbing myself on it.
You moan, curse and pack my hips firmer. This is the only warning I get. You edit me like a compressed air hammer, faster and stronger.
I moan hoarsely and feel how you come.
At the same moment my muscles cramp and I get twitching and trembling so strongly that our juices flow warm out of me ..
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