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The following story is a symbiosis from a past event and my imagination, which was developed by the chat here at Xhamster. “Well, who wrote me today?“I think so when I open my favorite sex portal and log in. My circle of friends is quite limited. I try to sort out spinner and fakes directly, of course I am very interested in female beings to draw attention to my profile. In addition to a single message from a lady I have been talking, I see a message from a user unknown to me.
“I know” she calls herself. If this is not a soul mate or even an allusion to my alias. She is only registered here for 10 days. Fully completed profile data, no favorite videos no stories. Your message makes me nervous at the moment, I read her again and again. “Hello, my dear! You thought I would not notice your activities on the net? Far from how you see. Let me make me short. My imagination also often gets wings.
Although I prefer to feel sex than torture buttons and write stories. If you want to experience something really hot with me, then on Wednesday at 10 p.m. the pictures were created with the red, laced paint boots. Be on time and come with the motorcycle. You will receive further instructions there. P. S. You certainly have the hamster on your cell phone “I was flabbergasted. Obviously my wife had discovered my account.
She seems to be annoying. Well, no wonder I finally chat here with strangers, give intimate memories, even pictures of our intimate life to some people continue. What does she have before? Of course I still know where, when and how we had this photo shoot. It was a wonderful spring day, first light green leaves on the hedges, the trees still bare. I had already shot the first pictures just because the sight captivated me how she laced these high -heeled boots.
Hook around hook she put together the shaft of the high -heeled footwear on her calves with a firm train. Wicked network stockings, a relatively stubborn dress, the connection between Gothik-Vamp, Luder and Braver Wife made me wild at the beginning. With the blond wig and the dark red lipstick, she perfected this picture. And then I cleared the “Burgfräulein” in all conceivable poses. Yes, “Burgfräulein” because we had chosen a castle ruin as a location. As a small inaccessible ruin, this had the advantage that it was not frequented.
We were except for one couple (on Sunday excursion) that was curious about the broad -bored window ledge at this castle alone with their ranted castle courtyard. The walls almost completely in dark quarry stone, only a few ocher -colored plaster. The sunlight that fell through the window openings gave the photos of this absolutely mystical glow, which you need to take to take the perfect photo. What then happened? I drift off again. We were at the message. What should I do? Drive, of course, what did I have to lose.
My sweetness had been a seminar since Monday and the castle was in this direction exactly. “With the motorcycle” she had ordered. Of course, with the weather that this great Summer stored. Certainly. Waiting for the moment became eternity. Then finally I started my Japanese companion. My clothes functional and I think it is erotic. Tight leather jeans, including the glossy black leather boots, no underwear. A black T-shirt, leather jacket, soft fingerless summer gloves with rivets, helmet on, done.
I reach the small parking lot that belongs to the castle. Gravel crunch under the tires of my moped, not so easy to find a firm stand. The parking lot is empty except for a red Mini Cooper. The poorest has probably lost one of his license plates (will be expensive). But where did she park? While I bred I see that a message from hamsters reached me. “Nice that you’re here. Now pull out your outer clothing, complete. Go to the castle courtyard.
On the old oak you will find more “short and precise, so I know my sweetness. It’s pitch dark, nobody here, so I probably don’t need to be afraid that someone will steal jacket and helmet. I get slightly nervous with bare torso up the steps carved in the rock up to the castle courtyard. The old oak, despite for ages of the weather, could tell a lot, including the story that I took on the window at the time, on the bright day.
Her outfit and her movements had made me so hot that I tore off your network tights to get to your cunt to lick her. I had fucked her with hard bumps. Forgot everything around it, even that residents of the city at the foot of the castle have a good view. It was a quickie, but an unforgettable. I can still see her in front of me how you can smudge into our with sperm traces on your legs in our legs automobile rose.
Again my thoughts are in the past. I see a note on the oak on a branch hangs a leather mask. “Put on the mask. If I have the feeling that you see something or pull it off prematurely, the game is over ”is on the note. I shiver a little. Nervousness and the cold in the evening in late summer make me tremble slightly. The mask is sitting, I’m blind. Wait what will happen. Then I feel a hand on my upper body.
Silk soft, she wears gloves. Rieche cigarette smoke. Feel a hot point on my body here and there. It does not burn, but it probably serves to check whether I see something. She seems satisfied, leads me away from the old gnarled tree. We stop. She moves jerkily as if she jumps, climbing? Seconds later I know why. Apparently she climbed on one of the window sneakers. It presses my head between her thighs.
I smell a foreign fragrance. “She used a different perfume” I think and start licking her cunt. Your clit is tall and firmly swollen today, her firm labia seem even bigger and fleshier to me. With both hands I feel their thighs, feel the network tights, which, as then, was only torn at the crucial place. Keep button down and feel your knee boots, laced, no zipper. My head produces pictures I see them in front of me, like this wicked red red.
It makes me horny. I lick, faster, her breath gets shorter but she stays silent. “I don’t do it right for her?” I ask myself. “I lick you sore you horny sow”. As an increase, I put your 2 fingers into the wet wet, move it back and forth. I still have my gloves. From time to time I stop licking and fingers, clapping hard on her irritated cunt with the palm of your hand.
She acknowledges the pleasure with violent tremors and more comfortable breaths. Just a short tone out of her mouth. She is ready for cumshot, every sound is so that this tone sounds completely like it at all. I would like to caress her bare tits but she is too high, is unreachable. I keep licking, fingere, she claps horny. Your tremor becomes more violent, uncontrolled. She presses her legs firmly on my head, loosens it again, presses me away, fingers herself.
The fragrance between her thighs consumes I taste their juice on my fingers, which tastes so different than I am used to. She is lingering at the moment of orgasm, But then it will probably jump off the wall. I briefly feel her head close to mine, want to kiss, smell it, want to sniff her new perfume. It only brings me a slap on the cheek, she pushes me away. Ratsch, the zip of my pants opens.
The silk -hand handle the hard, much too long -locked work equipment outside. My tail Enjoy freedom, feel the warm soft silk hand now jerk off begins. Then the long -awaited moment of warm, soft lips that slowly slide along the shaft. My cock shrugs in your mouth in a happy expectation. Your lips feel softer than usual. Is it the lipstick with excessive gloss? No matter, it is good for something. It sucks, nibbles, bites slightly.
Everything feels so different without eye contact. I trust her, she could cause me pain, but does not do it. She straightens up, twirling my nipples, nibbles on it, further jerked my hard, bursting -filled tail, massages mine Egg. She turns away from me. Instinctively I know what to do. Search your body, she includes with both hands. Feel your dress, highly closed. So it still fits. Too bad not to feel nipples.
She pushes the skirt up. I feel her cunt. Wet and horny. Find the entrance and start to push it slowly but hard. Your breath and the noticeable heart rate increase. She discreetly presses me. My cock slips out of her cunt. I notice her hand between her legs. Feel how she trims her juice. “She won’t?“I think shortly before you conduct my cock to your back gate. “She hadn’t always scared and even screamed with pain when I was still trying it recently?“No matter, my lust displaces the thought that I ram the stake into her asshole.
She is tight, but her urge against my cock shows me how obsessed with this Ass fuck is. The tight hole and her urge will soon bring me to the “Point of No Return” shortly before the “Point of No Return”. My lust would hardly have done this turning point I just wanted to cum. Gentle but definitely bows me into a position lying on my back. She sinks to my joy donor, begins to ride him, slowly, then faster.
When she also pulls my nipples on my nipples, I can’t help but fuck. My pelvis lifts and lowers. From time to time she grants my cock a short breather and then pass away from my brain with a targeted bite into my nipple, which turns me into a functioning fucking machine. Without sound she falls into a tremor her body, her body tensions enormously, rears up, she is out of control in a new orgasm.
You relaxed. The pressure on my upper body leaves after. What position will you choose now. Just geared towards the goal of squirting my seeds, I wait briefly. Lausche, she can’t hear, she can’t see. My expectation increases. Involuntarily my hand takes the cock in my hand, I want to keep fucking. “Where are you, you horny sow?“I whisper. She stays disappeared. “Don’t solve the blindfold” I think and keep steaming, because after all I want to come while fucking and not wanking.
The waiting is too colorful for me. I tear the blindfold from the head, look for it, with the only destination. “I will now fuck your mind out of your head and spray my juice over your horny hooker boots.” And so I call it out too. No Answer. My eyes slowly get used to the darkness. Everything seems empty. A car starts in the parking lot. I straightened, only see them on the part that belongs to a car that is extremely in a hurry.
Crunching gravel, is thrown away under the striking tires. My lust has gone out, the tail limp, without orgasm. What was that? Questions about questions. “Why doesn’t she let me come? Why starts the mini from the parking lot? She hired a photographer? She even has a engraver who watched everything?“Disappointed and full of questions, I get dressed for the journey home. When a noise draws me attention to an in -depth message. “It is probably a lot to explain to you! I am not how you suspected, your wife.
You didn’t notice it either, so I disappeared. The pictures that you once showed me at the hamster had inspired me. I immediately recognized in your pictures which castle it was (it was there before). I knew your preferences from your stories. I know you too, only from pictures, but …………. Are you already a desirable guy. So, nothing for bad. I put you in. You can do that to your guilty conscience.
And you will probably not find out who I am. Or Sherlock? Sorry, but I enjoyed it, everything. To cheat you and above all what I did with you and you with me. Now it’s up to you. Do you want more? I’m ready. lg ich_weiß_gar_nicht_tu_aber_so (smilie, smilie du a kissing milie).
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