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We have already met several times in the elevator or in the parking deck. A very nice woman always polite and neat. I had to think about how I can get involved in a longer conversation. On a Friday we met again in the elevator.
We had both bought for the weekend and wore our bags. I tried to present myself “Hi, my name is Ben”. I tried to give her a hand that was badly hindered by our bags. “My name is Sandra” and a powerful smile came over her face.
A few sentences later we were already on the 10th floor and looked at ourselves again with a smile. Behind my apartment door I just thought WOW what kind of woman. I felt so lively. In the Living room I turned out a lot of music at first.
In time I packed my things in the fridge and considered what else could happen today.
On the balcony The gentle summer wind stroked the t-shirt and I leaned back a long way. It was only when the sun started to turn turn back.
Sandra I had never seen it accompanied.
Maybe something could become of it. I wondered and got a seemingly good idea.
I started looking for some ingredients. I was quickly missing tomatoes.
Of course I could have done something else, but then I had no reason to ask Sandra if she could borrow which one.
Quickly under the shower of new shirt and shorts. I call something like that weekend look. My heart hit quickly when I stood at her door and knocked. It took a long time and I thought she wouldn’t be there when the door opened and she was only in front of me with a long T-shirt.
Her hair was open and lay over her shoulders for a long time. The slim Legs wrapped around each other and her smile robbed me of my mind. She looked at me and I stuttered “ieich bruscht t T tomatoes”. What kind of idiot she probably thought of me now.
At the same time, I heard women’s voices from their apartment the question who is there.
Sandra turned something and called them to “the neighbor”. They giggled immediately and they called that she should bring me into it. I tried to defend it but Sandra pulled myself in.
She closed the door and pressed me into the living room.
I thought my eyes burst. In the armchair there was a red -haired woman licking her wine glass as if it were out of chocolate. She only wore her whites more than transparent bra With a matching slip.
On the corner there was a somewhat older cocoa brown with a huge red bra that could not wear the meat masses for long.
In the middle, a brunette rocked with her high -set leg, which I could always see a little of her labia through the movement and my eyes enter her deep into her.
Sandra sat on the outside and handed me a glass. She had undressed her shirt and I could the first time look at their perfect body. Her long hair reached down to her absolutely round breasts. The flawless skin shimmered in the glow of the setting sun.
Next to her belly button a small birthmark that the alabaster color interrupts. The slip may not be hidden that it has a pronounced venus hill. The long legs with the solid thighs invite you to linger.
As in a trance or in the fog, I hear your voice.
“These are Mea Bea Gilli or Milli”
I have everything in mind. I only come back slowly and try to give myself casually. Of course, sit down next to the stools and also stare at some of the wine that ends up on the legs of the colored. It immediately resolves “licking, licking”.
With me, I don’t want to be a spoiler and kneel in front of you.
She opens her legs slightly and I bend down to her. Slowly my tongue strokes the thin trickle and the torture is almost deafening. When she pretends that she had an orgasm it was about the others.
Now the brunette has also tipped something over her thighs and cheekily strokes her finger.
You push the table a bit to the side and now I have to lick your firm thighs off. After one or the other obedible comment has been made, I can sit down again.
Sandra tells me that you Women’s evening and I shouldn’t take it so seriously after they had already emptied the third bottle. It was a little uncomfortable for her.
I waved off and took a strong sip. Curiously they asked Sandra unabashedly if she took me to the chest and whether I was also good. How big my best piece would be and a lot more.
Then they came to the fact that I was still dressed and immediately demanded my shirt.
When I moved it out, some remarks came again and they sang “take off, take off”. Well my shirt is one thing my short trousers at least because I basically do nothing underneath. Sandra called for order and asked what I actually wanted. Yes now of course something else, but I told her that I am cooking and tomatoes are missing.
What I would cook and whether it was enough for everyone I was asked. Of course I invited everyone to eat.
In my kitchen I had quickly redisposed. A vegetable casserole with a little chicken and a lot of cream sauce.
Cooked the pudding quickly and it knocks on the door. The four had unfortunately dressed but still a feast for the eyes. I couldn’t get to the table, so everyone helped. In my small kitchen, one or the other physical contact could not be avoided.
When I saw after the casserole, Sandra’s breasts pressed into my back. She wrapped her arms around my neck and looked over my shoulder. A few minutes then he was done.
The women had brought their wine with them and also reached vigorously.
Everyone in one of her glass fled to me and often I also had to lick one or two drops from her cleavage. Sandra lay on the carpet of her dress and poured her navel full. Slowly my tongue approached from the side to the little puddle. I gently circled it a few times.
Your abdominal blanket trembled. With the wet tongue I drove down to your slip. When I had reached it, the others roared and Sandra ended the game. I would have loved to climb your full venus hill and much more.
I got the food. It steamed and each took something. After all the wine they had drunk, it was probably a little willingness. After a few bite, they said that it would be much better than the pizza that they always ordered.
They scratched the last rest from the bowl. I went and got the pudding. Some strawberry sauce from the fridge and brought everything together to the table. Now the mood was at the peak.
Probably also because another bottle was empty. We sat on the balcony and enjoyed the mild night wind. The redhead said then she should now go home better to man and children. The colored one joined quickly.
Sandra and I brought them to the door. When I closed her took me in Sandra and kissed me gently. Her lips soft like that I don’t dare to move.
Now we sat there and emptied the last bottle.
The brunette nodded and we brought her to the sofa. When I came with a blanket, Sandra also fell asleep. I put her on my arm and put her into my bed. I quickly pulled out her dress and looked at her wonderful body again.
I covered her and went into the dining room. I quickly cleaned up a little quietly and then lay down next to Sandra.
In the morning it was very warm and Sandra had almost completely covered. My fingers slowly slid over her back to your buttocks. Sowing through the column on the legs.
Your fragrance encourages me and I take a deep breath. She turns a little and I stroke her side. She hangs up her eyes and smiles. Now she only notices where it is and the facial expression signals concerned.
I tell her everything that happened and she remembers. Nature calls and she wants to go to the bathroom first. I go to the kitchen and make coffee. The brunette sleeps deeply and firmly.
Sandra comes and leans against me our lips meet. I hold it up and her little tongue opens my lips. I slowly feel her warm gentle body until a thick bump has formed in my pants and presses against her stomach. She sees down smiles and presses even more closely at me.
Again we kiss and her little hands wander down on me. It opens my pants and lets them fall with a firm grip encloses it to my stand -up stand and massages it a little. I feel your venus mound and labia through the thin fabric. She loosens a little and whispers into my ear “Lick me? I can no longer think of anything else since last night “.
What a woman. I take them in my hips and put them on the table. I’m slowly pulling your slip. I enjoy every centimeter that becomes visible.
Her labia shine and her clit is firmly out. A touch over her hill and my tongue touches your clit. A quiet sigh then spreads her legs further. Increasing I am approaching your entrance from which a stream seems to arise.
It tastes wonderful like a woman. Everything into me is getting faster and faster until it comes. Your body cramps she pulls on my hair then presses me back into this beautiful cave until she can no longer and let go of me. One last kiss on your now pretty big clit then I stroke your body.
She pushes up against the sideboard and sinks into her knees. She grabs my stiff licks up from the bottom and greedily devours it. I get black in front of me. If she continues at the pace, I’m ready before it’s really fun.
I try to get her a little distance but she doesn’t let go. After a few minutes I can no longer and syringe deep into your throat with full force. It continues to suck until the last drop dries up. Licking over her lips she comes up to me and whispers “Now we can drink coffee first”.
I finish two cups and we go on the balcony. This is the advantage of the 10th floor here you can sit naked naked and dream. Sandra sat against me spreads her legs and sips her coffee. Your column shines and the clit looks out curiously.
“We should wake Bea so that we are undisturbed”. I had completely forgotten that. Sandra puts her foot on my knee and slowly strokes my thigh. When she reaches my already awakening, she pinched in my shaft with her toes.
The cup of her lips with blinking eyes whispers “I want to suck every drop”.
It’s Saturday morning and your eyes promise me that this will be an extremely exhausting weekend.
But this is a different story!
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