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You step in front of me and open a large wing door, heavy, fitting smell flows out of the liberated room. It is the first thing I perceive. You take me by the hand and step through the door that you try to close afterwards? … difficult, the moisture has grown the heavy oak over the years.
The only light source in the room is a narrow, high pointed -flop -lane window, which is composed of glass pieces in different blue tones, it almost extends to the floor, from which it is separated by a small wall of the wall that is almost like a step as a staircase. That what the window can hardly be called into the room, it can hardly be called light, it is blue, cold haze that is reflected on the walls, the objects, the stone floor, on you. I cannot recognize the ceiling to judge the window, which will definitely measure 10 meters, the room must be very high. We are still behind the now closed door, the window is on the opposite side, it is at least 20 meters between us.
Accordingly, the blue haze hardly manages to illuminate both of us for each other, only the wonderfully white complexion of your face helps me to see you. On both sides of the window, a survival -sized figure is recognizable, only shadowy, frescoes maybe.
The cold lets our breath condense, I only wear a corsage, a wide skirt, thin stumps? I tremble slightly, but I don’t freeze, the heat of my excitement does not let me find cold as such. This heat has led us to this place where you will now take me away.
I contact you, the window in my back now, try to guess your eyes, I think he still linger with the hidden frescoes. I capture your two hands to go closer to the window with you. You are incredibly beautiful, the frosty blue is unable to neutralize your warming charisma. I close my eyes and feel your wanting but never intrusive Tongue In my mouth, I sink in this kiss.
Without loosening my lips from yours, I start to open your shirt’s buttons, not all, the first four or five, I don’t want to completely dissolve the fabric barrier of my lust, it stimulates me not to be able to touch you everywhereAnd yet to guess what is avoiding me.
I take you to the padded chair that leaves a few meters in front of the window, stands for us, stands for us. The cushion seems with velvet, ornaments appear in blue, the real color cannot be identified. The armrests give up wooden decorations. You understand that you shouldn’t sit down yet, I go to my knees in front of you, open your belt, your pants and free your hard, wonderful tail.
You sit on the edge of the seat, yours Legs spread so that I can find space between them.
I stroke him, tenderly, your testicles, you relax under these touches, put your head on the backrest, watch me in my actions. I kiss your glans, which crowds out of her warehouse, enclose it with my lips, suck gently to her, without loosening my fingers from your eggs. I caress your frenulum with my tongue, spread along it.
My movements become greedy, your lust grows, you want to intervene, I want to drink you, at the same time I want you to fuck my burning. I stop briefly, our looks meet itself.
You decide for us, take my hands from your gender and pull me from my kneeling position ride on your lap. I feel your warmth, your right hand under my skirt, it strives along the inside of my thigh, to my wet cunt, on her way she grinds a pantyhole holder, briefly stays with him, your left hand massages my butt. I am greedy, kiss your only partially exposed chest, your neck.
You are eliminated in jerky and completely suddenly for me, catapulting me up with this movement also. You turn me around, turn yourself to me and conduct me towards the window. Our movements are in a hurry, stumbling, greedy, you press me with the weight of your body against the walls next to the window to be able to breathe I turn my face to the side, feel the rough plaster of the fresco on my cheek, take its sublime coldin me, press me even more against it. I place my right foot on the Sims below the window, give me a freely for your burning stake, which you are already rubbing on me.
You turn back briefly to push the skirt up a little to free the gate from my string. You penetrate me a tergo, ruthless and greedy, I greet you with loud groaning in my depth before you start fucking me, you hold in so that I can kiss your hot, throbbing arrow deep inside me.
Your bumps become more violent I can now feel you in my upper abdomen, roughly where my fuselage finds its abutment on the wall. The power of your bumps is transferred to my cheek, which bumps into the fresco in your rhythm.
It doesn’t hurt. You envelop me. Blue, rhythmically stunned water, delights me.
Tell me about your orgasm, dearest. How will you come in me, on me, on me?
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