The girl bent out of her last strength, pushing Nathaniel’s hand away with her leg. No, his caresses were insanely pleasant, but Emily did not like when they continued during an orgasm, and he just ...

- Aaaaaah !!! - Redhead moaned, curving crescent, crumpling silk sheets. Before my eyes darkened, and hot waves swept through the body one by one. When the first of them, the strongest, passed, letting go of the girl’s body, she lay on her side, slightly bending her knees under herself, enjoying the warm echoes of her orgasm.

Nathaniel gently lay down next, trying not to disturb the girl and not get her out of the pool of pleasure ahead of time. He just gently turned her on his back, taking a walk with his hand over her skin. Emily didn't seem to notice. Green eyes were tightened lightly, and looked somewhere in space. Redhead was clearly in personal nirvana. Only rarely did she react to the caress of her nipples, responding with a weak groan.

“Not much you need for an orgasm,” Nate chuckled to himself, appreciating the girl’s passion and fervor.

Gradually, in the eyes of Emily, sparks of consciousness began to appear again. As soon as she met his eyes with a man, he again leaned toward her and pressed to his lips. She reacted weakly to kisses, not only a few minutes earlier, but rather clearly, making it clear that a continuation will follow shortly.

Soon the girl's breathing evened out, and a little later, under the influence of kisses and touches of Nathaniel, intermittent hot notes began to appear in him again.

At some point, Nathaniel felt his dick clasped Emily’s gentle hand. The girl began to lightly run her fingers along the trunk, occasionally clasping it a bit more tightly, making several equally weightless forward movements. These almost ghostly touches so strongly wound Nathaniel that he was ready to spill out right now at the hands of Emily. He was torn apart by two desires - on the one hand, he absolutely did not want to interrupt the actions of the redhead, on the other, he wanted to enter the girl before the teeth gnash.

As if sensing his doubts, he watched the expression on his face, the girl accelerated his movements, casting sly green eyes at him, as if saying that you couldn’t just sit on two horses and have to choose. Nathaniel realized that at such a pace he would not last long and, having made a decision, he grabbed the red-haired hand, pulled her over the girl’s head, and pressed it to the bed. Emily, smiling insidiously, immediately reached out to him with her second hand, but this encroachment was immediately stopped in an equally radical way.

Under Emily’s gaze, Nathaniel grabbed her hands, still holding them over the girl’s head, but now with just one hand, Nathaniel moved, hanging over the girl, whose breasts were constantly heaving with rapid breathing. An excited girl eagerly awaited what follows next, but she tried her best to hide it. Nathaniel barely pressed his knee somewhere in Emily's knee area. She obediently spread her legs apart.

For a moment, frozen, enjoying the possession of a girl, Nathaniel moved forward. Neither he nor Emily wanted to delay this moment for the sake of some extra caresses. For a moment, he felt on the penis a touch of a gentle palm (and how did she just free herself?), Slightly correcting the direction of movement, and the next second he entered her, hot as the sun and wet as the ocean.

Emily screamed softly. Now she felt as if she had lived without a single very important part in her body, and now, when she was in it, Emily felt like a full-fledged girl.Having wrapped her legs around the man, she tried to pull him to her, so that she would never let go so that he stayed there, but for some reason Nathaniel leaned back, almost causing Emily to cry outrage. However, she didn’t have time to express her displeasure somehow - the man moved forward again, his cock slid deep into the girl, causing her new moan.

He continued to move, and his every action pulled out of the girl a new voluptuous cry, each of which was louder than the previous one. Gasping, she squirmed under him, scratching her back shoulders, clutching at her hair. Sometimes she managed to grab the kiss of his lips, but with every second she controlled her body less and less, which filled the feeling of an approaching explosion. She felt the strained nipple beads rub against a man’s chest, causing additional moans.

At some point, Emily realized that her body had long ceased to obey her mistress, living her own life and striving only for one thing - an all-consuming pleasure. All Emily needed was to lick her dry lips and try to say something. Alas, only groans and screams broke out again and again. The only words that could be said to the girl, choking with ecstasy, were significant “Yes ... Yes ... Yes!”.

The explosion occurred unexpectedly. No, Emily felt the approach of an orgasm, surrendering to the surging emotions with all my soul, but for some reason it always happens unexpectedly. Another movement of the hot rod inside it, and the girl screamed at the top of her voice, once again arching, though this time remaining strung on the penis. Consciousness flew away, now, in a body flooded with pleasure, pleasure, ecstasy and bliss, it was not needed. Only the very corner of her thoughts, Emily realized that the member inside her pulsed and splashed out a hot liquid, which brought the girl one more additional warm wave. Following this, the colored lights completely flooded the soul and consciousness of the girl and Emily ... woke up.

For a while, Emily lay quietly, recovering herself. Perhaps it was a dream, but the orgasm was very real. Emily moaned quietly, sometimes shuddering at the waves still passing through her.

Finally, when reality stopped circling around her with a kaleidoscope, Emily looked around. First of all, she looked at herself. She was lying on the sofa — apparently in Nathaniel’s apartment, fully dressed. The right hand rested under the belt of jeans - apparently in a dream, Emily could not cope with the buckle and had to squeeze as she was - and although she did not hold out to that very intimate place, it is not difficult to guess where the fingers were Emily seconds ago.

A little embarrassed, Emily quickly jumped to her feet, straightening her clothes. Listening to the body, she realized that the orgasms that had dreamed, although they were real, did not utter a proper discharge. In the lower abdomen, there was still a curling, pleasant lump, and even lower everything burned with desire and passion. Emily was embarrassed even more. She perfectly felt how wet her panties were when her hand was in them. And now she continued to feel great.

Peeking out of the room, Emily crept along the corridor in search of Nathaniel. He showed up in the next room, sitting on the bed, rubbing his eyes. Judging by the tubercle on his pants, he, unlike Emily, did not even finish. The last seconds of sleep were hardly reflected on Nathaniel in reality.

Without thinking twice, not allowing the mind to make decisions that definitely would not please the languishing body, Emily quickly went to the assembled man to say something and quickly shut her mouth with her palm.

- Shh ... - her second hand slipped across the chest of a man, on his stomach and stopped only on heaving jeans.

“I hope you didn't have any other plans for this day.” - Emily almost purred, shoving a man on the bed. Kneeling down on the bed before the bed, she quickly unbuttoned Nathaniel’s jeans, freeing the dick from the captivity of the fabric, which had been in her a minute earlier. Well, or it seemed to her that he was in it.- Because I'm not going to give up my own ...

Warm breath, escaping from her mouth with these words, poured a member, which made him flinch and released a transparent drop of liquid. Girlish lips closed with a ring on a hot bunk and slowly slid up and down.

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