Eastern philosophy of struggle - bend, succumb, straighten up and win!
In the days of my reckless youth ... we retired in a room (WITH CAPRICORN). He offered me a massage - did not mind. Lay on the belly completely naked. He, naked like a falcon, sat on my buttocks and began to knead his neck and shoulders rhythmically, stroked the back of his thigh, returned to his hands.

God !!! what a bliss it feels to feel the power and tenderness of the touches of male hands rubbing, kneading, stroking and slightly scratching the skin. I was snorting with pleasure, feeling his rod swell in the hollow between my half-pits ... He stroked my hands, raised them up above my head, lay down on me with all my weight and froze. It was nice to feel this heaviness. And suddenly he squeezed my hands with force and squeezed me with his legs, pressed into the sofa and brazenly confidently began to force myself to dig in to screw into the anus. I tried to get out wriggled, kicking trying to throw off, but the forces were definitely not equal ... neither in physical capabilities, nor in the weight category of 90 kg, against my 65. It seemed that it was the pleas and pleas that protested his tears even stronger and tougher and more ruthless towards me.

My efforts were useless, I understood that he would do what he wanted and all my kicks only hurt me. The thought "if you can't make a difference ... relax and enjoy" flashed in my head. And I began to cultivate it in myself ... to have fun, to have fun ... gradually arching, giving my hips to meet it. The pain is terrible, penetrating, which seemed to last forever, replaced by a different sense of novelty. To feel the hot piston in itself, its blows in me. With each new one - I served my ass higher and higher, strengthening the rod.

- ... mmm ...

His moan, he bit my earlobe and whispered what a bitch you are ... I hear from a dog, I was acclaimed;) - ... God damn bitch. How do I like to fuck you ...

I answered him with a moan and asked me to free my hand - let me caress the clitoris. He loosened the grip and I freed my hand - I lowered it under me, rubbing and caressing myself. A wave of excitement already unrestrainedly filled me to the brim, arching and covering with goose bumps, my ass yielded ever higher towards the piston, twisting out eights and zigzags. There was fog in my head, a voice was replaced by a whisper: "Do not stop me, do not stop ... continue ... your bitch wants to feel the taste of semen on the tongue." Ltd!!! how hard he breathed. How nice it was to listen to his breath !!! With a jump of a puma, his phallus rhythmically pierced into his mouth, sperm beat me to the upper sky as if with a fire engine ... I only had time to swallow this tart, nutmeg bitter end. Powerless, devastated by an orgasm and filled to the brim;) I fell asleep.