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the table, sat down at the girl's legs, and spread her hips wide apart. Alina bent her legs, clasped their hands, and pulled her to her. The master put his palms around the girl's genital lips, opened them, and with his middle fingers began to gently massage the soft fold on both sides, hiding the sweet pearl. The girl's clitoris tensed and showed his head from under the hood covering him. He shuddered and glistened with natural grease.
The master brought his mouth close to the bosom of the girl, opened it slightly, and began to breathe slowly into the crotch, performing with his fingers on her lips her only known dance of love. Alina felt his hot breath and her consciousness clouded. The master inhaled the air, filling her bosom with a gentle wave of coolness and began to exhale again, burning every fold of her lips with hot breath. And along with the hot wave enveloping the girl's crotch, his long and wet tongue slowly entered her. Alina choked with pleasure and grabbed the Master by the head.
- Yes ... Yes ... God ... Yes! - her head was shaking from side to side, and her body was arched towards the divine sensations that she had never experienced before.
Christina pulled away from the lips of her friend, the “glass” from the sofa, and crawled on Alina’s cries to the massage table on all fours. Behind her, reeling, Nastya walked, with dark divorces around her eyes, and smeared lipstick on her lips, from which a trickle of blood oozed.
The girls stood near the table. Christina looked at her back, as the Master's tongue vibrated into the girl's vagina with wavy movements. Nastya leaned over, clasped Alina’s head with her hands, and began to kiss her on the lips. Her blood began to mix with the girl's saliva. Alina began to respond to kisses, not knowing who kisses her: the girl's eyes were closed.
The master slowly pulled the tongue out of the girl's vagina. Transparent, sticky yarns stretched behind him and they settled on his lips. The wizard with his fingers pulled up the skin on Alina’s pubis, clutched the clitoris with a split tip of the tongue, and began to move quickly along it - up and down, up and down, ... Christine looked at this incredible spectacle: it seemed like a small pen some fairy elf caresses a small dick.
Alina groaned in her voice and her cry choked in Nastya’s mouth, which could not kiss in any way, despite the pain in her broken lips. Alina grabbed Nastya's head and pressed it to her chest. The second breast took possession of Christina, breaking away from the fascinating spectacle that is happening in the groin of Alina. She became ill seeing what was happening there, as the Master had clasped the girl's clitoris with her lips: it seemed as if he was sucking a ripe juicy peach.
Alina arched, hands raising her hips towards the Master. She was no longer breathing, but wheezing ... Her eyes rolled up, through the half-open eyelids, only squirrels were visible. The girls sucked Alina’s breasts and squeezed them with their hands trembling with unfulfilled desire.
The master inserted a wet finger into the girl's anus and began to rhythmically move it, continuing to suck her clit. He licked her lips, the folds between them, sometimes deeply inserting his tongue into the vagina, making circular movements inside Alina's bosom, but always returning to her “pearl”: now the main caress was meant for her.
Finally, he dug a long kiss at her labia, sucked her clitoris strongly, and began to vibrate finely with the tips of his tongue at his head. The clitoris began to push up ... the anus pulsed ... the vagina was reduced ... Alina with a force pressed into the head of the Master ... He flattened his tongue, covering almost the entire agonizing space of the girl's crotch, and pressed ...
- Aaaaaaaaa !!! - Alina shouted and began to convulse.She squeezed her hips, randomly waving her legs in the air, grabbed the girls' hair and held them tightly to her.
- What the ... fuck ... this ... is ... Going on! - Alina wheezed.
The girl was thrown around the massage table and the girls had difficulty keeping it. Her friends looked at the Masters with fright. The masseur turned Alina on her back and put the fallen roller under her hips back.
“Hold her legs, please,” he asked calmly.
Then he spread the hips of the girl and bent her legs at the knees. Alina no longer understood what was happening to her. She lay limply with her legs wide apart and only occasionally startled, feeling the aftertaste of a powerful clitoral orgasm.
The master first introduced one finger into the bosom of the girl, then the second, pressed it against the upper wall of the vagina, groped something and began to make inviting movements - “come to me” - inside the elastic walls. Alina trembled and closed her hips.
“You ... kill me,” the girl moaned, trying to shove the Master away from her throbbing womb with her hands.
“From the point G massage, no one has died yet,” he replied restrainedly, put his second hand on the girl’s pubis and pressed.
The fingers of both hands met at one point - over the hillock of Venus - and the Master began to massage Alina’s bosom, outside and inside. With his thumb, he simultaneously polished the girl's clit.
Suddenly Alina opened her hips wide, lifted her head, and looked at the Master.
- You are ... The devil! She whispered and bit her lip to the pain.
Alina clung to the edge of the table with her hands and began shamelessly podmahivat his movements. Her thighs jerked toward the Master, her eyes burning with dark fire. The girl looked at him frowningly and saliva and blood from her bitten mouth dripped on her chest. In her appearance appeared something bestial and the girls were scared for a joke. Uncertainly, they shifted from one foot to the other and frightened glances now at Alina and now at the Master.
- Fuck me! ... More! ... More !! ... Stronger! ... Stronger !!! - Alina shouted, her shoulders and head began to twitch convulsively.
- Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh-oh-oh ...! - Alina howled, threw back her head and arched, almost standing on the bridge. Waves orgasm rolled continuously and covered her head. Alina collapsed on the table, and nearly knocked Christina down.
- Legs! - shouted the Master and nodded to the girls - hold your legs! Pull her to me!
The girls grabbed Alina's legs and parted to the side of the table, spreading them, practically, to the splits. They dragged her to the Master. Alina reclined, clutching at the edge of the table. The girl looked at the Master with a blurred look and sobbed. Her body trembled in continuous orgasm. The masseur grabbed her by the hips, quickly inserted two fingers up into her bosom, and with a triple speed began to hammer her emaciated vagina.
Alina let out a long moan, stopped for a moment, arched, and suddenly powerful jets struck from her bosom, irrigating the Master from head to foot. She looked at her crotch in bewilderment, from where streams of secretions were being ejected, gradually losing power and strength. Her body began to arch. Alina wheezed and began to fight in the paroxysm of pleasure.
- What with her?! - scared screamed Nastya.
“This is a squirt,” said the Master shortly, “the highest point of pleasure.” “Let her go,” he added, when he saw that Alina was kicking her legs, getting rid of the girls.
The girl rolled off the table, her friends picked her up and helped her get to the sofa. Alina was constantly shaking. She sat up, pulling her legs to her chest and wrapped her arms around herself. And suddenly burst into tears. She fought hysterically, rolling on the sofa and crying bitterly. Tears streamed down her face and her tormented body.
The door swung open and Maria entered the office quickly. She quickly appreciated the situation.
- What is going on here? What is with Alina? She feels bad? She asked sternly.
“No, she is very well,” said the Master gently. - She is now experiencing an emotional orgasm ...After what I experienced today. We must give her a rest, and she will calm down. We will not disturb her.
- And what did she experience? - Maria did not let up.
“I think that colleagues will tell you everything in detail,” the Master smiled for the first time. “Now, let's go, she really needs to recuperate and rest.” Today, she may have felt for the first time what it means to be a truly satisfied woman ...
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Suddenly.
Successfully.
Impressive.
Humor for when describing the heroines is quite appropriate.
The bizarre mix of the basics of erotic massage with the author's fantasies created the explosive mixture that poor Alina experienced in her own skin.
From me credit. But still, be careful with such fantasies ... Right now, as readers rush to ask the coordinates of this massage room.
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Thank you, Eugene, for your comment!
And on the issues of such a massage, I don’t worry: “readers” can feel free to contact me in PM ;-))
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I really liked it.
Been waiting for something light and funny!
Good style, language and pace of presentation, however, as expected!))))
+10!!
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Thank you, Tundra, for your feedback!
Compliments from the venerable colleagues are doubly pleasant =)
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Mutually!)))
It is always interesting to read your stories.
Very cool write. It's true.
I'll wait for the next one))
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“Raspas was written last year by way of one young child and was ordained by a female auditorium. Jentlmen is not found here nothing new. A women ... get comfortable and have a lot of pleasure. "
And why responses from a male audience? Ladies, where are you? All in a personal hid? And now I will be bred and speak out here.
Dear author! Your story literally turned my mind. I realized that 106 years have been wasted by me. It remains to timidly hope that you will satisfy my purely scientific interest in the topic. Would you be so kind as to answer a few questions? 1. Can you boast of your diction? 2. How do you feel about dragons? 3. What do you know about the woman who, being the last in your arms, exclaimed: “You are a true Master!”?
Thank you in advance for the answers, G.
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Dear Gologramma!
Your "appearance" is always a holiday for me. With bated breath, I follow your comments, and some of them (especially dedicated to the story "Roman Holiday") are happy to memorize =)
In my opinion, no reader can so subtly feel the author as you - and this is not a compliment, but the truth - I am deeply convinced of this.
I will tell you in secret that I am preparing for publication my anniversary, 50th story on ST, which will be dedicated specifically to you, dear Gologramma.
By the way, I am dumbfounded not less than yours: where are the comments from the ladies? I even write to the men in the men - mostly with questions where you can learn such art.
And this is called “the story is focused on a female audience” ?!
Essentially the questions you asked:
one). I cannot boast with my diction: I come while breathing and creak when walking, but this is rather not professional, but age-related - I am about the same age as you
2). I treat the dragons very favorably: I myself was born in the year of the Dragon according to the eastern calendar.
3). None of the women who appeared in my arms exclaimed: "" Yes, you are a true Master! ".
Just after the session of “massage” they did not leave, but tried to stay with me.
Apparently they were inherent noble modesty, unlike me.
Yours sincerely, G. W.
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Oh sir! You have completely embarrassed me in lower case letters, and your admission that you follow my comments. Frankly, I do not see anything special in them, although I noticed the echo effect more than once.
Your intention to devote one of your stories to me is definitely flattering. But is it really necessary? Would someone's pride be hurt?
The peculiarity of your diction makes me think that ladies still came to the ecstasy of your skill. Do not be shy. Thanks to you, I now look at the men who are whispering differently.
Wishing you a successful realization of all your plans, Dragon G.
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Oh, madam!
Communicating with you is a true pleasure, and a silly smile like “gee” does not leave my face when I reread your lines addressed to me for the hundredth time.
As for a wounded alien pride, you may not be worried: for a long time not a single amphibian has suffered from my existence.
And I am sincerely glad that we are of the same blood.
Professionally seething dragon.
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yes, I would like to learn tokom ...
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seröga
I was asked similar questions in personal correspondence and I can share with you general recommendations:
Two things can help in this matter:
- long-term practice with different girls and confidential communication with them on this topic after or during the process: what you like, where you like, how you like, and so on.
Over time, you yourself will learn to read the language of the female body, so that by its reaction determine the degree of enjoyment of your chosen one.
And one more important moment: you must truly love to do massage and cunnilingus =)
I don’t know other ways to study this question :)
Regards, author
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The story seems to be some kind of multi-colored phantasmagoria, having survived to its respectable retirement age - is the most interesting thing I missed?))))
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Dear TAIS!
The story is based on real events, no matter how fantastic it seems =)
Before you - a compilation of the author's experience: I love women and know how to love them ;-)
This is the second confession from a woman that she missed the most interesting thing in her life - this is very, very sad: (
Maybe I can help you with something?
Dictate address:
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I'm afraid to fall in love with you without memory, the second heart beat - my blood-soul system - will not survive ... age - you know) even if we take into account that 50% of what you described is true)
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In this case, I propose to communicate at a distance - solely because of concern for your “blood-mental system” - I do not want to be the culprit of the second heart beat, because I will never forgive myself for this.
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I will write you a message on one personal question - if you can? In general, you burn of course, especially the humor pleased.
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Of course, TAIS, I look forward to: I am always open for communication :)
Thanks for the positive feedback on humor - for me it is more significant than all the “porn” taken together))
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bravo-bravo-bravo. It only remains to envy the women author
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Thank you, yulechka, for your feedback!
He is worth a lot ;-)
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you deserve such a response
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Beautiful, exciting and not letting go, well, a blissful smile like Mmmm ...
And the ladies did not write for their fingers, in the beginning, were busy with a more interesting thing than writing comments. Well, after that - what to write, immediately to your favorites and to the real, to the air in search of the bearded and mustache Masters born in the year of the Dragon.
Thank you, Gif!
P. S. If we lean in a dark place against a warm wall, then we can still be sooo ... talk)
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Thank you, Yalynka, for a wonderful comment!)
P. S. For some time I have been wandering with pleasure in dark places along a warm wall, hoping to “sooo talk” ;-)
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I smoothed my eyebrows with my tongue?)))) Ahahah ... I’m high on you! No, it’s impossible to laugh so much in one day)) I beat myself on the hands, but they still poke into your works, naughty!)) Everything, everything, now I’ll only write the address of this master (I have prepared a notebook and pen), and run away from here .. . ;-)
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Dear Countess, to read your comments is a delight!
You are a true find for a writer. I have not bathed in such benevolent attention from the readers for a long time and think with horror about the inevitable moment when the stories end and, probably, that source of joy and optimism, which you always and consistently share with me - your admiring admirer - dries out.
“Stop, moment, you're great!” (C)
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Well, do not whimper ahead of time, Mr. Gifted)) you can write more, and I will sit, sad, by the window, opened on your personal page, and wait, wiping away tears;))
In the meantime, I'll go read a couple more of your stories and “walk out of the hallway thoughtfully into a closed door”;)) ... Do not stop a moment, it is fraught, ask Faust)) Then it will be better, I know.
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