left womb. The hand jerked the shirt off my shoulders. I opened my eyes, burning with desire. You put the phone down and threw back the towel. Big cock stood waiting for affection. The head gleamed with a drop of grease that appeared on the opened tender hole. I literally fell to my knees, sweeping my hands over my dick. The tip of the tongue removed this drop. Then she ran her head over her lips, as if smearing them with your desire. Then she covered her head with her lips and gently sucked. Right in the mouth, the head still increased, and the veins under the fingers swelled and pulsed faster. “Come on without hands,” your calm but firm voice did not even suggest objections. I put my hands behind my back. And she began to slide her lips on the head, trying to grab a member away, deeper. I strayed from the rhythm, then grabbing it deeply, then musol only the head. Suddenly your hand lay on the back of my head. And immediately from a jolt, almost the entire member entered my throat. I choked with surprise, trying to push off with your hands from your legs. You frowned. I looked up with horror in your eyes, burning with anger. “Turn around!” - your voice seemed to ring from irritation. I silently obeyed. You tied my hands behind the back with a towel and turned back to your face: “Go on!” I leaned over again and took the head with my lips. And again, your hand pressed on the back of my head.

Now it was impossible to break free. I slid along the hard, tight and poured trunk with my lips, squeezing it, sometimes choking on deep penetration. I was simply dying of the excitement that caused this slight violence, more and more filled with desire. The pace has accelerated, I did not sometimes have time to inhale and drool, tears mixed up, running down my chin, up your legs. Suddenly you took my head off my dick and lowered it a little lower. Yes I know. You love so much. I licked the eggs slowly, tickling the crotch with the tip of the tongue. You literally put me on my dick again. The head moved quickly, sitting deep on it. The head slipped down the throat, caressing the walls. I tried to swallow. From the size of the head, it was difficult. I repeated again when she was in the depths. But she could not lift her head. Your palm pressed its head with power, and you growled a little, erupted at me, trembling with all your body. I involuntarily swallowed your seed, which, not fitting, ran down the chin.

You leaned back on the couch, eyes closed. I stood in front of you with my hands tied behind my back, chest, covered with saliva and involuntary tears, the remnants of sperm rolled down. Suddenly there was a knock at the door of the room. With a quick movement, you untied my hands and commanded, slapping on the bottom: "Now in the shower!"

I came out with a soul, shivering with desire, desiring with my whole body and soul, thirsting for continuation. And as she was, naked, she spanked into your room. You again sat on the couch, only in front of you now stood a table with fruit and wine. Looking into your eyes, for some reason I did not dare sit down beside me and, silently, sat down in front of the table on the other side. You smiled at me, splashed wine in a wine glass. It rolled and fell in a hot lump in the stomach. And then she ran into the veins, warming, filling me with arrogance. You caught my changing look and grinned, nodding at a bowl of fruit: “Snack. You and I still have big plans. ” And then he slammed his hand on the sofa next to him. I silently moved closer to you. Perhaps my wild look in desire, and I woke up yours. Because when I got hooked, your friend was already on full alert. You squeezed your chest. Rather tried. But it is more than your hand. Then you covered your fingers with a hard nipple and slightly twisted it.

I groaned with pleasure, feeling like it was again very wet down, as a painful desire filled the lower abdomen to a slight pain. You put your finger inside and I pushed the pelvis, squeezing his muscles, not letting go.You were surprised: “Already ready?” Pushing the table away, hung over me. I just went down, panting, in anticipation of penetration. But you did not hurry. You played with me: then by swiping your head on slippery lips, then pushing them apart, slightly penetrating a large, poured head, tightly entering and caressing every wall, stirring every nerve inside. I involuntarily lifted my hips, trying to sit down, catch the whole member. But you teased again and again. And only later I understood why you did it. When it seemed there was no more patience, the desire overwhelmed the consciousness, and the dampness beneath me turned into a swamp, then you slowly, hanging on my arms, began to go inside. I gasped involuntarily. Insatiable desire was replaced by pain. The member was great. He entered, extending the passage, at the same time bringing pain and the pleasure of dense penetration never experienced by me before.

From pain, I jerked back up. You grabbed my hands and pressed them to the couch, making it impossible to slip out from under you. And he continued penetration, carefully looking into my face. I have never had so much pleasure mixed with pain inside. Strange ... but I liked it and more and more I plunged into the maelstrom of passion, pleasure and desire. Suddenly you stopped. I understood that you entered completely. Some delight swept over me. I could, I took you completely! And you carefully began to move back. The emptiness inside responded with a desire for new content. And you already enter again, returning and filling me. There was no more pain. Maybe even leftovers, so slightly. New sensations and feelings swept over me. You went in and out faster, giving new untested sensations. Never before has a member filled me completely, furiously and tightly slipping inside.

Consciousness seemed to leave me. I moaned and squirmed, reaching almost to the peak. But something still lacked ... very smallness. You knew that. But you didn’t give it to me, you wanted me to finish myself. You were sure I could. Blow after blow became fierce, passion swept both. I was rushing under you, taking it all, feeling inside the new impulses, incredibly beautiful and pleasant touches. It was a long time ... a very long time! And I still turned off! The orgasm collapsed, it hit me. I do not remember what I was doing at this time. But a couple of scratches remained on your hands. This I have never had in my life. Tenderness, rage, passion, desire, pleasure - everything took off at once at the peak, absorbing consciousness, throwing me into the universe of eternal pleasure ...

When I came to my senses, you sat next to you, slowly sipping wine and throwing it in your mouth over the grape. He looked at me and smiled. And now in my brown eyes I saw not rage and passion, but infinite tenderness. Then we bathed together in the shower, and you asked: “Do you remember how you wrote? Do you want it like that? ”I immediately realized what you were about and nodded her head, again lighting up with some kind of devilish passion. I sat down and looked up expectantly. And although I was waiting, the golden jet struck unexpectedly. I caught her lips, rubbed her hands. Surprisingly, I liked it!

Then we had dinner at the restaurant and chatted about everything. They recalled conversations and games on the site. Those people who came across there. Who was interesting and those who spoil our blood. Returned to our correspondence. They remembered how they met, how they fell in love, how they reconciled, then they quarreled for various reasons. Something you did not give rest. I felt it. “Listen, that's all you wrote, fantasized, are you really ready for anything?” You finally asked. I thought. I myself really wanted this, but terribly afraid. Moreover, after you tried your cock inside. But after all, our meeting is unknown whether it will happen again. And we do not plan further. Why not try everything that we wanted virtually, that I offered him. I looked into your eyes. Glance fascinated. There is so much strength, passion and power of a man in it. “Yes,” I replied softly and lowered my eyes. You raised my head to my chin and looked into my eyes: “Are you sure?” “Yes!” I answered firmly.We did not return to this again, as if both had made an important decision, which is no longer subject to discussion.

Having talked enough and having danced enough, we returned ... Read more →