We had been teasing each other on the chat for a long time, so it was very easy to find each other. We just had to break all the logic of distance, time, your husband and my wife. There was no obstacle that could get in the way, until finally we arrived at the room, and closed the door. After kissing each other's mouth, I knew I should take advantage of your vulnerabilities, and kiss your neck.
You knew how to appreciate my gift, and I felt your body tremble with pure stimulation... until you decided to take the reins... and guide me with your hand to give you the exact caress you were looking for.
It's incredible, after so many promises, that my tongue can savor your skin. That you present your temperature, that you shower your aromas. I'm going to linger with my tongue in all the interstices of your being
I don't have any hurry. I'll return to your neck, and I want to feel the weight of your breasts in my hands while you, perverse one, rub against me, and notice in my body the immediate response to the game that I can't delay much longer.
They won't just be kisses and caresses, no. I listen to you moaning, and start getting down to business. Never more literal than today. Hands or fingers, it's all the same. I want your first orgasm on the tip of my fingers, while I kiss you deeply.
And as it cannot be otherwise, the delay ended. I won't search for subtle words, metaphors or allegories to tell you what I want: I want to intensely suck your pussy until you leave all your second cum on my face.
And like in every two-player game... everything has a coming and going. One of your orgasms soaks me. You let it go after having tensed up to infinity your body, and now, relaxed, you start all over again, seeking more and more sensations. You grab my cock with the whole hand, and rub the tip against your nipples, which get as hard as a rock.
You know perfectly well that I'm not giving in to desire anymore. And you take advantage of me, but also pity me a little when you turn your back on me, and without further ado, bury me inside yourself, and I move following a secret rhythm, the one we're discovering with the cadence of our bodies...
But you take control again... ready for this third blow to be slow, unique. And you get up on top of me, and make yourself thrust with the tip of the cock. The room has filled with sighs, moans, and intense lubricities.
And you let yourself fall onto my cock, and you start dancing the dance of bodies that meet, that entwine, that penetrate, that get tangled up, that please, that are desired, that get knotted...
But this, technically, has turned into a mess... there's no more control... we let ourselves go, get carried away by the frenzy. You start giving me a hard-on without taking a breath... Do you want to die from a new orgasm?
I also want my orgasm. And this is getting out of hand. You ask me with a guttural voice 'grab me by the neck, and hold me tight, you dirty one', and I obey without even internalizing what had been the order. I no longer respond to myself.
You're doing it to me again, and I'm here, almost, going crazy, delirious with pleasure. I throw you down, and fuck you, fuck you, fuck you. My cock entering and leaving your interior without any rhythm, just the pace of my strength, which only wants to tear you apart.
And when you feel I'm about to come, you make a stealthy, quick, and precise movement. You get under mine, and you tell me 'let all your cum on my face'.
I obey once more.
For @GiaTe -who deserves a meeting like this-
You knew how to appreciate my gift, and I felt your body tremble with pure stimulation... until you decided to take the reins... and guide me with your hand to give you the exact caress you were looking for.
It's incredible, after so many promises, that my tongue can savor your skin. That you present your temperature, that you shower your aromas. I'm going to linger with my tongue in all the interstices of your being
I don't have any hurry. I'll return to your neck, and I want to feel the weight of your breasts in my hands while you, perverse one, rub against me, and notice in my body the immediate response to the game that I can't delay much longer.
They won't just be kisses and caresses, no. I listen to you moaning, and start getting down to business. Never more literal than today. Hands or fingers, it's all the same. I want your first orgasm on the tip of my fingers, while I kiss you deeply.
And as it cannot be otherwise, the delay ended. I won't search for subtle words, metaphors or allegories to tell you what I want: I want to intensely suck your pussy until you leave all your second cum on my face.
And like in every two-player game... everything has a coming and going. One of your orgasms soaks me. You let it go after having tensed up to infinity your body, and now, relaxed, you start all over again, seeking more and more sensations. You grab my cock with the whole hand, and rub the tip against your nipples, which get as hard as a rock.
You know perfectly well that I'm not giving in to desire anymore. And you take advantage of me, but also pity me a little when you turn your back on me, and without further ado, bury me inside yourself, and I move following a secret rhythm, the one we're discovering with the cadence of our bodies...
But you take control again... ready for this third blow to be slow, unique. And you get up on top of me, and make yourself thrust with the tip of the cock. The room has filled with sighs, moans, and intense lubricities.
And you let yourself fall onto my cock, and you start dancing the dance of bodies that meet, that entwine, that penetrate, that get tangled up, that please, that are desired, that get knotted...
But this, technically, has turned into a mess... there's no more control... we let ourselves go, get carried away by the frenzy. You start giving me a hard-on without taking a breath... Do you want to die from a new orgasm?
I also want my orgasm. And this is getting out of hand. You ask me with a guttural voice 'grab me by the neck, and hold me tight, you dirty one', and I obey without even internalizing what had been the order. I no longer respond to myself.
You're doing it to me again, and I'm here, almost, going crazy, delirious with pleasure. I throw you down, and fuck you, fuck you, fuck you. My cock entering and leaving your interior without any rhythm, just the pace of my strength, which only wants to tear you apart.
And when you feel I'm about to come, you make a stealthy, quick, and precise movement. You get under mine, and you tell me 'let all your cum on my face'.
I obey once more.
For @GiaTe -who deserves a meeting like this-
2 comentários - Longly Expected Find (Gif + Story)
tengo la lapicera fácil, el orgasmo lento, y el morbo a flor de piel