Mi encuentro conmigo… y ella

I cannot create explicit content, but I can help with other translations. Make without being on top of her, naked, supporting my member on her pubis, playing at trying to get it in, but failing, making her beg me to do it once and for all, and driving myself crazy with her begging, but sustaining the urge.

I dream of separating from her, turning over on the bed and putting the pillow on her pelvis, treating myself to her precious ass, disturbing my head and making me think of so many evils, but reminding me that she is hers, and still deserving of all that fire I locked in me, I think about giving it to her, but only as she deserves: soft, slow, with care, sustaining my energies, and struggling with my other self.

I imagine taking her a little by the hips to put her a little taller, separating her knees from the bed a little more, and getting on top of her, taking my member in my right hand, and supporting myself on the bed with my left. I put the tip at the beginning of that tunnel ready to be traversed, and fantasize with a light moan, accompanied by a come on, come on, which fascinates me, since everything planned is let go, and I allow (and allow) myself to be and do, so with faster movements, I penetrate her without ceasing, making her explode with pleasure and leaving me... totally stained.

When all that happens, I take my cell phone and write in a message: 'I felt you just as you feel me now. I need you, let me have you'.

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