She, with her white shirt, open the neckline revealing the birth of her breasts. Her tight black skirt that, shamelessly, molds her acariciated buttocks by fine lingerie.
He, with his dark gray suit and that purple tie that delights her when she uses it to bind her hands.
She, hurried, with her nerves on edge, moving from side to side looking for something without knowing exactly what and finishing getting ready.
He, sitting, not taking his eyes off her; mesmerized seeing how sensual she is. A very attractive woman says it to herself at the same time as she brings her hand to the hardness that starts to form under her pants.
She, sitting down to tie the thin strap of her shoe that will go around her ankle; the skirt rising and the thigh left exposed showing the suggestive lace of her stockings.
He, rubbing his groin without taking his eyes off her legs.
She raises her gaze and sees him caressing himself, joking with the gentleman standing before the ladies.
He, claiming that the gentleman needs his attention, and at that precise moment walks towards her, embracing her between his arms.
She tries to wriggle free but lets him devour her kisses as he leads her towards the sofa.
They, their mouths, their deep kiss.
He, master of the hands entering her neckline, opening her blouse and exposing her breasts, slowly lowering them to reach her sex.
She, countering by opening her pants and releasing the diabolical hardness that falls onto her already trembling mouth.
He, pinning her head and marking the rhythm for the mouth determined to absorb her essence. Agitated, emerging from the tibia mouth, making his own sink now into hers.
She, moaning at hearing the lustful tongue tracing her sex, upon noticing the bites that are taking her to the point of no return. She, pouring and soaking her face.
He, lifting his body which still shudders, places himself behind her opening her buttocks well and bringing the knight to the entrance, tempered steel in his hands, delivers a strong thrust tearing out the lady's screams.
She, with her knees on the sofa leaning forward, grasping her hands as her bouncing breasts accumulate. He, accelerated thrusts of his body against her; he sinks entirely, piercing her sex with urgency. They, in a vertiginous spiral, moans, screams, 'fuck', 'like this', 'more', 'break', 'masssssssss', erupt.
He, with his dark gray suit and that purple tie that delights her when she uses it to bind her hands.
She, hurried, with her nerves on edge, moving from side to side looking for something without knowing exactly what and finishing getting ready. He, sitting, not taking his eyes off her; mesmerized seeing how sensual she is. A very attractive woman says it to herself at the same time as she brings her hand to the hardness that starts to form under her pants.
She, sitting down to tie the thin strap of her shoe that will go around her ankle; the skirt rising and the thigh left exposed showing the suggestive lace of her stockings.
He, rubbing his groin without taking his eyes off her legs.
She raises her gaze and sees him caressing himself, joking with the gentleman standing before the ladies.He, claiming that the gentleman needs his attention, and at that precise moment walks towards her, embracing her between his arms.
She tries to wriggle free but lets him devour her kisses as he leads her towards the sofa.
They, their mouths, their deep kiss.
He, master of the hands entering her neckline, opening her blouse and exposing her breasts, slowly lowering them to reach her sex.
She, countering by opening her pants and releasing the diabolical hardness that falls onto her already trembling mouth.
He, pinning her head and marking the rhythm for the mouth determined to absorb her essence. Agitated, emerging from the tibia mouth, making his own sink now into hers.
She, moaning at hearing the lustful tongue tracing her sex, upon noticing the bites that are taking her to the point of no return. She, pouring and soaking her face.He, lifting his body which still shudders, places himself behind her opening her buttocks well and bringing the knight to the entrance, tempered steel in his hands, delivers a strong thrust tearing out the lady's screams.
She, with her knees on the sofa leaning forward, grasping her hands as her bouncing breasts accumulate. He, accelerated thrusts of his body against her; he sinks entirely, piercing her sex with urgency. They, in a vertiginous spiral, moans, screams, 'fuck', 'like this', 'more', 'break', 'masssssssss', erupt.
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