Hello, I'll tell you the most lovely moments I had with four women who took me to the other side, they taught me to enjoy my feminine side
When she asked me to get on my knees, I felt a sweet shiver. It startled me slightly and awakened an unexplored and intense pleasure. I felt like I was searching for something among her things but couldn't see or guess her intentions. That added to her power. She knew that the more I was surprised, the more she would make me feel at her mercy.
So she told me: now you'll look like a good slut.
She then started dressing me in a corset and long stockings that perfectly matched the black thong.
When she finished dressing me, she asked me to stand in front of the mirror so I could see how the outfit fit. She put me behind the mirror and made me spread my legs while asking me to look at her as she began to fondle my booty dressed in luxury.
She showed me that she knew if she showed me what she was doing, I would be left with nothing but her mercy. The excitement was doubled again. I was warming up and being seduced by her excitement-exploration, and I was warming up and being seduced as she showed me that she knew how to make me vulnerable, how to touch those secret points to make me surrender to the darkest lust my repressed desire had hidden beneath infinite locks.
She knew that my search wasn't just walking towards knowing my most hidden and forgotten secrets. She knew better than I did that it was aiming to explain them to her.
In some way, she was aware that in my previous experiences, I had managed to intuit that I got excited by theatricalizing climax moments with my partners. That now I was interested in exploring the way pleasure provokes in the four fundamental women of my sexual life.
I found her at the end of my adolescence. Objectively, she was very strong. Large and hard breasts that distracted me from her compact and erect butt. We discovered the beauty and pleasure of fondling each other in public without anyone noticing. But what heated me up most was escaping her parents one afternoon with '... pretense of exploring a nearby forest. We'd intern ourselves in the vegetation until we knew we were alone, and then I'd put my hands under her long skirt. My hands, covered by the soft fabric of that skirt, would rub against the smooth skin of her respective legs until my fingers grasped those turgid buttocks tightly. And so I'd hug her. And so I'd stick to my body. And I'd feel her surrender.
And my fingers felt a strange energy coming from the precise edge between the hem of her skirt and her slippery, desire-filled skin. I began to recognize those limits with my fingers as her moans encouraged me.
Now I want to feel what she felt.
She knows. She proposes a game. She puts on a long skirt and tells me to pretend I'm a girl at a disco. She says she'll take me out to dance, and so I do it.
I let her put the skirt on me. I play along, pretending to be a girl. She looks me straight in the eye. She hugs me to dance. She rubs against my booty. I resist. She hugs me tightly and tells me to give in, that I'll enjoy it. And she puts her hands under my skirt. And makes me feel what I made her feel. And takes time. Explodes with slow movements. Explores, adding harsh words. I feel her fingers tracing the edge between my black thong and my desire-filled skin. I remember A's soft skirt and her moans. I also moan. She goes further.
She pulls her right hand out of my buttocks and explicitly shows me that she takes it to her mouth. Her eyes don't stop looking at me. She shows how she licks her fingers with her saliva, which is sweet and warm.
She keeps her eyes on mine without letting go and makes me feel like she's even taking me with just her gaze.
Her finger slid while asking me to relate every detail of what I was feeling.
Earthquakes. I almost replied in a moan.
Then she said: I'm going to rape you, and you'll love it.
We played along, pretending that she took me home and as soon as we entered, she threw me onto a couch on my stomach. She tells me to get down on all fours. With the booty. Good towards the sky, she says. To exploit me. To try me out, to play with me, like in nine and a half weeks.
...
After she took me like that, we rested while chatting about the experience. I asked her if she had ever had a similar experience or if she fantasized about exploring my Booty, just like she had done in mine. She told me and started taking me again, but this time with words. And as she was telling me what she wanted, the things that made me feel, she started responding to me with her desconsiderados while looking at me with her eyes and making me notice that her attention was focused on bringing her fingers to her mouth to lick them and then slide them over my crack with lust. So I couldn't keep talking and a moan slipped out.
Then, as she went back to filling her fingers with saliva, I reminded her: 'You were saying?', I sentenced, emphasizing her dominance, making it clear that she had taken the words away from me, like she had covered my mouth with her wet pants. And so she went back to warming up my Booty with her streams of saliva.
...
After some time and other girls, B arrived: the strongest, most model-like cutie I'd ever had. I couldn't believe that such a cutie was in my bed. And I couldn't believe that all she liked was screwing.
It was the only thing I thought about. And she always smelled like sex. From her, I learned to enjoy never stopping desiring. I want to enjoy it like her. I want to feel always hot. I want to feel the pleasure of smelling what I want them to take me.
She knows too. And prepares everything. She dresses me up again with the thong and the portaligas this time covered by a mini skirt. We play at finding each other in her house. She kisses me passionately. She puts her hands under the mini. She searches for the moisture of my thong. She brings them to my nose. 'Ole that tasty is your little hole', she says. 'Ole that you gain from making it bigger, excites me.' And so she goes back to exploring me in all positions. She makes me feel subtle earthquakes I never felt.
...
We rest again.
C arrives almost at the same time as B. Bigger than me, she turned around. She was taking me with the explicitness of a porn. She undressed alone when she got to my house. She told me to tell her what I wanted her to do, and she enjoyed pleasing me. She taught me that she enjoyed explicitizing her pleasure. She taught me that she enjoyed making porn movies for me. From her, I want to enjoy the explicit. I want to enjoy moaning. I want to feel like that pornography is turning into the poetry of pleasure. I want to enjoy with humiliating words that turn into music. With the most ridiculous sounds from the mouth sucking pure sex.
And these are the phrases and words that never tire me out. On the contrary, I want them repeated without fear.
What a nice ass you have
Close your mouth and open your ass.
Get down on all fours
Open your legs
Turn around
You're my slut
Do you like it? Of course you do because you're a slut
Suck my finger well sucked. Because I'm going to put it in your ass.
How hot you are with the bum
Mmm look how dilated you have the little hole
What a nice little hole I found. Now I'm going to enlarge it.
Movie scenes porno
Hot kitchen
She dressed me in black panties, stockings, and a long black apron that ties behind leaving my Booty invaded by the thong.
I'm cutting up some peach slices on the counter.
She passes behind me and without stopping feels my Booty, sinking her index finger into my crease while exclaiming a nearby uuhhhmmm close to my ears.
She comes back and looking at me says: let's get it on.
And not waiting for me to say anything, playing like she doesn't care what I think, takes my glutes with both hands indicating that she has control. She turns me around leaving me facing the counter. She slams her body against mine and lifts me up, placing my butt on the cold but slippery counter, wet from the fruit juice.
She pushes me back until my back hits the wall.
Then she raises my feet which are placed on the counter exposing my Booty towards the front. Towards her.
Her hands now go between my legs and open them up and lift them. And her fingers run along the sweet little strip of thong that's stuck in my hot Booty.
She makes me feel like the air is cooling off that eager crease. Exposing it, because she can do whatever she wants with me. She feels and enjoys my surrender. Feels and enjoys the joy that provokes me to feel surrendered to her power, with the unexpected joy that provokes when I'm scared to feel like she has power over me. Enjoying the joy that provokes fear in me because I desire to be penetrated and at the same time feel an uncontrollable desire for her to enter me.
When she asked me to get on my knees, I felt a sweet shiver. It startled me slightly and awakened an unexplored and intense pleasure. I felt like I was searching for something among her things but couldn't see or guess her intentions. That added to her power. She knew that the more I was surprised, the more she would make me feel at her mercy.So she told me: now you'll look like a good slut.
She then started dressing me in a corset and long stockings that perfectly matched the black thong.
When she finished dressing me, she asked me to stand in front of the mirror so I could see how the outfit fit. She put me behind the mirror and made me spread my legs while asking me to look at her as she began to fondle my booty dressed in luxury.
She showed me that she knew if she showed me what she was doing, I would be left with nothing but her mercy. The excitement was doubled again. I was warming up and being seduced by her excitement-exploration, and I was warming up and being seduced as she showed me that she knew how to make me vulnerable, how to touch those secret points to make me surrender to the darkest lust my repressed desire had hidden beneath infinite locks.
She knew that my search wasn't just walking towards knowing my most hidden and forgotten secrets. She knew better than I did that it was aiming to explain them to her.
In some way, she was aware that in my previous experiences, I had managed to intuit that I got excited by theatricalizing climax moments with my partners. That now I was interested in exploring the way pleasure provokes in the four fundamental women of my sexual life.
I found her at the end of my adolescence. Objectively, she was very strong. Large and hard breasts that distracted me from her compact and erect butt. We discovered the beauty and pleasure of fondling each other in public without anyone noticing. But what heated me up most was escaping her parents one afternoon with '... pretense of exploring a nearby forest. We'd intern ourselves in the vegetation until we knew we were alone, and then I'd put my hands under her long skirt. My hands, covered by the soft fabric of that skirt, would rub against the smooth skin of her respective legs until my fingers grasped those turgid buttocks tightly. And so I'd hug her. And so I'd stick to my body. And I'd feel her surrender.
And my fingers felt a strange energy coming from the precise edge between the hem of her skirt and her slippery, desire-filled skin. I began to recognize those limits with my fingers as her moans encouraged me.
Now I want to feel what she felt.
She knows. She proposes a game. She puts on a long skirt and tells me to pretend I'm a girl at a disco. She says she'll take me out to dance, and so I do it.
I let her put the skirt on me. I play along, pretending to be a girl. She looks me straight in the eye. She hugs me to dance. She rubs against my booty. I resist. She hugs me tightly and tells me to give in, that I'll enjoy it. And she puts her hands under my skirt. And makes me feel what I made her feel. And takes time. Explodes with slow movements. Explores, adding harsh words. I feel her fingers tracing the edge between my black thong and my desire-filled skin. I remember A's soft skirt and her moans. I also moan. She goes further.
She pulls her right hand out of my buttocks and explicitly shows me that she takes it to her mouth. Her eyes don't stop looking at me. She shows how she licks her fingers with her saliva, which is sweet and warm.
She keeps her eyes on mine without letting go and makes me feel like she's even taking me with just her gaze.
Her finger slid while asking me to relate every detail of what I was feeling.
Earthquakes. I almost replied in a moan.
Then she said: I'm going to rape you, and you'll love it.
We played along, pretending that she took me home and as soon as we entered, she threw me onto a couch on my stomach. She tells me to get down on all fours. With the booty. Good towards the sky, she says. To exploit me. To try me out, to play with me, like in nine and a half weeks.
...
After she took me like that, we rested while chatting about the experience. I asked her if she had ever had a similar experience or if she fantasized about exploring my Booty, just like she had done in mine. She told me and started taking me again, but this time with words. And as she was telling me what she wanted, the things that made me feel, she started responding to me with her desconsiderados while looking at me with her eyes and making me notice that her attention was focused on bringing her fingers to her mouth to lick them and then slide them over my crack with lust. So I couldn't keep talking and a moan slipped out.
Then, as she went back to filling her fingers with saliva, I reminded her: 'You were saying?', I sentenced, emphasizing her dominance, making it clear that she had taken the words away from me, like she had covered my mouth with her wet pants. And so she went back to warming up my Booty with her streams of saliva.
...
After some time and other girls, B arrived: the strongest, most model-like cutie I'd ever had. I couldn't believe that such a cutie was in my bed. And I couldn't believe that all she liked was screwing.
It was the only thing I thought about. And she always smelled like sex. From her, I learned to enjoy never stopping desiring. I want to enjoy it like her. I want to feel always hot. I want to feel the pleasure of smelling what I want them to take me.
She knows too. And prepares everything. She dresses me up again with the thong and the portaligas this time covered by a mini skirt. We play at finding each other in her house. She kisses me passionately. She puts her hands under the mini. She searches for the moisture of my thong. She brings them to my nose. 'Ole that tasty is your little hole', she says. 'Ole that you gain from making it bigger, excites me.' And so she goes back to exploring me in all positions. She makes me feel subtle earthquakes I never felt.
...
We rest again.
C arrives almost at the same time as B. Bigger than me, she turned around. She was taking me with the explicitness of a porn. She undressed alone when she got to my house. She told me to tell her what I wanted her to do, and she enjoyed pleasing me. She taught me that she enjoyed explicitizing her pleasure. She taught me that she enjoyed making porn movies for me. From her, I want to enjoy the explicit. I want to enjoy moaning. I want to feel like that pornography is turning into the poetry of pleasure. I want to enjoy with humiliating words that turn into music. With the most ridiculous sounds from the mouth sucking pure sex.
And these are the phrases and words that never tire me out. On the contrary, I want them repeated without fear.
What a nice ass you have
Close your mouth and open your ass.
Get down on all fours
Open your legs
Turn around
You're my slut
Do you like it? Of course you do because you're a slut
Suck my finger well sucked. Because I'm going to put it in your ass.
How hot you are with the bum
Mmm look how dilated you have the little hole
What a nice little hole I found. Now I'm going to enlarge it.
Movie scenes pornoHot kitchen
She dressed me in black panties, stockings, and a long black apron that ties behind leaving my Booty invaded by the thong.
I'm cutting up some peach slices on the counter.
She passes behind me and without stopping feels my Booty, sinking her index finger into my crease while exclaiming a nearby uuhhhmmm close to my ears.
She comes back and looking at me says: let's get it on.
And not waiting for me to say anything, playing like she doesn't care what I think, takes my glutes with both hands indicating that she has control. She turns me around leaving me facing the counter. She slams her body against mine and lifts me up, placing my butt on the cold but slippery counter, wet from the fruit juice.
She pushes me back until my back hits the wall.
Then she raises my feet which are placed on the counter exposing my Booty towards the front. Towards her.
Her hands now go between my legs and open them up and lift them. And her fingers run along the sweet little strip of thong that's stuck in my hot Booty.
She makes me feel like the air is cooling off that eager crease. Exposing it, because she can do whatever she wants with me. She feels and enjoys my surrender. Feels and enjoys the joy that provokes me to feel surrendered to her power, with the unexpected joy that provokes when I'm scared to feel like she has power over me. Enjoying the joy that provokes fear in me because I desire to be penetrated and at the same time feel an uncontrollable desire for her to enter me.
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