I ran into her again on the street by chance today and immediately remembered the time she had me eating out of her hand.
Were months in which I was a plaything of their whims. But it's known, sometimes the charm fades away, and a misunderstanding leads to another. But that's not the story I want to tell,
When everything was fine, when we were looking for any excuse to kill ourselves in a bed - or in any corner of the house, or on any couch in a bar, or in any hallway of a restaurant - she knew exactly how to make me come.
I knew how, challenging me, to get what I was looking for.
And in that unsigned contract we had, what we were looking for was to take the limit a little further. Both of us knew we hadn't given ourselves over completely, and both of us were dying to do it.
Each clandestine encounter was a shock more.
We knew we had in our hands something more than four hours for fooling around, and we already had good sex in the first two.
The desire had accumulated over the two or three weeks in which some disagreements had occurred and, if it were to be considered a competition, the score was two to two.
Two orgasms for each one. The first, simultaneous, had barely lasted a handful of minutes. What takes time to kiss deeply, take off clothes and penetrate with hunger.
The second one was more intense. With more caresses, with more tongue.
We recovered our breath taking a fresh soda and chatting about our daily things, the setup of some problems, and also sketching out some solutions. We also took advantage of the time to eat something light. There was a need to satisfy other hungers as well.
Careful as always, we had procured some pieces of sushi before closing the door to the room that protected us from discreet glances, wives, husbands, and the general public.
When we went to shower, it seemed like everything was heading towards saying goodbye and each of us returning to our realities, but I already told you, she knew how to provoke me to get something more.
I believe now with time that she was spending the week scripting the encounter and that afterwards, like a good actress of her script, she would bring it to life.
He started wearing underwear I hadn't seen before at first. And he did it slowly, slipping the tiny brief into his buttocks.
I looked at her smiling, still unsure if she was new or if in the commotion of the beginning I hadn't seen her, but my doubts disappeared very quickly when she, sitting on the edge of the bed, extended her leg and slipped into a black silk stocking.
She stood up, and hooked her stockings on the door handles. She turned around with her back against the wall, lifting her Booty, and that's when she looked at me defiantly, teasing me to have another roll-around. I knew she was touching my pride, and that I would get the results. The man's reaction to the provocation and the image the woman who didn't need to be asked for was giving him did not disappoint.
I lifted her up and laid her down on the table, face down, and gave her a well-deserved slap on the butt as a rebuke for lack of respect, but it still surprised me. I expected that punishment to provoke a complaint and a reprimand, but what I received in response seemed like only a moan.
To confirm it, I downloaded another clip on the other cheek, and she let out an 'ah' of undeniable pleasure. So, facing the response, without any continuity, I unloaded three, four more clips, and she, with a hoarse voice, begged him not to stop.
A party again, but not on the buttocks, so in the center, set everything off.
-Don't stop, don't even think about stopping- he said with a guttural voice, which until that moment he had not known.
I ran the thong and passed a finger from the clitoris to the anus, and it was like an electric discharge that caused her to lift her Booty higher. It was undeniable that she wanted to be penetrated, and I didn't have to beg.
I stuck a finger in his ass and received as a prize a groan of gratitude, and I started moving it slowly inside him. I felt on my finger how the ass was squeezing to keep it from coming out... like if it were caressing my finger, then I sent another one, and the groans rose in volume.
She was exposed, and I very comfortable, and decided to use my other hand, and pushed two fingers into her pussy, and started moving them in sync, with great care.
It's like you have two pipes inside - I said in his ear
-I want at least yours-', he replied, with a voice that was already totally unknown to me.
It was like an order. I had a hard cock, ready for a new thrust, and leaned my red, wet head, whose own juices mixed with the body of the lady, and with one single stab, I pushed her into her interior, tearing out a guttural cry of extreme pleasure.
And what I felt in my fingers, I felt again on my cock: it was squeezing me with its ass like it was its hand, trying to retain it, but achieving its other purpose, driving me crazy, taking me to ecstasy.
Nobody controlled anything anymore, I would stay quiet, and she'd sink her Booty into his cock. She'd stay still, and I'd pound with my pelvis trying to penetrate her more and more.
Until it arrived at the end.
I felt it first in the neck, and how an electric current was going down my spinal column and focusing on the testicles. A unique sensation as if my entire body was compressing, until it reached the unique moment when everything unravels, and explodes.
She felt my convulsions and the cum that was oozing out of my body filling her entrails. It was enough for her to rub her own fingers on her clitoris, for a devastating orgasm to run through her entire body.
We fell onto the carpet. We kissed our lips. We caught our breath.
She looked at my eyes and with the good cat voice she used to have -not the one of an animal that had presented herself to me that afternoon- said
Three by three.
Were months in which I was a plaything of their whims. But it's known, sometimes the charm fades away, and a misunderstanding leads to another. But that's not the story I want to tell,
When everything was fine, when we were looking for any excuse to kill ourselves in a bed - or in any corner of the house, or on any couch in a bar, or in any hallway of a restaurant - she knew exactly how to make me come.
I knew how, challenging me, to get what I was looking for.
And in that unsigned contract we had, what we were looking for was to take the limit a little further. Both of us knew we hadn't given ourselves over completely, and both of us were dying to do it.
Each clandestine encounter was a shock more.
We knew we had in our hands something more than four hours for fooling around, and we already had good sex in the first two.
The desire had accumulated over the two or three weeks in which some disagreements had occurred and, if it were to be considered a competition, the score was two to two.
Two orgasms for each one. The first, simultaneous, had barely lasted a handful of minutes. What takes time to kiss deeply, take off clothes and penetrate with hunger.
The second one was more intense. With more caresses, with more tongue.
We recovered our breath taking a fresh soda and chatting about our daily things, the setup of some problems, and also sketching out some solutions. We also took advantage of the time to eat something light. There was a need to satisfy other hungers as well.
Careful as always, we had procured some pieces of sushi before closing the door to the room that protected us from discreet glances, wives, husbands, and the general public.
When we went to shower, it seemed like everything was heading towards saying goodbye and each of us returning to our realities, but I already told you, she knew how to provoke me to get something more.
I believe now with time that she was spending the week scripting the encounter and that afterwards, like a good actress of her script, she would bring it to life.
He started wearing underwear I hadn't seen before at first. And he did it slowly, slipping the tiny brief into his buttocks.
I looked at her smiling, still unsure if she was new or if in the commotion of the beginning I hadn't seen her, but my doubts disappeared very quickly when she, sitting on the edge of the bed, extended her leg and slipped into a black silk stocking.
She stood up, and hooked her stockings on the door handles. She turned around with her back against the wall, lifting her Booty, and that's when she looked at me defiantly, teasing me to have another roll-around. I knew she was touching my pride, and that I would get the results. The man's reaction to the provocation and the image the woman who didn't need to be asked for was giving him did not disappoint.
I lifted her up and laid her down on the table, face down, and gave her a well-deserved slap on the butt as a rebuke for lack of respect, but it still surprised me. I expected that punishment to provoke a complaint and a reprimand, but what I received in response seemed like only a moan.
To confirm it, I downloaded another clip on the other cheek, and she let out an 'ah' of undeniable pleasure. So, facing the response, without any continuity, I unloaded three, four more clips, and she, with a hoarse voice, begged him not to stop.
A party again, but not on the buttocks, so in the center, set everything off.
-Don't stop, don't even think about stopping- he said with a guttural voice, which until that moment he had not known.
I ran the thong and passed a finger from the clitoris to the anus, and it was like an electric discharge that caused her to lift her Booty higher. It was undeniable that she wanted to be penetrated, and I didn't have to beg.
I stuck a finger in his ass and received as a prize a groan of gratitude, and I started moving it slowly inside him. I felt on my finger how the ass was squeezing to keep it from coming out... like if it were caressing my finger, then I sent another one, and the groans rose in volume.
She was exposed, and I very comfortable, and decided to use my other hand, and pushed two fingers into her pussy, and started moving them in sync, with great care.
It's like you have two pipes inside - I said in his ear
-I want at least yours-', he replied, with a voice that was already totally unknown to me.
It was like an order. I had a hard cock, ready for a new thrust, and leaned my red, wet head, whose own juices mixed with the body of the lady, and with one single stab, I pushed her into her interior, tearing out a guttural cry of extreme pleasure.
And what I felt in my fingers, I felt again on my cock: it was squeezing me with its ass like it was its hand, trying to retain it, but achieving its other purpose, driving me crazy, taking me to ecstasy.
Nobody controlled anything anymore, I would stay quiet, and she'd sink her Booty into his cock. She'd stay still, and I'd pound with my pelvis trying to penetrate her more and more.
Until it arrived at the end.
I felt it first in the neck, and how an electric current was going down my spinal column and focusing on the testicles. A unique sensation as if my entire body was compressing, until it reached the unique moment when everything unravels, and explodes.
She felt my convulsions and the cum that was oozing out of my body filling her entrails. It was enough for her to rub her own fingers on her clitoris, for a devastating orgasm to run through her entire body.
We fell onto the carpet. We kissed our lips. We caught our breath.
She looked at my eyes and with the good cat voice she used to have -not the one of an animal that had presented herself to me that afternoon- said
Three by three.
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Silvia de Mardel es muy muy pero muy puta ….
Tiene el culo y la concha grandes por tantas pollas q se comió …
Pero es buena cogedora …