There she is naked among the shadows, beautiful Emilia, standing in the middle of the dimly lit attic barely illuminated by a faint stream of light that filters through the worn and dirty curtain of a half-covered window. Her youthful and delicate flesh can be imagined amidst that small luminous river bathed in dust.
The room at first glance looks dark and smaller than it really is; thanks to that pale blue tone that filled everything, everything except the misty figure of Emilia, which contrasts with the blurry lines of the scattered chequers around her, filled with the same dust that drifts in the static air of the room.
Frozen in that timeless space, she appears hypnotized by her reflection, contemplating what remains of an old oval mirror, her delicate body of a virgin doll is drawn naked without shame before her eyes, for the first time. Emilia delights in slowly pacing her gaze over the nascent curves of her breasts, which seem soft and warm to me, crowned at the peak by rosy summits that grow full of lust and desire.
Her adolescent skin seems to reflect that cold and blue tone of the room as if it were a marble statue. Only some soft movements of her fingers, brushing against the golden curls of her sex, reveal all that life that is already bubbling in her body at her tender fifteen years.
I contemplate her among the shadows, static and silent... lost behind some furniture without daring to move myself, out of fear of breaking the magic of this instant. I observe her with my eyes full of her youthful beauty, like a mute witness to that unique moment, while my Emilia reveals herself as a woman eager for sensations, a source of her own pleasure.
The tips of his hands playfully caress the soft skin beneath the pubic hair, exploring the edge of that chasm between her legs that throbs in boiling and salty magma. Now, Emilia's face reveals that domino effect that occurs inside her, perceptible to me by a pleasant bite that gives her lip.
From my dark corner I continue to stalk her while envying her own touch, her fingers following her eyes like faithful dogs seeking to increase each caress. Bit by bit Emilia explores her innocent geography, curious about the tumescence of her buttocks, the sharpness of her hips and that endless depth of her sex.
Suddenly, her pink lips of a high school girl open, releasing a faint whine mixed with discovery and pleasure. It seems that my Emilia has found the trigger for an ocean of sensations that touch her in waves and her figure shrinks a little, as if she were about to fall, but still her hand doesn't leave the pink and brilliant epicenter of her obsession.
By contrast, the movement of his fingers increases in intensity and his free hand seizes one of his desirable breasts, squeezing it mercilessly, while an uncontrollable grimace takes over his doll-like face. My mouth is filled with saliva, here I am stealing her privacy from this fierce sexual creature who now unwittingly stars in the voyeuristic spectacle of my life. I don't stop contemplating her... I desire her.
And the inevitable maremagnum arrives, its self-inflicted caresses achieve their goal, now Emilia's lips open as if ready to release a scream that originates from the very center of her sex, I then hear a muffled groan emerging from her throat and see the porcelain skin of her back bristling, at the same time as her eyes close with force.
The innocent girl has stopped being so and her emerging pleasure shines in translucent rivers that flow down her thighs. Without haste, she opens her eyes, her transgressive hand leaves the interior of that humid sex and Emilia, curious by nature, takes her smelly and wet fingers to her mouth, tasting one and then two like a newly discovered sweet treat.
Totally absorbed in her enjoyment, Emilia slowly turns with her gaze tracing the twilight until her eyes stop at the hidden corner where I'm hiding and, although I know it's impossible for me to see her in that darkness, the girl with perfect skin smiles with the malice of a seasoned slut...and without thinking twice, Emilia ventures into the shadows, walking naked towards me, with her perfect breasts topped with pink nipples, with her orgasm flooding those locks covering the entrance to her sex and with the seductive rhythm of an angel just converted into a demon.
The room at first glance looks dark and smaller than it really is; thanks to that pale blue tone that filled everything, everything except the misty figure of Emilia, which contrasts with the blurry lines of the scattered chequers around her, filled with the same dust that drifts in the static air of the room.
Frozen in that timeless space, she appears hypnotized by her reflection, contemplating what remains of an old oval mirror, her delicate body of a virgin doll is drawn naked without shame before her eyes, for the first time. Emilia delights in slowly pacing her gaze over the nascent curves of her breasts, which seem soft and warm to me, crowned at the peak by rosy summits that grow full of lust and desire.
Her adolescent skin seems to reflect that cold and blue tone of the room as if it were a marble statue. Only some soft movements of her fingers, brushing against the golden curls of her sex, reveal all that life that is already bubbling in her body at her tender fifteen years.
I contemplate her among the shadows, static and silent... lost behind some furniture without daring to move myself, out of fear of breaking the magic of this instant. I observe her with my eyes full of her youthful beauty, like a mute witness to that unique moment, while my Emilia reveals herself as a woman eager for sensations, a source of her own pleasure.
The tips of his hands playfully caress the soft skin beneath the pubic hair, exploring the edge of that chasm between her legs that throbs in boiling and salty magma. Now, Emilia's face reveals that domino effect that occurs inside her, perceptible to me by a pleasant bite that gives her lip.
From my dark corner I continue to stalk her while envying her own touch, her fingers following her eyes like faithful dogs seeking to increase each caress. Bit by bit Emilia explores her innocent geography, curious about the tumescence of her buttocks, the sharpness of her hips and that endless depth of her sex.
Suddenly, her pink lips of a high school girl open, releasing a faint whine mixed with discovery and pleasure. It seems that my Emilia has found the trigger for an ocean of sensations that touch her in waves and her figure shrinks a little, as if she were about to fall, but still her hand doesn't leave the pink and brilliant epicenter of her obsession.
By contrast, the movement of his fingers increases in intensity and his free hand seizes one of his desirable breasts, squeezing it mercilessly, while an uncontrollable grimace takes over his doll-like face. My mouth is filled with saliva, here I am stealing her privacy from this fierce sexual creature who now unwittingly stars in the voyeuristic spectacle of my life. I don't stop contemplating her... I desire her.
And the inevitable maremagnum arrives, its self-inflicted caresses achieve their goal, now Emilia's lips open as if ready to release a scream that originates from the very center of her sex, I then hear a muffled groan emerging from her throat and see the porcelain skin of her back bristling, at the same time as her eyes close with force.
The innocent girl has stopped being so and her emerging pleasure shines in translucent rivers that flow down her thighs. Without haste, she opens her eyes, her transgressive hand leaves the interior of that humid sex and Emilia, curious by nature, takes her smelly and wet fingers to her mouth, tasting one and then two like a newly discovered sweet treat.
Totally absorbed in her enjoyment, Emilia slowly turns with her gaze tracing the twilight until her eyes stop at the hidden corner where I'm hiding and, although I know it's impossible for me to see her in that darkness, the girl with perfect skin smiles with the malice of a seasoned slut...and without thinking twice, Emilia ventures into the shadows, walking naked towards me, with her perfect breasts topped with pink nipples, with her orgasm flooding those locks covering the entrance to her sex and with the seductive rhythm of an angel just converted into a demon.
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