Sexo lésbico con la chica delivery

Watching her sleep is a vision of the very paradise itself. Supple long, golden wheat color. Her brunette back, shining like an oasis. And sighs. Her beautiful legs, which seem to measure kilometers. A special incandescent aura emanates from her figure, converting the room into a totally lit cubicle. She breathes calmly, serenely. I wish to freeze time in this moment forever, but the fireworks that mesmerized me for hours earlier return as small tremors. I try to keep quiet, not wanting to disturb her peace, which is also my peace.

But I can't focus on my thoughts in that magical present. My heart starts racing. My head begins to show me images I don't want to erase. And this time, everything happens again in my mind.

It was 11 pm and I had just finished watching the fourth movie of the day. Lately, Sundays don't exist for anyone, not even for me. For a moment, I tried to remember the three previous movies, but couldn't. This happens all the time, and every time more, forgetting such simple things. I abandoned those thoughts when I realized my hunger. I didn't even think about cooking; instead, I took out my phone and ordered a pizza. I needed something solid before it was too late.

Twenty-five minutes later, the doorbell rang. A warm voice said from the other side: Delivery. I asked them to come up, and they did. A few minutes later, a soft knock at the door announced their arrival. I opened it, received the pizza, gave them a tip, and we parted ways.

Minutes later, the door knocked again. I looked through the peephole and there was the delivery guy again. I opened it, and the first thing I noticed were her eyes full of tears.

Are you okay? I asked.

Obviously not, so I immediately felt how stupid my question was.

Can I use the bathroom, please? she whispered almost inaudibly.

Yes, of course, I replied, pointing to... path.

In the bathroom, her tears became loud. She cried and complained in a low voice for five minutes. I approached the door, knocked softly, and asked if she was okay. In response, she opened the door, trying to hide her pain while forcing a smile.

I'll be fine. Thanks, she said, hugging me tightly.

I invited her to follow me to the kitchen and offered her a glass of water, which she accepted with pleasure. She drank the entire liquid at once, as if she had just arrived from a long desert trek. We stood there for several minutes without speaking, generating great discomfort between us. Then, suddenly, she began to smile with a warm, barely perceptible smile that gave her green eyes a special glow. The smile quickly turned into a loud laugh, which I didn't hesitate to imitate. After several minutes of nothing making sense, we calmed down.

Thanks. And sorry. I don't usually behave this way when I work. I'm Sofi.

No problem, although the whole situation seems strange to me. I'm Martina.

We stayed silent for a while.

Do you want me to tell you something? Maybe you'll feel better...

I think not. I'm already fine. Thanks.

Only then did I notice how beautiful she was. Her long, curly hair reached her waist and I loved it. Something happened inside of me that made me behave like a lunatic. I approached her until we were almost touching, looked at her intensely, and wrapped my arms around her waist, caressing her softly. Her gaze expressed great surprise and something of distrust. I don't know why, but I kissed her. And she responded to the kiss. Her hands imitated mine, sliding without a clear sense along my back. There was no longer any distance between us. It was her mouth that left mine to run along my neck and down my cleavage. My hands were the ones that abandoned her silhouette to remove my blouse, freeing my breasts. Her mouth continued to descend, for later go from one tit to the other, sucking, biting. Her small hands couldn't contain my tits, but they didn't repress the squeezing and pinching. Totally turned on, I took a few seconds to undress her. First the jacket, then the sweater and finally the undershirt. Her tits were beautiful, almost the same size and shape as mine, but totally natural. I enjoyed them for several minutes while her hands entertained my ass. She lowered my pants a bit and put one of her hands under my thong, entertaining herself with my pussy every time it got wetter. I backed up a few steps and finished undressing and undressing her. I went back to kissing her, then took her hand and led her to the living room. I pushed her onto the sofa, knelt down and opened her legs. Without losing a second, I submerged myself in that small, delicate, and soft pussy. The first orgasm arrived immediately. The taste of her juices was intense and delicious. While I was enjoying them, she took my arm and pulled me towards her. I sat on her lap, putting my tits in her face. She knew exactly what to do. She sucked them without any delicacy, which fascinated me. When it started to hurt a bit, I sat down beside her. She pushed me, making me lie down, and positioned her face between my legs. She gave me the best pussy-sucking of my life. It was so much pleasure that she gave me that I let out two orgasms at the same time after ten minutes. She lay on top of me and we kissed again, while one of us caressed the other's pussy. We stayed like that for a while until a beautiful idea crossed my mind. I took her by the hand to my bedroom without stopping to kiss in the way. I separated from her for a moment and went to the closet. From one of the drawers, I took out the harness I had bought months ago and still hadn't had the chance to try on. I assembled it several times, put it on and fantasized about using it someday. Finally, that day had arrived. Her eyes lit up beautifully and her perverse smile devastated me. I barely had time to get ready for it. She, without being asked, settled at the edge of the bed, resting her knees on the mattress and exposing her beautiful pussy to me. I approached and knelt down to give her another blow job to her beautiful pussy. It was totally soaked.

Dale Martina, culiame, she said between laughs.

I settled behind her and started supporting my 18x6 silicone dildo. I went from her pussy to her pussy when another fantasy crossed my mind. I took her by the hair and made her get down on her knees.

Chupame la cock, slut, I said seriously.

She smiled and began to kiss my cock with grand elegance. She covered it from end to end, giving me short and noisy kisses. Then she did the same thing, but with her tongue. Despite not physically feeling anything, the situation excited me too much. Slowly started to suck my cock with great skill. It was beautiful to see her from my position. She took me all the way in her mouth, so I took her by the hair and helped her get to the bottom. I went crazy watching her choke on my cock. The desire to come was stronger, so I made her go back to the initial position. I didn't feel like playing anymore, so I put my whole tongue in her pussy once. Her shudder was instantaneous. It took us a little while to coordinate our rhythm and movements, but when we did it was incredible. I always fantasize about having a cock. And although physically it would have been a different sensation, I felt full and powerful. And I loved making her feel pleasure.

After a while of doing it like that, I lay back on the bed and invited her to sit on my cock. Seeing her ride me was beautiful. She went up and down and her tits moved all around - an image I'm sure I'll never forget. Sometimes she'd come towards my mouth and... We were kissing fiercely. Then she would sit back down and ride me with more intensity. At the precise moment I let out a powerful orgasm, she collapsed on top of me. Agitated and sweaty, we fell asleep embracing each other.

Seeing her sleep is a vision of pure paradise.
I only know her name. Why was she crying last night? Where will she go when she wakes up? Will we ever see each other again? Questions that move me, but I don't know if I'm ready to know the answers. That's why I'll stay quiet, making no noise. When she wakes up, the universe will decide how this story continues.