They knew each other like people know each other these days, in an unusual, virtual way, with interruptions, but with some kind of continuity.
They would greet each other in the morning with a wink on WhatsApp, they would miss each other, worry about the silences, but always, when they managed to connect, something happened between them. Something real, tangible, certain. Something that went through their bodies, those bodies that knew each other by detail from the photos they were sending.
When they looked into each other's eyes for the first time, they recognized themselves. They kissed warmly with a kiss on the corner of their lips, which lingered for a few seconds to convey all the accumulated desire, all the longings they had gathered during that entire time.
He had taken care of reserving a table at the central hotel in Buenos Aires, and they ordered a plate of the day's catch and a Salta wine, cold and sweet, that enveloped the whole moment very quickly.
She was radiant. A dress barely above the knees, her shoulders uncovered, not showing her neckline but leaving to imagination its generous outline.
He was sober. A dark suit, white shirt without a tie.
They chatted to loosen up a bit, but didn't manage it. They were burning, but knew they had the whole afternoon for themselves, and that's why they didn't rush.
Maybe delaying everything until exasperation is the key to the most intense pleasure.
They were given permission to talk about life, that one that was left beyond the door of the hotel's restaurant.
They finished the plate and wine. He asked if she wanted dessert or coffee, and she told him in that unmistakable language of gazes that maybe later. And she got up heading to the bathroom, sashaying, showing off the movement of that ass he had longed for so much, and which he had already loved in solitude.
He barely turned her gaze, confirmed that he had his mouth open, looking at her, and smiled inviting him, and he didn't need to be asked, approaching the hallway leading to the bathrooms. There was no one in the place and he pinned her against the wall, kissing her mouth, that mouth which she had desired so many times. His tongue had no hesitation in deeply invading her throat, and his bold hand searched beneath the petticoats, discovering what made him go crazy. There was no underwear under the colorful dress.
The deep kiss lingered for eternal minutes. The tongue was an erect penis and the mouth a hungry vagina. They were going at it with their mouths.
It was barely the beginning.
And everything got linked up like in the intimate dreams they had built in recent times.
A soft music enveloped them, and they hugged and started dancing rhythmically. Her hand on the waist, left lifting her dress slightly, revealing to the restaurant staff that round, magnificent ass, making everyone hallucinate, but they didn't see anyone. They felt alone. Only.
What's the point of saying that the time it took them to climb the six floors by elevator felt like an eternity?
She caressed her package above her pants. He plunged his finger into the wet pussy and pulled out the first deep moan.
They opened the door of the room and barely had time to close the door.
He sat her down at the desk and lifted up her skirt and without giving her any breaths or hurrying too much, he sat down in the chair in front of her.
He plunged his head between her open legs. She let herself be done.
Her tongue was tracing her completely. Her two hands were caressing the thighs of her legs, and she felt that with each stroke of her tongue on the clitoris, the moans of pleasure were flooding the room.
They could express themselves without fear of being heard. They had enough time and discretion to enjoy themselves without restraint.
With the tip of her tongue, she made circles over his clitoris, which was swollen... and with one finger, she rubbed the vaginal lips without penetrating him. She knew she was on the right path because his body tensed up and responded to each of the stimuli.
She filled her mouth with tasty juices and with her hands on her buttocks, she pinned her closer to her mouth. She felt the first orgasm on her lips as it traversed the body of her long-desired woman.
He barely let his breathing return to normal and told him to stand up.
She was unbuttoning his shirt, and he, in a single movement, left it bare, pulling off the dress over his head and letting it fall to the floor.
She supported him on the bed and opened his legs, not without having dropped his pants to the place where they should have been a while ago, accompanying the lady's dress.
She felt like the cock was about to explode when it started rubbing her against the clitoris, still hungry for caresses and with just one movement it penetrated her deeply, standing up and received as a response a deep groan.
But he came out of his interior showing him all the splendor of his erection.
The red head, swollen veins, and he penetrated her again, with a pelvic thrust and a new groan.
When she wanted to leave his inside, she held him with her two hands, grabbing his booty so that he could take her savagely, as they had promised in their talks.
In reality they were just minutes, maybe ten, but for them, eternity.
Each movement of one was accompanied by the other, a perfect union that made them rave with pleasure and say incoherent, unintelligible things.
She murmured something like a 'don't stop please' and pumped like an animal, pounding her interior with her member, and her exterior with eggs.
So then she was pierced by a new and more tasty orgasm. Her body tensed up. Her eyes turned white, and her gasps made her belly hard. An explosion of moans and juices that soaked the sheets demonstrated the end of that moment.
But they wanted more.
Without anyone telling him anything, he got down on all fours, offering his ass, and although he wanted to fill her with cum, he didn't hesitate to suck her ass. To prolong it and to lubricate that precious treasure.
To each kiss, a groan. To each rub, electricity in the bodies, and she didn't deprive herself of caressing her pussy while he kept, methodically, tongue-piercing her ass.
He supported the red head of his member on the butt and waited for it to be her who would get stuck. She pushed and let herself be penetrated. He exhaled a sigh and a new groan of pleasure, rough, of satisfaction at feeling full.
He was still jacking off while he gave it to him hard in the ass, and a new orgasm invaded his body.He was the third, but there was still time for one more.
You're a stud he said, and he knew it wasn't because he had an athletic figure or worked muscles, but because he was holding back the end, because he had a hard, purple cock. He was flying with pleasure, but still controlled his end.
He turned around, grabbed him by the arms and threw him onto the bed. She climbed on top of him, and for the first time, she grasped his cock with her hand and thrust it into her pussy. She started riding him, whispering that she wanted his cum, that she wanted him now, that she wanted him inside.
He let himself be taken. He felt a electric current running from his neck to his waist, directly to his testicles. And he felt his orgasm was inevitable.
Filled his interior with cum as requested; and she accompanied each gasp with an exact movement of her hips.
Exited from her interior and with a quick movement she turned around and pressed her pussy against his face, saying she was going to clean him well so nothing would be left, that she would suck him, that she wanted one last orgasm.
He took the last drop of semen directly from the cock. And without delay, he mounted it in his mouth, savagely, making him feel his own cum, making him eat from the best plate, rubbing against his lips, his emerging beard, his tongue.
When the fourth and definitive orgasm traversed her body, she fell exhausted, clinging to his legs.
Just after recovering, they laughed out loud, lamenting the time that had passed without deciding to get to know each other, due to the fever they had joined, and due to the face of the waiter at the restaurant who, no doubt, was thinking about her bare buttocks when she danced.
They would greet each other in the morning with a wink on WhatsApp, they would miss each other, worry about the silences, but always, when they managed to connect, something happened between them. Something real, tangible, certain. Something that went through their bodies, those bodies that knew each other by detail from the photos they were sending.
When they looked into each other's eyes for the first time, they recognized themselves. They kissed warmly with a kiss on the corner of their lips, which lingered for a few seconds to convey all the accumulated desire, all the longings they had gathered during that entire time.
He had taken care of reserving a table at the central hotel in Buenos Aires, and they ordered a plate of the day's catch and a Salta wine, cold and sweet, that enveloped the whole moment very quickly.
She was radiant. A dress barely above the knees, her shoulders uncovered, not showing her neckline but leaving to imagination its generous outline.
He was sober. A dark suit, white shirt without a tie.
They chatted to loosen up a bit, but didn't manage it. They were burning, but knew they had the whole afternoon for themselves, and that's why they didn't rush.
Maybe delaying everything until exasperation is the key to the most intense pleasure.
They were given permission to talk about life, that one that was left beyond the door of the hotel's restaurant.
They finished the plate and wine. He asked if she wanted dessert or coffee, and she told him in that unmistakable language of gazes that maybe later. And she got up heading to the bathroom, sashaying, showing off the movement of that ass he had longed for so much, and which he had already loved in solitude.
He barely turned her gaze, confirmed that he had his mouth open, looking at her, and smiled inviting him, and he didn't need to be asked, approaching the hallway leading to the bathrooms. There was no one in the place and he pinned her against the wall, kissing her mouth, that mouth which she had desired so many times. His tongue had no hesitation in deeply invading her throat, and his bold hand searched beneath the petticoats, discovering what made him go crazy. There was no underwear under the colorful dress.
The deep kiss lingered for eternal minutes. The tongue was an erect penis and the mouth a hungry vagina. They were going at it with their mouths.
It was barely the beginning.
And everything got linked up like in the intimate dreams they had built in recent times.
A soft music enveloped them, and they hugged and started dancing rhythmically. Her hand on the waist, left lifting her dress slightly, revealing to the restaurant staff that round, magnificent ass, making everyone hallucinate, but they didn't see anyone. They felt alone. Only.
What's the point of saying that the time it took them to climb the six floors by elevator felt like an eternity?
She caressed her package above her pants. He plunged his finger into the wet pussy and pulled out the first deep moan.
They opened the door of the room and barely had time to close the door.
He sat her down at the desk and lifted up her skirt and without giving her any breaths or hurrying too much, he sat down in the chair in front of her.
He plunged his head between her open legs. She let herself be done.
Her tongue was tracing her completely. Her two hands were caressing the thighs of her legs, and she felt that with each stroke of her tongue on the clitoris, the moans of pleasure were flooding the room.
They could express themselves without fear of being heard. They had enough time and discretion to enjoy themselves without restraint.
With the tip of her tongue, she made circles over his clitoris, which was swollen... and with one finger, she rubbed the vaginal lips without penetrating him. She knew she was on the right path because his body tensed up and responded to each of the stimuli.
She filled her mouth with tasty juices and with her hands on her buttocks, she pinned her closer to her mouth. She felt the first orgasm on her lips as it traversed the body of her long-desired woman.
He barely let his breathing return to normal and told him to stand up.
She was unbuttoning his shirt, and he, in a single movement, left it bare, pulling off the dress over his head and letting it fall to the floor.
She supported him on the bed and opened his legs, not without having dropped his pants to the place where they should have been a while ago, accompanying the lady's dress.
She felt like the cock was about to explode when it started rubbing her against the clitoris, still hungry for caresses and with just one movement it penetrated her deeply, standing up and received as a response a deep groan.
But he came out of his interior showing him all the splendor of his erection.
The red head, swollen veins, and he penetrated her again, with a pelvic thrust and a new groan.
When she wanted to leave his inside, she held him with her two hands, grabbing his booty so that he could take her savagely, as they had promised in their talks.
In reality they were just minutes, maybe ten, but for them, eternity.
Each movement of one was accompanied by the other, a perfect union that made them rave with pleasure and say incoherent, unintelligible things.
She murmured something like a 'don't stop please' and pumped like an animal, pounding her interior with her member, and her exterior with eggs.
So then she was pierced by a new and more tasty orgasm. Her body tensed up. Her eyes turned white, and her gasps made her belly hard. An explosion of moans and juices that soaked the sheets demonstrated the end of that moment.
But they wanted more.
Without anyone telling him anything, he got down on all fours, offering his ass, and although he wanted to fill her with cum, he didn't hesitate to suck her ass. To prolong it and to lubricate that precious treasure.
To each kiss, a groan. To each rub, electricity in the bodies, and she didn't deprive herself of caressing her pussy while he kept, methodically, tongue-piercing her ass.
He supported the red head of his member on the butt and waited for it to be her who would get stuck. She pushed and let herself be penetrated. He exhaled a sigh and a new groan of pleasure, rough, of satisfaction at feeling full.
He was still jacking off while he gave it to him hard in the ass, and a new orgasm invaded his body.He was the third, but there was still time for one more.
You're a stud he said, and he knew it wasn't because he had an athletic figure or worked muscles, but because he was holding back the end, because he had a hard, purple cock. He was flying with pleasure, but still controlled his end.
He turned around, grabbed him by the arms and threw him onto the bed. She climbed on top of him, and for the first time, she grasped his cock with her hand and thrust it into her pussy. She started riding him, whispering that she wanted his cum, that she wanted him now, that she wanted him inside.
He let himself be taken. He felt a electric current running from his neck to his waist, directly to his testicles. And he felt his orgasm was inevitable.
Filled his interior with cum as requested; and she accompanied each gasp with an exact movement of her hips.
Exited from her interior and with a quick movement she turned around and pressed her pussy against his face, saying she was going to clean him well so nothing would be left, that she would suck him, that she wanted one last orgasm.
He took the last drop of semen directly from the cock. And without delay, he mounted it in his mouth, savagely, making him feel his own cum, making him eat from the best plate, rubbing against his lips, his emerging beard, his tongue.
When the fourth and definitive orgasm traversed her body, she fell exhausted, clinging to his legs.
Just after recovering, they laughed out loud, lamenting the time that had passed without deciding to get to know each other, due to the fever they had joined, and due to the face of the waiter at the restaurant who, no doubt, was thinking about her bare buttocks when she danced.
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