Well, I have to say that I'm not devout. I'll make this clear so there's no confusion, even though I'm in this place of prayer and fulfill my tasks diligently, it's not because of blind faith or a moral commitment. You want to know why I'm here, so let me tell you.
I always knew I was different, I confirmed it after seeing Susana, my dear friend from school, change for gym class in our schoolgirls' locker room, there was something about the way her arms held the tension of the fabric against her brunette skin before she cinched up that drove me crazy. And I liked tracing her ribs with my fingers when we stayed home to pass the time, she would let herself be caressed gently as long as I didn't cross the line of her skirt, but from there everything was possible.
One especially cold October evening, she spent the night and as usual I was caressing her forms when I noticed her nipples hardened, maybe due to the cold, although I like to think my caresses had made a dent in her shell. When she finally let me cross the border.
She was a brunette girl with a slender nose and lively eyes, dark skin and thin lips that could mesmerize my sleep with her mischievous smile. We were both sitting on the floor of my room when she passed, naked from the waist up, her small breasts hung graciously over my fingers as I caressed them gently, pressing her nipples softly. She moaned with soft sighs that almost whistled as they escaped her lips, I was sitting behind her with my legs open, encircling her hips as Susana slowly reclined against my chest while my fingers slid smoothly down her belly.
--Don't touch there, don't-- Susana sighed when she felt my fingers tracing the edges of her thighs, rising her skirt slowly. --Come on, Susy will feel good, I promise-- I said almost purring in her ear. --How do you know?-- she asked, pressing her back to my chest.. —I do it when I'm alone— I assured, biting my lips in anticipation —But no... does it feel good?— she asked, falling more and more into the soft strokes that caressed her thin thighs. —Yes. I can teach you that Susy is very yummy. Just open your legs— continued massaging her thighs as they opened little by little at my whim. —Like this?— murmured, opening her legs timidly, while I slid my fingers up the warm interior of her soft thighs —A little more, Susy, just a little bit— I breathed agitated against her neck as the curtain of her skirt revealed the inverted triangle of her white panties between her thighs. Without fear, I moved the pale fabric to one side, revealing plump and shiny lips that exuded pleasure in a crystal-clear tear that fell lazily out of sight. —God, Susy, you're so beautiful— Do you think?— she asked, trembling between my hands like a bird in its nest. —Yes, you are very beautiful, Susy— I assured, bordering with my fingertips the burning entrance of her volcano. —God, Ady, how you tremble— ronroned, biting her neck in a soft kiss that made her palpitate —It's because of your fault, look what you're doing to me— excused, pushing her breast against my fingers as her hip convulsed softly against the palms of my other hand. When my index finger finally entered her folds, I heard her heart trembling just a few millimeters from my chest, resonating in a cardiac rhythm that made me shudder while feeling the softness of her sex and the warmth of her interior. —Ady, God, it feels so tasty— I panted, falling onto my chest, defeated in silence, panting, and hungry for more pleasure, opening her low lips for my fingers to explore her most forbidden corners I remember the yellow stains on the edge of her panties and the acidic smell that my fingers emitted when I brought them to my mouth, surprising Susana. Although I don't remember how it ended up sitting on the edge of my bed. Nor do I know I convinced her to let me go that far, I only know that my lips were stuck to hers and her tongue was piercing the resistance of her vagina when I heard it. —Adela!— my mother shouts from the door, freezing Susana's body in mine, making my palate palpable that her blood had returned to her head.
I always knew I was different, I confirmed it after seeing Susana, my dear friend from school, change for gym class in our schoolgirls' locker room, there was something about the way her arms held the tension of the fabric against her brunette skin before she cinched up that drove me crazy. And I liked tracing her ribs with my fingers when we stayed home to pass the time, she would let herself be caressed gently as long as I didn't cross the line of her skirt, but from there everything was possible.
One especially cold October evening, she spent the night and as usual I was caressing her forms when I noticed her nipples hardened, maybe due to the cold, although I like to think my caresses had made a dent in her shell. When she finally let me cross the border.
She was a brunette girl with a slender nose and lively eyes, dark skin and thin lips that could mesmerize my sleep with her mischievous smile. We were both sitting on the floor of my room when she passed, naked from the waist up, her small breasts hung graciously over my fingers as I caressed them gently, pressing her nipples softly. She moaned with soft sighs that almost whistled as they escaped her lips, I was sitting behind her with my legs open, encircling her hips as Susana slowly reclined against my chest while my fingers slid smoothly down her belly.
--Don't touch there, don't-- Susana sighed when she felt my fingers tracing the edges of her thighs, rising her skirt slowly. --Come on, Susy will feel good, I promise-- I said almost purring in her ear. --How do you know?-- she asked, pressing her back to my chest.. —I do it when I'm alone— I assured, biting my lips in anticipation —But no... does it feel good?— she asked, falling more and more into the soft strokes that caressed her thin thighs. —Yes. I can teach you that Susy is very yummy. Just open your legs— continued massaging her thighs as they opened little by little at my whim. —Like this?— murmured, opening her legs timidly, while I slid my fingers up the warm interior of her soft thighs —A little more, Susy, just a little bit— I breathed agitated against her neck as the curtain of her skirt revealed the inverted triangle of her white panties between her thighs. Without fear, I moved the pale fabric to one side, revealing plump and shiny lips that exuded pleasure in a crystal-clear tear that fell lazily out of sight. —God, Susy, you're so beautiful— Do you think?— she asked, trembling between my hands like a bird in its nest. —Yes, you are very beautiful, Susy— I assured, bordering with my fingertips the burning entrance of her volcano. —God, Ady, how you tremble— ronroned, biting her neck in a soft kiss that made her palpitate —It's because of your fault, look what you're doing to me— excused, pushing her breast against my fingers as her hip convulsed softly against the palms of my other hand. When my index finger finally entered her folds, I heard her heart trembling just a few millimeters from my chest, resonating in a cardiac rhythm that made me shudder while feeling the softness of her sex and the warmth of her interior. —Ady, God, it feels so tasty— I panted, falling onto my chest, defeated in silence, panting, and hungry for more pleasure, opening her low lips for my fingers to explore her most forbidden corners I remember the yellow stains on the edge of her panties and the acidic smell that my fingers emitted when I brought them to my mouth, surprising Susana. Although I don't remember how it ended up sitting on the edge of my bed. Nor do I know I convinced her to let me go that far, I only know that my lips were stuck to hers and her tongue was piercing the resistance of her vagina when I heard it. —Adela!— my mother shouts from the door, freezing Susana's body in mine, making my palate palpable that her blood had returned to her head.
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