My long night with Paula I

Paula had very clear how to take advantage of my fantasy. She knew that when it's my time, my Booty transforms into the center of the universe. She knew that opening my Booty would reach my soul. She also knew that to reach the poetry of feeling, she had to start by opening the door with explicit games, with forbidden routes, and various perversions that would later turn into subtle but powerful pleasures.

First, the welcome. When I entered her apartment, she was waiting for me with a mini lycra that left a black thong visible. Above a sober shirt. Her body looked more spectacular than in her web photos.

I didn't even make it past the door when she kissed me on the mouth, calming me down. She invited me to drink champagne and we started talking. She diverted the conversation to anal sex. Yes, began, insisting on talking about booties. About the sensations of opening your legs and letting air run through your crack, about the pleasures of feeling a hole that warms up and expands.

And she noticed I was getting hot. Then she came closer, took my arm, and stopped me. She put on some quiet music and approached to dance, but immediately her hands ran along my back to grab my Booty: Do you like it, baby? Let go, she said and undressed me. She asked me to get naked while looking at the wall with my arms on it. And then she ordered me to open my legs. Her hands separated my buttocks and her tongue started leaving bubbles of saliva. I was flooded with soft and warm liquid.

Now you're going to be my slut, she said as she took off her thong. She passed it over my face for me to smell the hot and humid thong, then put it on me. The best part was when the thong slid smoothly into my crack, displacing the saliva, tight against my desire. I felt like the thong was pushing that saliva that began to penetrate me. Then her index finger ran along it, soft and soaked in her juices, and she asked me to show her how I moaned. Do you like it? Of course you do, because you're my slut, she warmed up as she started feeling her member. hard and hot to rosar my little hole that she began to enlarge... but it was only a second and with that she reached. Let's go slow so we open up that little hole well, she said as she took me by the hands, made me spin around towards the bed, and grasped both palms of my buttocks. I opened my legs, she asked again. I felt the thong penetrating me with its juices again. Get down on all fours, she ordered. And so she led me to the bed. Stay face down, you're going to like it, she said as she arranged thousands of pillows under my stomach. She left my Booty high and open, covered only by the thong. She ran her tongue along the edge of my little hole, now with surgical precision, discovering every corner of the entrance to my little hole. Changing rhythm, course, playing, discovering. Do you like this? she would say every so often, while changing the game of her tongue in my Booty, which was heating up and opening...