One doesn't always have what one wants.
Even when the other one would want it too.
They woke up both of them, each in their own house, each with their own obstacles, but with something in common: the desire.
She, the one who likes being caressed, kissed, stroked and penetrated...
He, with renewed desires to possess her, with his hands, with his mouth and with all his body.
And both with their own impossibilities, burning with desires, to have the freedom to use a key, enter her room with a complete breakfast, get into the huge bed, and let the coffee with cream cool off untouched, after a fierce encounter.
But the distance, promises and desire, lead to an animated chat on WhatsApp, and a written dialogue, virtual that starts to provoke real things in the body, known by both in intimacy.
He knows she's guiding him, but in his account, he starts to imagine a scene. He'll never know very well if what causes his erection is the image that came into his head to play the game and transmit it, or if, on the contrary, it's knowing what's happening from the other side.
In any case, both are images that one imagines.
She lets herself be carried away by the words, feels it very close, until the warmth of her body. Or maybe it's just her hands that run over her that cause these sensations.
A dialogue between two who trust each other, who like each other, who know each other, who respect each other, and despite having caressed each other with their entire body, still treat each other graciously with the formal 'you'
There's nothing more delicious than a breakfast in bed
I only think about serving him breakfast
It sounds interesting
There's nothing more interesting than drinking from his juices
I'm all hers
Imagine me for a moment behind you, whispering, asking you to wet my fingers with your saliva
I beg you not to stop
And I won't do it, because he's turning me on fire, and when I feel my fingers are properly moistened, I'll rub his chest, and I'll know I'm on the right path not only for that moan that comes from the center of his belly, but also for the immediate reaction of the nipple, which hardens and begs for more...
-So?
She sent him a photograph of her erect breast... waking up to pleasure with two secret intentions: one was to let him know he was on the right track and that she was an obedient and docile lady, and the other was to make him die from desire.
He was already dead of desire before, but that led him to show his thousand intentions, his tremendous desires, his hundreds of memories in the same bed. Her silence didn't intimidate him. Instead, he knew he was being effective.
My fingers will return to her mouth to receive her warm saliva, and barely touch her clitoris. Her affirmations confirm that I'm going about it the right way, without haste but without pause, and so I'll rub over him, making circles, following the rhythm of his hips that don't stop pounding on my hand, and when I feel everything is wet, no longer from my fingers but from the body's own lubrication, I'll stop and bury my head between her legs, finally serving myself the breakfast I came for.
-siiiiii!
I feel like her body is vibrating, it tenses up at every caress of my tongue on the clitoris, and she's about to come, but the lady doesn't want everything to end here, she throws me down, leaves me face up, and gets on top, grabbing my wrists, letting all the weight of her body fall onto my cock, to start a slow and rhythmic ride that covers every inch of her being.
I'm trembling...
-And now, the lady is slowly rubbing her nipples against me, offering them for my mouth to savor the pebbles that have turned into her nipples, and I caress them with my tongue. The room is silent, but I see in her eyes the desire for me not to stop, there's agitation in her breathing, without any sound, but I see her rounded mouth, swollen lips, all the body signals telling me it's time to take her by the wrists, imprisoning them with my hands, and pressing my body against hers, barely rubbing against her clitoris with the tip of my cock, letting myself slide inside her, penetrating her deeply, and looking at her eyes, pulling out completely, tearing a deep groan from the depths of her body.
-Ah... I'm done
He stopped writing... he was caressing himself on his pants. His erect member, eager to really penetrate his distant lover. The WhatsApp indicated that she was recording a message from you, and he didn't want to interrupt her.
It had barely passed a minute, and he heard what he was waiting for. The sweet orgasm of his beloved, provoked by his fingers but also by his words. The fleeting orgasm trapped on the recorder, the dream of that guy who wanted to have in his retinas and ears the perfect sound of that woman enjoying herself.
He told him, he confessed it to him. He told him that there was nothing that made him feel more than her round and swollen mouth of pleasure, her guttural sounds being invaded by his orgasm, and of course, knowing that he was the one causing them. He also confessed that he was trembling and wouldn't be able to resist temptation. He started touching thinking about her mouth, which squeezed all his cock with her lips and caressed the tip with her tongue, and he came in his hands.
Even when the other one would want it too.
They woke up both of them, each in their own house, each with their own obstacles, but with something in common: the desire.
She, the one who likes being caressed, kissed, stroked and penetrated...
He, with renewed desires to possess her, with his hands, with his mouth and with all his body.
And both with their own impossibilities, burning with desires, to have the freedom to use a key, enter her room with a complete breakfast, get into the huge bed, and let the coffee with cream cool off untouched, after a fierce encounter.
But the distance, promises and desire, lead to an animated chat on WhatsApp, and a written dialogue, virtual that starts to provoke real things in the body, known by both in intimacy.
He knows she's guiding him, but in his account, he starts to imagine a scene. He'll never know very well if what causes his erection is the image that came into his head to play the game and transmit it, or if, on the contrary, it's knowing what's happening from the other side.
In any case, both are images that one imagines.
She lets herself be carried away by the words, feels it very close, until the warmth of her body. Or maybe it's just her hands that run over her that cause these sensations.
A dialogue between two who trust each other, who like each other, who know each other, who respect each other, and despite having caressed each other with their entire body, still treat each other graciously with the formal 'you'
There's nothing more delicious than a breakfast in bed
I only think about serving him breakfast
It sounds interesting
There's nothing more interesting than drinking from his juices
I'm all hers
Imagine me for a moment behind you, whispering, asking you to wet my fingers with your saliva
I beg you not to stop
And I won't do it, because he's turning me on fire, and when I feel my fingers are properly moistened, I'll rub his chest, and I'll know I'm on the right path not only for that moan that comes from the center of his belly, but also for the immediate reaction of the nipple, which hardens and begs for more...
-So?
She sent him a photograph of her erect breast... waking up to pleasure with two secret intentions: one was to let him know he was on the right track and that she was an obedient and docile lady, and the other was to make him die from desire.
He was already dead of desire before, but that led him to show his thousand intentions, his tremendous desires, his hundreds of memories in the same bed. Her silence didn't intimidate him. Instead, he knew he was being effective.
My fingers will return to her mouth to receive her warm saliva, and barely touch her clitoris. Her affirmations confirm that I'm going about it the right way, without haste but without pause, and so I'll rub over him, making circles, following the rhythm of his hips that don't stop pounding on my hand, and when I feel everything is wet, no longer from my fingers but from the body's own lubrication, I'll stop and bury my head between her legs, finally serving myself the breakfast I came for.
-siiiiii!
I feel like her body is vibrating, it tenses up at every caress of my tongue on the clitoris, and she's about to come, but the lady doesn't want everything to end here, she throws me down, leaves me face up, and gets on top, grabbing my wrists, letting all the weight of her body fall onto my cock, to start a slow and rhythmic ride that covers every inch of her being.
I'm trembling...
-And now, the lady is slowly rubbing her nipples against me, offering them for my mouth to savor the pebbles that have turned into her nipples, and I caress them with my tongue. The room is silent, but I see in her eyes the desire for me not to stop, there's agitation in her breathing, without any sound, but I see her rounded mouth, swollen lips, all the body signals telling me it's time to take her by the wrists, imprisoning them with my hands, and pressing my body against hers, barely rubbing against her clitoris with the tip of my cock, letting myself slide inside her, penetrating her deeply, and looking at her eyes, pulling out completely, tearing a deep groan from the depths of her body.
-Ah... I'm done
He stopped writing... he was caressing himself on his pants. His erect member, eager to really penetrate his distant lover. The WhatsApp indicated that she was recording a message from you, and he didn't want to interrupt her.
It had barely passed a minute, and he heard what he was waiting for. The sweet orgasm of his beloved, provoked by his fingers but also by his words. The fleeting orgasm trapped on the recorder, the dream of that guy who wanted to have in his retinas and ears the perfect sound of that woman enjoying herself.
He told him, he confessed it to him. He told him that there was nothing that made him feel more than her round and swollen mouth of pleasure, her guttural sounds being invaded by his orgasm, and of course, knowing that he was the one causing them. He also confessed that he was trembling and wouldn't be able to resist temptation. He started touching thinking about her mouth, which squeezed all his cock with her lips and caressed the tip with her tongue, and he came in his hands.
2 comentários - Cosas sorprendentes que pasan en el WhatsApp
este año se viene con todo!
Me da mucho placer saber que a usted le gusta y lo comparte con @Penelope2020...
Que tengan un lindo año, lleno de pajas, orgasmos y penetraciones!