The most fascinating thing when I'm on top of her is that she looks at me. Fixedly, with her eyes wide open, as if filming. On that occasion, she who is so modest doesn't feel shame, wants to see. She doesn't make a sound, doesn't beg, doesn't repress. She receives and looks. And moans. With her mouth open, with all her lungs. Each thrust, a new moan.And I? I'm flying with pleasure, because it's only fair to say: my cock feels like a glove on its body. Every millimeter of my skin is rubbed by his word: hot, wet, lubricated pussy. And that's why I like doing it slowly. Because I enjoy how the entire outline of my cock penetrates soft flesh, and is wrapped in voluptuousness.Her moans intensify with every movement of mine. And I decide to completely exit her body.
The gaze turns into something else. It's not filming anymore. It's scolding. She pins me with her eyes and makes a face at me with her mouth, and I ignore her.I support my throbbing member on her clitoris and rub it. And I hold back, because I'm dying to penetrate her, and move like a son of a slut, and empty myself inside her. But I hold back and achieve my goal, when she says with a coarse, guttural voice, 'Take me, son of a slut,' and I still make her beg a little more, and just as I put the tip of my glans in her opening, it's her who with a single movement of her pelvis drives herself into it.I stay quiet and that gaze of desire, pleasure, wanting to keep everything in memory, and I move a little and come out of her interior again, to achieve the second objective. Of course, I do, because with my palm open, it gives me a blow job. I simulate obeying her and she sucks me off completely, because I know that in that movement is the key to a new moan of pleasure. I make circles with my hips, rubbing against her interior places that weren't before. And I do it for the third time. I come out from inside her, and grab her with my hand. She feels lubricated, palpitating. She's beautiful and we discover each other looking at my cock. And very quickly I achieve the third objective that isn't the last. It's not a blow job anymore, she closes her fist and hits me on my side. It's a slap, and it has nothing to do with being affectionate. Give me your cock, you son of a slut, and she clings to my ass and, even though she's under mine, she clings and moves possessed. She's getting me off, and I'm holding the rhythm. Her screams must be heard throughout the floor, but we're in a unique place where nothing matters. The fourth objective is closer, and that which isn't a strategist, but it fascinates me that the stages are fulfilled like this. The last moan is intense, and after that, silence. I push my body against her, penetrating her to the bottom, and her spasms start to burst in her pelvis, belly, mouth. Involuntary convulsions, accompanied by moans of relief, pleasure. She hugs me and whispers what I expect, very sweetly, without the desperation of a few minutes ago. Fuck me, she says, and I lift her legs and support my cock, which throbs, in her ass, and she slides under me, letting herself be taken by my flesh, and I know I have to stay quiet until everything is inside her, and starts marking the rhythm, and I start feeling the pressure of her sphincter, while she keeps looking at me fixedly, and masturbating firmly, seeking her second orgasm, and that she'll reward my cum in her Booty.
The gaze turns into something else. It's not filming anymore. It's scolding. She pins me with her eyes and makes a face at me with her mouth, and I ignore her.I support my throbbing member on her clitoris and rub it. And I hold back, because I'm dying to penetrate her, and move like a son of a slut, and empty myself inside her. But I hold back and achieve my goal, when she says with a coarse, guttural voice, 'Take me, son of a slut,' and I still make her beg a little more, and just as I put the tip of my glans in her opening, it's her who with a single movement of her pelvis drives herself into it.I stay quiet and that gaze of desire, pleasure, wanting to keep everything in memory, and I move a little and come out of her interior again, to achieve the second objective. Of course, I do, because with my palm open, it gives me a blow job. I simulate obeying her and she sucks me off completely, because I know that in that movement is the key to a new moan of pleasure. I make circles with my hips, rubbing against her interior places that weren't before. And I do it for the third time. I come out from inside her, and grab her with my hand. She feels lubricated, palpitating. She's beautiful and we discover each other looking at my cock. And very quickly I achieve the third objective that isn't the last. It's not a blow job anymore, she closes her fist and hits me on my side. It's a slap, and it has nothing to do with being affectionate. Give me your cock, you son of a slut, and she clings to my ass and, even though she's under mine, she clings and moves possessed. She's getting me off, and I'm holding the rhythm. Her screams must be heard throughout the floor, but we're in a unique place where nothing matters. The fourth objective is closer, and that which isn't a strategist, but it fascinates me that the stages are fulfilled like this. The last moan is intense, and after that, silence. I push my body against her, penetrating her to the bottom, and her spasms start to burst in her pelvis, belly, mouth. Involuntary convulsions, accompanied by moans of relief, pleasure. She hugs me and whispers what I expect, very sweetly, without the desperation of a few minutes ago. Fuck me, she says, and I lift her legs and support my cock, which throbs, in her ass, and she slides under me, letting herself be taken by my flesh, and I know I have to stay quiet until everything is inside her, and starts marking the rhythm, and I start feeling the pressure of her sphincter, while she keeps looking at me fixedly, and masturbating firmly, seeking her second orgasm, and that she'll reward my cum in her Booty.
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