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Rolling, it gets back to me, telling me to embrace it, hands on her breasts, while their hips move forward and backward, in a silent invitation to love. I feel my body respond to her touch as I think each of the people in the room, eyes fixed on me and the relief under my clothes, almost invisible until just now, takes shape.

She takes off her skirt and blond curls will reveal only wearing socks and garters. Back to me, put my hands on her pubis, and his only move is a undulating hips from side to side, brushing against his body. With my fingers I try to find their center, their movement would be impossible, does not cooperate at all, you do not want my hands from entering it.

The crowd, enraged, shouts, what you see, that apart, Tongo, everything that made me so much grace, before and now I do not want, ashamed to show my nakedness bulky.

It is separated from me, the lights come to full intensity, and shows me the room, proud of the result, bulging hampered by clothing, restrained, uncomfortable. I turn to give back to the audience, but did not prevent anything, because the mirrors on the back of the stage mirror in the center of the room I am in underwear, luckily without socks. I'm not sure you want to keep, I have already proved that he could step into the arena and display. But such a view is a little late, I say, I can not disappoint the audience, my audience.

She is coming.

I put again in profile, standing next to me to not hide the ceremony to anyone, introduce an expert hand under the waistband of my clothes, underwear, and an expert touch almost instantly makes resume form, missing sharply to the embarrassing sight of the mirror. For brevity of your caress I sense you want to get a bas-relief simply promising to save the mystery for the next act, without this I feel diminished and the audience disappointed.

Determined takes my underwear, but in a somewhat functional, without fuss, like a nurse, the more natural world. He squats, sideways, so that I can not be seen completely, my sex, freed from the pressure of clothing, lying almost horizontal, hidden by the legs. His back is now before me, leaning on his knees, showing her ass, inviting me to be kissed.

I do, I separate your hair with your hands, and my tongue then reaches the soft folds of your skin. Its taste and eternally repeated the gesture makes me forget where I am and sink my face into his body, the smell of a woman, always persecuted and sometimes achieved. I notice the familiar beat of my blood from the legs, and my subconscious worries about it, my conscious is all he turned on the soft touch of her skin, and my hands caressing her nipples, my tongue and open the way to its center . There seems to displease him, his movements accompanying the mine, supplemented. Raising your body, or download and my mouth go to where she wants to drink.

So far, apart from being on a stage surrounded by mirrors and lights, which had seen my body is what I usually show on nude beaches. Naked, yes, more excited, too, but within reasonable limits, nothing flashy. If I were at the beach at this time could go to sea without being embarrassed, under water, swim a little and leave, rested.

But I am not in the sea, and sand is what's under my feet, no sun, is a focus that we circulate the light, the silhouettes that our bodies, the rest of the scene in total darkness, and of course , my body has long ago gone beyond the limits of discretion.

Before me, in white, the two volumes which end the back in black, the place where I'm sinking my face right now, touching the nose, lips, tongue, hands caressing her breasts.

My body responds to these sensations, deep, thick beats, delicious to be nothing that restrains, forgetting the world, concentrating on it in their flight movements to avoid passing my hands around her waist, sink my fingers in her hair I get lost in slippery paths, I notice on my skin and my lips your body is ready to accept mine.

In this, the audience yells, "We want to see it, teach it," back to reality. What else do you want to see? and I realize that my sex, loss of horizontality, now stands, standing between my legs.

And this is what you now see, and want to see better, and for this have been, and for this they paid for. She quickly turns away from me, stands up, and now I now my sex stands, dominant, arrogant, at length, pointing to heaven, while the room applauds.

(Continued)

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