4b. In the darkroom. It
She retired from her thighs in a flash, I noticed the sticky fingers. Looked uneasy, his hand, fearing bloody see it as a horror movie. And no, his fingers sparkled in the dim light of the darkroom, some even came to join them trickle, but it was transparent. He went to his nose, sniffed it, deep smell of female
Do not be displeased
She returned to her body, looking beaten track, which she ran in her body in the morning, when he wanted to make love to her boyfriend, or simply he wanted. It is strange that it was so different from theirs, more fleshy, thicker skin, but mostly surprised that a pool was more than that, a pond, a lake. 
She could not remember ever being so wet. But perhaps it was the surprise.
He looked between his lips, to find, above, the most sensitive area. His companion said, soft, slow. It was not like she did, an electric frenzy that led to orgasm in a few minutes. He felt someone touch her, and her companion pulled her away, he said, going where we are more quiet.
They went to the corner where her boyfriend, lying in a kind of mat with a girl sitting on him in the position that she liked him so much and no, saying that it hurt, which forced him to cock an odd angle. It looked like the girl who rode had to have a different anatomy because there seemed to be uncomfortable. 
His partner lay near her boyfriend, leaving the feet on the floor, spreading her legs. He returned to the same spot, between his legs, now more accessible, worried about giving pleasure to be enjoying a woman, also excited by the situation, she, another fucking her boyfriend next door ...
He knelt and put his face between the thighs of the unknown. He noticed all the smells of the body, felt in his flow, but not decided. He felt that his mouth would not recognize anything, would be a new experience too, and gave much moisture repair, must involve much.
He wanted to touch the unknown as he stroked it gently with your fingers first, and then shaking the cap almost sacred, as her legs were closed involuntarily, and a fire went out of his belly flooding the whole.
But the stranger did not want that, gently took her hand and lowered it to put at the entrance to his body. A little lost, he was there, not knowing what to do, until the unknown hips up a little, which a finger was introduced into her body.
That she had not done before. If that course, had put tampons, and he made love to men, who knew perfectly the feeling that at that time was feeling the unknown, but it was the other side of the mirror, be she who entered the body . He was surprised that imprisoned her ring finger, and also the interior space. Do not imagine that at all, always thought it was like a sheath. And no, not that at all, your finger could move freely, to be even without touching any wall.
The space was so large that put another finger, and hips began to undulate, accompanying their movements. He instinctively moved forward and backward like a penis, and the stranger said no, so no, touch me up.
- Up?
- If, above, look, I show you. And he took her hand and led him to finger an area that apparently had nothing special.
- Here, loud with two fingers, he said as he taught, were simply rhythmic pressure without barely move. Oh, and put the other hand, here, her to her pubis. Supports this strong hand as if to touch your fingers through my body. 
I did not understand anything, but he did. He began to caress this area with two fingers, seemingly innocuous, and with your other hand to pressure on her body, which began to move, to undulate, to sigh. He closed and opened her legs. When closed almost hurt her whole body was tense. He shouted, still, do not stop (do not think he knew that pleasure was close), and in that, spread her legs, screamed, ending in an orgasm, her body soaked the mattress beneath her.
His legs imprisoned his hands: Hold still, let me two minutes, now you will come to you.
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June 11th, 2009 at 19:24
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