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He left her with a sound eschatology. Many years ago someone told me that was the sign of a good fuck, a sign that the vagina had been so long after the orgasm that had come to fill air space. It's possible.

But I was not for philosophical discussion and analysis, and to remember old conversations, at that time my nose was pushed through the folds of the body of Carmen after a brief stop on her tits (I can promise and vow to make them more if the next time, but I loved her sex).

He was on familiar ground, I liked the feel of his body on my face, caressing his tongue, licking all, sweet liquid exchange.

We repeat the movements, the embrace after their pleasure, gave me chills the body, clinging to mine for a few minutes, caught his breath.

But my body needs your attention, I commented that it was up to me and, smiling, down, slowly, oh so slowly walking with his tongue, until the lingam. I knew I did not give him any qualms putting it in the mouth, but I asked if I wanted to let him know before my orgasm.

- No need, I give it.

And explain why you have not felt the men? prehensile noticed his mouth, his lips on my shaft, his tongue everywhere, moving their hands strengthened in my lingam, wet from his saliva.

The blowjob is total surrender, do not expect reciprocity. It is also the complete acceptance of each other's bodies, because ultimately, the vagina has no sense of taste or smell. The vagina is almost a passive receptacle (well, to understand, and compared with the mouth), however manages mouth lip pressure, the movements are more accurate, the tongue can touch it in the right spot.

And the mouth is also its most sensitive points of the unspoken, but which are known for certain women.

The mouth is full acceptance of the male body, the acceptance of his moods (and that even before orgasm), their tastes, their smells. It's a more personal touch to make love, is also more generous.

In a few minutes (or seconds would be?) Felt the coveted signs, the tension in the pubis that radiated toward the toes, the need to raise the legs (Have you noticed that people should spread her legs for a orgasm, and others should join them?), the tension inside the body. I could not keep my hands looking for, but could only reach his head. I grabbed her hair, my hips were to her, as she got the strength of the sap in me.

I passed the point of no return, prior to orgasm. I prayed silently that did not stop then I can not say, like other "do not stop, still, still, more", the truth is I'm short right now. She did not stop. He continued his movements, the hand of the lingam came to the perineum, to any one area considered unmanly men (I myself thought so, and I missed many years of sensational orgasms, it took me years to lose the shame anal!) and when I touched his hand between her buttocks felt in the domestic contraction that illuminates the imminent surrender of control of my body.

I noticed (because you can) for a split second, the rise of pleasure, before launching the thick blood, galactic and even Florence, majestic in flight as fireworks, because Carmen had been withdrawn.

I personally do not mind at all if this withdrawal takes place at the right time, not too early that orgasm is aborted (although withdrawn shortly before and continue with the hands, different), nor so late that causes him to spit.

I like both to leave, as gaps in his mouth and then share my orgasm with her in a kiss, and finally be together, sweaty, while my body is resting.

Well after today's post, which we leave to our main character recovering from his adventures on the mat, it will no longer post Galaxy (from the Greek γάλα, milk, ie milk will) if Florentine, I would like us to talk of self shots), something like this:

Is there a self shots? How do you photograph yourself? No, not exactly with a tripod and a timer on the camera, taking the camera and photographing parts of oneself, one's shadow, the reflection in a mirror or in the water ... there are many autofotos. It is not easy, is not the picture of the compliance of Luisito. We will not use Photoshop, Picasa eventually, which is free, but the idea is to work the lighting and the concept. Does not have to be photo erotica, but if it is, has more juice.

Obviously, I will try to post photos that are posteables, both mine, and plundered the internet. Those who follow me know I have certainly wide sleeve, and like in the movies of the 70's, when the actresses undressed only by requirements of the script (of course, nobody forced them to participate in movies like "virgin island") only put pictures that are in line with the text, but sometimes there are interesting photos I can not put, or rather, I do not want to.

The posteables not directly, will set in a page with password access. To get it, follow this link

See you then, my dear little grasshopper, my dearest little grasshoppers.

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