and 7. We did not know. Up Galactic Florentino
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. Maybe.
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 solemnly promise and promise them more if the next time, but I loved her sex).
He was on familiar ground, I liked the feel of her body under my face, caressing his tongue, licking all sweet liquid exchange.
We repeat the movements, embrace after their pleasure, gave me chills to your 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 any hesitation on putting their mouth, but I asked if I wanted to let him know before my orgasm.
- No need, I will realize.
And explain why you have not felt the men? prehensile noticed his mouth, his lips on my shaft, his tongue everywhere, their hands strengthened the movement 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 to the mouth), mouth instead handles the pressure of the lips, 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 their moods (and that even before orgasm), its flavor, its smells. It is a touch more personal than making love, is also more generous.
In a few minutes (or would be seconds?) Felt the coveted signs, the stress on the pubic bone that radiates to the toes, the need to raise the legs (Have you noticed that some people must separate your 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 went to her, as she got the strength of the sap in me.
I passed the point of no return, after 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 am 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 his buttocks felt in the internal 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, and that 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 (but retired shortly before and continue with your hands, different), nor so late that forces him to spit.
I like both to be removed, and gaps in his mouth and then share my orgasm with her in a kiss, and finally be together, sweating, while my body is resting.
July 4th, 2009 at 15:52
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