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As you will remember, this is a post that received email describing as a first-person therapy session tantric couples. Not if it is true what is told, but I liked the story. The only condition that regard, is to indicate the name and phone number of the author, who is in and he first post . The photos (if any) I have put myself, and have no relation with the author of this post

We were all three on the mat, each of us has such a doll fist, and asked them to verbalize what they feel when breathing sex in the air, but has not started yet, and from here, that the dolls talk about what they want.

We started it, it's easy. You do not have much to say, explains that his wrist is always ready, they want it since he knew that before making love, before going to bed feeling a vibration in your body similar to the one feeling at the same time, a sense of anticipation in his head rather than their sex. To my questions (well, at my wrist) whether this provision is immediately before, or long before, I said to start in the morning and all day does not remove the sex of the head.

But at the same time is concerned, knowing that the time more pleasant it is for him, the penetration, it hurts. She feels her body as closed, as if as if his body were not welcome. Then, once inside the two are comfortable until he makes some sudden movement, pushes to the kidneys, who felt a blockage in her body. And from this moment, it's over, the party is over, note that she wants to end, puts his hand on his dick (so it says), and while it is moving inside her, she does the earwig to be run fast. Not true, says her wrist, I do this because I know you like!. Yes, and you like to finish and leave you alone to go to the bathroom and shower.

oops, bad feeling, I control the situation if I want to run out of dolls strewn across the floor, and they get angry. So, in line with what they were talking, explaining what she likes most right now, thinking I was going to talk about it. But no, she did not want to talk, and says, thinking every sentence, which is moved by the touch of skin on her back, hard and tender at the same time, the nerve of her ass when pushed, even if it makes a bit of damage but, above all, his gentleness, his care when he is in it, as if about to break, but, of course, which almost makes mourn (and I say crying) is first and above all, pleasure him, his stress on the moment of orgasm, as her face changes after orgasm face, a face hard, aggressive before, to a helpless baby face later.

And that this is enough, that does not need more.

I speak of the pleasure of it. I ask him, what she feels in your body. No eye contact, look at the wrist, which reads:

it hurts when the penetration, which is only now, but if he moves too abruptly, and therefore are afraid. That is like when you forget the fear because you look in the face of it, and try to forget your body.

Who has ever tried to put his hands on her ass, but dares not, that is stroking the back (where he had just showered) you would like to go down to the buttocks, but not sure whether, whether he would like or would find that those things are whores. And in any case, it is possible that she quedasen some remains of his mother, saying to him always touching the saw, baby, do not touch there, baby, wash your hands after peeing, baby, the girls sleep arms above the plains.

uuffffffffffffffffffffffff ... My God ... it's great that has come out this ...

I did become aware that it was HER and not her mother who was making love, that dirt is essentially cultural, but the body of the beloved, as the son, not dirty. That sex in itself is not dirty.

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