(And 4.) Collaboration: The first desire
Rosa stood a few inches in the air, sitting without sitting down, and turned down, impaled on my fingers sinking deeper and deeper into her breakthrough flooded. 
Reflex movements moved in, filling your body and mine electricity. I wanted the wildest and rough area of entry, the one that shot her pleasure, open all sources, and when I met her, I put a second finger, pressing rhythmically there, adapting to their movements, giving at some point to increase your pleasure
Suddenly, your body will echo forward, forcing my fingers to almost breaking, straining, held motionless like a bird in flight, flight, at your pleasure, break me, while his body moved in leaps and endless spasms of an orgasm; retained a cry escaped her throat. I could not help but Rosa knew me, I would have touched me, unconsciously tightening and loosening thighs, seeking to orgasm in the Teresian, but knowing that no, it would not make it this way. 
Finally, one last jump, a last cry retained, closed his eyes, was sitting while gently felt the ring closing and opening his body around my fingers. The retired, the liquid membrane still attracted to its center, in the palm of my hand was the water reservoir, my hand was drenched while running slowly through the area leaving a trail her ass wet. By releasing my hand, looked at her and smiled, certifying the flood of tasty and satisfying irrigation took my finger to my mouth, my tongue licking the rest of her pussy juice, first one finger, then another, recovering their female scent so similar and so different from mine. That evening, the first of many, the taste (of the vagina) Rose was strong without being sour, it tasted like honey, honey wild and rugged. 
Rose then took my hand, putting my finger in his mouth, painting her lips and mouth with her juices and my saliva.
He opened the bag with a smile, showed me her panties. He got up to go to the bathroom, a scene repeated with and without guests, a scene so many times known and always exciting. A brand of moisture of sweat had the heart of their offense. I suggested that he should put the shirt above the waist.
Back home, I explained that never, ever used or use dildos or similar apparatus or in your body. They would always be our hands, our tongues, our breasts and smooth grace of our nipples, which would meet our loving zeal.
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