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We were in the car, at dawn, she straddled me, her breasts dancing in my face, what they believed was a secluded street at undue hours while the sun was raising over the Mediterranean. Since the light I could see her green eyes, blond hair, freckles on her face, but above all, the white lace bra enhancing the blackness of her nipples, straight toward me.

My hand sought his heart, she opened her legs wider to let me catch up, her panties were soaked in a weak obstacle to my fingers, opened it, who sought her, filled with honey. The stroking out, trying to get my fingers, "Let me, we can see!. To please "I said, opening her legs, leaving the field open for deeper investigations. His hand looking for me, it was not hard to find me, got up a little and let it fall on me. I went into it as if it were a piece of butter, offered as a ripe fruit, as she so tender and fragrant.

We started to move, removed her bra, her breasts young people dancing in my face, his mouth chasing mine, lost a little lower in the two strawberries alternately imprisoned in my mouth, feeling the waves of his body on mine movements marine Atlantic smell escaping from our sexes melts, the moisture from your body, hugging me.

She, with eyes closed, his world, he rode alone, pursuing pleasure, I try to stay calm, trying to contain the force that felt it was going to flee at any moment, and my lower abdomen was tense, the sensation of my penis grow, and almost unable to contain the flood was coming. Abri eyes for a moment, trying to distract me.

and there he was. Three feet away, watching us.

saw that he had seen, our eyes met. But she had not seen and did not know if you would like. I do not seem right to continue our show, showing my lover at the time so personal, I whisper

- Hey, there's someone out there who is watching us

stopped immediately approached me, covering her breasts against my body, hiding her face in my neck, I felt her body stiffen, his eyes opened

- Where?
- There, right.
He looked the wrong side, of course the right was not mine.
- No, on the other side
turned his head shyly, half hidden by my face and hair, and saw him
- Do not know
I was surprised by the comment, nor had I been able to happen that we knew.

despite the interruption was still pounding my body into yours, and - perhaps imagined - their honey sliding down between my thighs

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When couples are fucking've learned that there is a sweet moment to intervene ... if it is too early, when they first start the action, there may be a rejection, as if they are already very close to coming ... however, after approximately minutes, already heated, and amuses them, they are interested, or do not care ...

and that couple who had already approached us some time, we did not know how much. I touch your chest to her, not reject me, put his hand on his chest in white, and touched a little. The two, Blanca and I were not going to repeat, did we come closer, I like to touch the girl while fucking, but this was not the day ...

White was with, was at ease, but since then the situation got me ... and White, which gently caress me. Please do not hesitate to tell you: go, see, I got over it, and I sank softly, sweetly. Forgetting the world, ignoring the brunette who shouted at us, a guy who tried to intervene at a time and who said no ... to Love is true that his body felt open, wet, receptive, but was yet his eyes more than her tits, more aware of your mouth that your sex ... We made love with love, desire, love ... like two friends, like two lovers.

I was hugging him, feeling his body, watching an ugly dawn winter morning, until I went back to sleep.

It was late and started playing again lop k and k on my buttocks felt was very set and ready, but now if, with the two by the blankets and tapaditos k was cold, I get off my pajamas and played it while I k I started playing. K I could see I turned sideways and began to look with eyes of "mmm k are you doing?" And was muyyy successful. Aunk closed the eyes open and could not avoid looking back at me as I moved from playing estarme. There if you hold your hand and put it to work. It was a super nice. K let me take your hand and move kisiera co or me, he touches the piano, so k has much strength in their fingers, so sharp half began, until he understood he had to do pianissimo ..., is well behaved and without making strength side was very tender time.

I no longer in my ecstasy I was playing, I forgot a while, until I saw the k with the other hand he stroked slowly, gently, and I'm even more excited ... I came, forgetting everything, forgetting the world , forgetting the ... Complete! And when I went back down to earth, followed down with my mouth to help him.

I was in the clouds literariness and could feel as he also felt good having seen and touched. He continued to give many kisses on his back and went back to sleep! Aki almost went out one afternoon and told him that pork pork from home had a commitment.

But k in the morning when we finished (well, he finished) the second time, I sat up to take my pie, I was craving to try it ... And I did odd k the k said better then pork was going to k let the whole globs with my tongue then, jajjaa, so good, only the probe and save. And even in the later return of k with my mom, I set the palette k sugar had a message saying "do not forget me," not because I felt ... I know peacock and k does not pass without huarache . So I was happy. Not if it's true or not, but whatever the best 14 February Softonic USA & rest my life today.

And aunk no kiera and have avoided, I feel more in love with him. Pork had not behaved like this before, on the contrary, it was like cooler in terms of hugs and loving detail was me .... K No pass, no longer tell time k. No kiero I would start a conversation, pork before he did so like to see us roll k. Now let k be the k and take the lead he started.

If not come today because we have a talk k pending in another case and told me I would talk k. If it comes, will be well received and if not, I'll give you your space. And k is going to give this to your pace. Think a lot ... sometimes more and it is too careful in making decisions k and if pressed I know what happens k ....

While I'm enjoying this k even and k around my chest was quite unexpected, too did not think my pork k happened.

Well this is my super night. I hope to be more.

Aki Well in Colombia and the USA on February 14 is the day of love and friendship. Do not know if in Spain as well ...

That day it is an excuse to show through obsekios cariñoo k k be no material or if they are, no matter k be expensive, it's just to say a te kiero, thanks for your friendship and love.

For all my days these past years, nothing happened the vdd special, just friends, but usually at this time I have gone without a partner and I did not like vdd k k came this day for me was sad.

For the 14 in the evening I speak to Tony, to ask for a business with a friend k I have in common. And I said we were k at night to talk well. I did not allude to date ps pork was not much the case, in my aunk Keria if you see ... And I was surprised k k would come tell me, did not believe the pork had been instep Softonic USA & rest time at most k k we were not friends ... But then came ...

To say k tony comes in the night is coming in the morning k, pork for their work - is a pianist in a jazz club - go out at these hours. I arrive at 3:30, I was ready and happy k pork was not only wise talk. Since k Employe pass the line of friends is not just talk, and I have too much k kimica came out, our bodies do not understand reason.

Came and gave me a heart shaped cake!! Pork is super rare never had given me something so allusive loves. For if we talk, but from time to thank my dimly lit salt lamp I have aki k, then lies down and tells me scratching k you back ... time for action! Well, I had one month k could not see and the truth and Keria eat it with kisses. I first began over his clothes, then slowly unbuttoning his shirt and kiss her back and chew slowly. I know k loves, his back is his most erogenous zone, that is excited with muchoooooo ... .. And for that I did for a while, I started to undress todito to eat it with kisses of his bottom too k love me, has a beautiful bottom as k baby ... And to get more down, got excited a little more hands , a little oral sex and came almost by surprise . And now coming cansadito, as we slept ... I like to hug him and had been me in this initiative. But tonight he was the k told me "Go, get close to here" and I take my arm to hold him and thus k kedo is asleep. A while and then again and again touching wine. I was very warm, sooooo, only k there I saw the time to let me by myself, I felt as shame.

I thought from time k would rise and go, but to my surprise the first time in years and a half, aki kedo, I woke up and left.

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He opened his eyes after a moment, not yet fully recovered, and the masseur looking kneeling between her legs open Luisa, staring at her, lost a hand in her body between her thighs, inside, the other crossing the pubis , breasts, her hips, moving out of control, their sighs, their cries of desire that she tried to drown biting his hand. The masseur put his hand near her mouth, she bit her and kissed alternately mouth as she was grasping her sex. He saw the pleasure from the outside as a spectator, something that was not his responsibility, something that transcended that did not require anything. Felt like her own pleasure, without jealousy, without anxiety, he knew that the masseuse was there as a living dildo, but once out of that room would again be two of them.
Want to leave you alone? Amanda asked, or follow us?

No, you follow as we had agreed, he said.

But if you think you do I do now relaxation, and so these quiet to see her, said while at the feet of him, stroking his sex with a smile. I felt his hand running over her cock, covering it with oil, cold touch of oil on their eggs in the ass while she did not separate the hands of his body, and began with much wisdom movement. And Louise could not feel what happened, but even he could see his eyes on the hands of Amanda, in her wise move in his body that went with it in his sighs that reinforced the atmosphere of sensuality in the room.

Amanda's hand locked in sex, the other one, up the thigh, was lost by the eggs, took them, made them slide, coming into the ass, was busy in the dark ring and sensitive and so unknown, the eyes of Luisa stuck in his smile that accompanied it, would not endure such treatment for a long time, felt the warmth announcer, legs closed upon the hand that imprisoned him, hips going to meet Amanda's body, opened his eyes , saw Amanda's eyes fixed on Luisa, Luisa's eyes fixed on Amanda's hand, felt the tension inside last, finally, in a few surprises emptied in a first felt warm drops on his chest to end in a last spasm in the hands of Amanda smiled.

We were not far from ecstasy, let's talk the exegete of the sculpture of Saint Teresa, Bernini, what happened Luisa at the time:

Santa Teresa's face is transfixed with pleasure, delivered to the office, has parted lips releasing a sigh that springs from the heart, eyes closed, head abandonment of the will is tilted back, while a Angel, a delicious and promiscuous teenager up an arrow with a leer and directs it to the holy hell with the intention of pointing the center of pleasure, make us see that there, in that site is true devotion and surrender of the body Teresa pure. The angel is going to penetrate the arrow, will lead to fainting, unconsciousness, insanity and to achieve Berinini splendid carved with a delicacy, an opening between the folds of her habit of marble, the holy virgin vagina shows and deep, showing the entrance to the most sacred being.

The sex she was going to meet the imprisoned hand, her lips biting their fingers massage, took his hand, fingers entangled as they did when they made love, and that was somehow the signal. Her hand closed around his, as if waiting for approval of the to let go, they looked and dressed just screams it was his pleasure, endless. Link to orgasms until the hand of the massage apparatus, and approached him. They embraced, while Amanda told them we go out, you stay as long as you will, and you call us.

And there were both on the mat that smelled of incense, oil and sex, hugging, recovering his breath.

He asked these good life? if I'm OK, and you? happy, love, I'm delighted.

Probably would have gone a little while to make love two of them, make love desire, need to be once again

but that's another story

For those who have followed me from the beginning (if any left) will know that early writing, the first day of the month, a summary of my experience, number of visitors, search phrases ... Recently I received some mails asking me if accepted contributions or comments on any post. Because they usually do not read comments on old posts, and maybe some of you ask questions, answer here to stakeholders and interested in knowing something more than the goldfish.

So I copy the mail sent to a reader:

First of all, dear ***, thank you for visiting .. I enjoy your comment: "The vast majority of photos are very good." That the "great majority" has amused me. If it is true that the vast majority of photos are very good, that means that there are some who remain in good

If you look at the first posts and compare them with current photos that have really been improving over time as repositories of photos I have found that in general are good, which I spend hours looking for pictures and swallow all the pay sites related to sex, I have no time and put me off (not just search for photos).

As you've seen my blog has no advertising, no trojans or anything. I like writing, I was interested in the experience of having a blog, not so much by having things, if not know how it worked. Sure, if I did in Blogger had no inside knowledge of how search engines work, as there is one to know which are the tags, keywords, positions itself as one. Neither is, it is true, but I have my suspicions.

So I decided that I would write my own blog, asking for a domain (which perhaps should have been the PCsdecolores call, but I did not think Once I had the domain I had to put on a server, do you recognize ... and lacked the most important: the subject ... you could write? technology because it bores me, politics repatea me, what I read or failed to read is not significant (I read everything I like in hand, from the brochure of the pizza at home that give me the street until the last book is lost in the bottom of a library of a friend) so eliminated politics, technology and literature ... that was what I could write a post every day?. For sex. And that got me to do, succeed each writing stories, invented the most ... and of course waiting to hear from readers here ... and no jokes or say anything.

And the feedback from readers is important to know what they like and what does not. Say this feed-back has been my failure because almost no one said anything (infinite thanks to all that you have encouraged me, thanks, folks), but it is true that spontaneous collaborators have found, people who have experiences to share and find it fun to hang there.

If you have any stories like that, and I want it send it great. In general, I edit (I have that edit, it is true, I can publish them as sent to me no more, but then if I do not like, not the public), they are shipping that I forwarded to you of the approval and upload.

well ... and you? collaborate?

Am women over 30 and few, and after my first pregnancy I had some discomfort, and my GP referred me to a gynecologist for pelvic floor. I never knew there were so specialized gynecologists.

I came to the consultation, I met a doctor superborde, not even greet me when I, a nurse even more easygoing. Almost without giving time to explain anything, the doctor tells me that I store in the table for exploration.

Alberto (I later learned was his name) puts on a latex glove to explore, start exploring, opening my finger away and suddenly the sheet to see my pubic hair covered with just enough (I love the Brazilian waxing), with excuse me the scar of caesarean section. I see her face, looking interested.

Well, it took a while, exploring the inside, long time, very carefully, (the nurse had done exit the forum) and pulling my hairs to see the scar, he kept saying how smaller scar, it's amazing how little that I can see, how a child removed from here, and while he was massaging, massaging the scar area ever more intensely, more confident.

I, on the one hand I began to feel strangely relaxed now, I also began to notice something strange, as excess moisture.

He who was reveling, touching my scar and asking things to distract me, begins to push on my lower abdomen, more forceful, more focused (I will do is stimulating! I now know I was and that he will make knew what he was doing). Has introduced two fingers in me, supports up towards your hand.

Anyway, I was looking forward to end now, I felt uncomfortable, I knew something was wrong, but otherwise was intrigued to know why so intense that feeling also has a strange beginning to feel guilty. Meanwhile, asked me questions and I answered, suddenly takes his hand (well, not the fingers, 2 to be exact), takes off his glove in anger and throws a trash can was right in the ground (God, I can see!) and re-enter your fingers without gloves!. I was speechless, looked at me (he had retired the bush "for my C-section"), eyes shining, made a few jerky movements that made me flood inside. I had never happened, was dead of shame ... He waited a couple of minutes, took a towel, wiped the whole area and he told me he was, he was perfect.

> I was soaked, dead of shame, I've gone to see gynecologists in my life for 12 years and I have never been anything like it.

I explained to my husband to get home, I said ... yaa, your imagination, surely the doctor was good. And yes, the doctor was good, that was true, but that did not justify their conduct or abuse of power. Violence, desire, ease, evil ...

After the front, told me to spin upside down. Buttocks were really only for hair removal (and also not have many) because the legs and was over from the front. The fact is that I turn, and of course supporting the penis not only went out one side of the thong, but it also discovered his head. Face down, legs entrebiertas, and the glans to view it. Without the protection of the foreskin, much more naked, I noticed that the room temperature and began to take life.

Eva finished a couple of minutes with both buttocks (not hurt at all back there) and I had spliced. She saw (or saw, or both). Wet towel with her hand and removed the excess wax on the back of my body. In doing so, pressed from behind the thighs but the towel hanging on both sides, and stroked up and down my glans.

I just felt the touch of wet washcloth on my penis, ignorant of the rest of the body

And he was sure he did it on purpose, which was recreated as the bullfighters at the site. It was a while there should not be any wax, but she went on and, closer to the anus. The truth is that I never liked (or I had dared to say that I liked) that touched me right there, but the hands of Eve, the situation all contributed to it enormously exciting.

After a couple of passes for each leg, told me to turn back, who had to give aloe vera moisturizer.

I was fully erect in front of Eva (I could not forget that apart from the shaver, it is our neighbor and soon he would find me in the elevator). The thong was now a mere anecdote and covered part of my right groin. Seeing me in that state smiled, I pour cream in one hand, smiled and told me to put it myself, but her finish the job. For his part began to spread the cream for giving me a slight leg massage, although looking more what I was doing what she was doing. Still in the same thigh, not moving there.

He asked for more cream. This time I stretched it a bit beyond the pubis and testicles, and did some pass through the glans was swollen and purple. Come on, waxed area and I did not care, moisturizer is fresh and pleasant, and my body was asking about additional strokes.

I said, laughing: "You'll see how good it is going to happen tonight Sonia softly with these", "now I'll leave for a while just to get up slowly do not go dizzy, and get dressed. Do not hurry. " If you want to put a little cream, he said as he filled my hand with aloe vera.

It was like a donkey, excited, Eva had gone the other side of the curtain, I heard the noises made by going from place to place picking up, cleaning ... I did not care, I was alone, had his hand full of cream ... I look at the mirror on the wall and I could not avoid rhythmically move my hand over my sex. It looked bigger than ever, I loved me so ... in less than a minute and I would note. It was not noisy in the room, Eva had just picked up. But people understand me, there is a time prior to orgasm, without having yet begun and is unstoppable ... I looked into the mirror, and I ran into Eva's eyes fixed on my body, seeing it was doing what through a slit in the curtain.

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So that, as half of the visitors come by Priligy, here are two links

to post on the first experience I had

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Men are very poorly made, depending on what. I must say, very well designed to pee, especially in unhealthy places. Those who are men do not realize the advantage that the the state of contamination of the container in which we are leaving our golden offering may be offensive to the eye, and even smell, but generally not dangerous to health .

But instead, we are designed to orgasm, with forgiveness, with his feet. Because who would think, what sick mind would think of half-life we ​​are thinking about how and with whom to have an orgasm, and tucked into flour and dedicate ourselves to our partner's hard for her to enjoy before or at least, and not left in mid-career. Because we know that once we had that orgasm with which we have fantasized about, which we have pursued is the party just for us, while for she is only beginning.

Because the situation is that a woman an orgasm serves for the next step. An orgasm is usually the prelude to the next in a chain that ends only by exhaustion. And yet, we humans ... once we finish, we finish. And the bad thing is that we're done "physically" and that what was a glorious phallus penetrating a slug becomes moist and bright, if not that we have also done "spiritually."

I try to explain it, because I have not seen written anywhere. Let us in a situation: we are with our partner, excited, making love like two Cossacks (or a Cossack and a Cossack, or even as two Cossack, for that matter, is the same). We are there, with sensitivity to the surface, hoping that this will never end. And already thinking about the following dust. What if in this we are, our yard is the rod of Moses opening the sea, in the later, she is Judith and Holofernes us. And even a little later in the night, leaving the Bible to enter the zoology, the crab will flying the dragon oriental, Marsupilami SALTARIN to finish, and am already exhausted with the devouring velociraptor. All this accompanied by loud cries and jumps, and music, and angels and large sources of light and color.

And all the men as we thought and we fuck on the first.

And on that note (we will discuss tomorrow) contraction in the womb, the unstoppable force that comes to us from the womb, vibration, spasms, fall like a stone from the top of our Olympian gods of sex. Disappear - completely, as if it never existed - the desire. In the ten or twenty seconds that can last an orgasm (by the way, anyone know what it takes??) Have passed the five powders were going to take for the rest of the night (well, three, according to sex and condition ) not want (again, not wanting to, I said not to) take any.

As the desire is gone along with the semen.

For power, we can. With a little perseverance and interest usually are physically capable of repeating. I just do not want. We are not interested. Finite desire Caputto.

That's a design flaw, we, I say that the Creator would walk out of shape that day. Not satisfied with the apple, serpent, throw us out of Paradise, in forcing kids to fuck your mother while Adam looked at Eve ...

we shall see, had already tested Adam and Eve, I had a hard time doing another couple for all so that we were not blood relatives? No, he wanted more.

He wanted to screw us, making the culmination of the desire to kill the act had generated the same act.

And that in us, we believe the kings of sex, not women, culturally submitted.

It may be more diabolically evil than He?