and 3. Gang Bang night. The scent of pleasure
Thursday, September 24th, 2009 I put myself in position, above her, ready for that smooth movement of kidneys so sweet that must overcome the small resistance into your body, but no, is she so open, so available, so arranged that, almost without noticing, I am in it. I move slowly, very slowly, because a woman stand so little wet.
She almost did not need me to continue with their orgasms ... it was a cascade of them, his whole body shaking from one to the next.
Once we were not there, not much a few minutes. When he looked up saw our honor guard, and that gave me encouragement. And here ... I felt a hand touch the eggs.
I tell her: oshe that eggs are playing me, I see your two hands, so you're not ... a boy says: if you want I do not ...
She:
- It's funny to me satisfy you so, do you bother you?
- I'm surprised a little, but does not bother me. Keep in mind that just did not take half a minute
- Not bad, is already a little late
and she, taking all the initiatives, tells the boy
- You can follow if you like, but after follare not you, that we will
So I'm moving on it, while a hand wandering through the area (yes, without getting even the ass). And the hand I was playing with my dick while her clit and taking advantage of the swing to move up the ranks, putting a finger inside her. He felt his finger every time you push, and I had a little puzzled, but where playing was very strategic.
She started hitting jumps, ran, and the hand rodeo came to me and my cock, while I moved it. It was as if she had suddenly acquired an additional muscle, or, rather, like going to be fucking estarse pajeando, without interruption. The end result may be the same, but the feeling is different.
And of course, the boy knew it, exact position, pressure ... just noticed a sense of unfolding, like I was masturbating me with hands that were not mine and not controlled exactly. But soon I noticed as I closed my legs, fingers arched feet, muscle contraction, the need for removal, the tension of the moment immediately preceding, when there is no turning back, and the beating of my body within it, surrounded, that if new feeling, by the fingers of the other, it felt all ...
I ran great claws of desire in my lower abdomen, the burning time before, when, however much we try, we know that there is no going back, trying to hold the moment, the moment of ecstasy, when else can not let go of everything, big beats whites.
I stayed in it (it's the things I've learned over the years), while the free hand also stayed there. The hand moved a little, but I told him I did not want, if you wanted to keep it he did, but very still. I stayed in it, embraced it, until you notice that your body expel me. I like the start, I like it when she gets up and drop you a chorretón legs yours and mine, mixed, ranging marking the way to the bathroom floor.
None of that was there at that time. A kleenex discreet, less poetic but more hygienic that way of stars left in the ground after.
The hand helped with the Kleenex, and then took her to the face to olernos, with a smile.















