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While my index moves with ease and absolute dominion, master of my ass about the banana to the clitoris, pressing start to rub slightly, oohh! Sigh of pleasure, after a few minutes decided to continue my way to the wet and eager pussy, further elevate hips, first stroke the slit with the tip of the banana up and down, so for a couple of minutes to wait separated my labia bathed with these latex grateful stick as if to embrace the banana, enter only the tip, my hole is received with great pleasure, I froze. Banana and my index covering my two holes, decide to go forward and gently insert the banana, is slowly making its way through my wet pussy is so wet and banana smeared with so much oil that is introduced with much ease reaching the excited bottom of my vagina, I feel my hot pussy, banana has taken over my mind, has come across a whole and I can not see ... A trickle of saliva trickles from the corner of my lips, keep your finger holding the banana inside me, I do not want to escape, is mine! My pussy is burning, secreting fluids which lubricate my mind, I feel very full, to treat yourself!

I take the basket with cherries, have previously been given a real "oil bath" ... while I open the two-finger ass hole, I begin to introduce the rich, round cherry slowly and with great delicacy, as I introduced the notice as they slide into one, two, three, another, another ... so until I lose the account and no longer fit more, I feel my ass filling, tight, the feeling is strange but the pleasure is indescribable and I could not resist corrosion of taste ....
I remain motionless for several minutes until ... I want more!
I press the cherry ass for that do not move your site while I take another condom, little by little, I'm filling it with the rest of cherries, it costs me the pleasure of my anus ... I can concentrate After a few minutes with fill and tie the opening of the condom, as well with oil ... unto my fevered mind perverse and leads me to open a little on my vulva and doing extensive and hollow next to insert the condom banana cherry filling, slowly, the pleasure is becoming more intense and cherries that are pertuberancias give me a new orgasm.

I'm pretty exhausted but I notice that my garbancito remains firm and very red, is jealous and demands my attention, my holes are complete, I caress with force, the climax is complete, change the movement of fingers across the palm of the hand moving very quickly until I begin to clap clitoris grown strongly, growing faster and stronger, the sound of my clapping splash reverberates throughout the room .... I'm getting to the top, my feet, legs and thighs tremble and my clitoris extremely grateful heart rhythm pulsates until a power up from my gut and I come with great intensity. Slowly my ass and I feel more relaxed as the sweet Cerecita come out one by one from their hiding place.

It's 5 am, I released all my holes, I have dream and the last thing I think is: "if I ever run out of work, will ride a business, a grocery store!"

You will have noticed that this post style changes a little. I liked it because it is the vision of one man over a woman's sex. I'll ask in another post that you think of

I go through my masseuse China ... Mother of God (though not if put there to be wise virgin) that concentration of desire ... in fact I was not aware of the massage I was just focused on the sexual, and she I felt well, so that was causing an erection all the time ... to me joints, then changing the zone, which I followed on foot, asking me questions, and since men are incapable of doing two things to see, in particular talk and be spliced ​​in a second everything was returning to normal, she ascended to the thighs, spent a moment the hand under the body (he was lying with his back), I splicing again, changing area, arms, conversation ... so two or three times, or even more times. This was not a massage, it was a Chinese water torture.

He had so nearly an hour, encantadito at times, longing for more precise contact others, when it tells me the back, I spliced ​​like a donkey.

And now there she went playing thighs, nipples now, now ... there already had pubic me eyes closed, sometimes thought it was you, sometimes not come to think of nothing more than if I played her I was going to run without her doing anything ... until it came to it. And they do not have time to think about anything, or even you and I would have liked a lot ... jo ... often orgasm, I thought that never ends ... not too deep, superficial, that if, but timeless ... until she commented

- Do you have not grinding, veld?
- How do you know?
- I vel, said with a smile, pointing to the drops that I had on my neck, across my chest to the sea that had in the navel

Raise the two eyes, we have our voyeur still, imagine a little frustrated because he could not see anything, I over it, covering it and moving your hand under my ... but his eyes were fixed upon us, the sun had already gone , and could appreciate the colors, black and white before the soft light of dawn, and now breaking in blue, yellow, light and shade. You could see everything, and especially the blush of the neck and her breast, - color uploaded that to me indicated that orgasm was real, feigned that he had not - and also the dark, almost black, the areolas of her breasts, fiercely erect.

She looked up, and there he was, strong, hoping we did not know what. He sits in the back seat
- I am already, now's your turn

and it takes me in his hands, slowly, softly, in long movements with the right amount of pressure, that he knows that I am unable to resist more than a few minutes. She strokes my hand down to the eggs, and play back up to the tip. I feel deep in my previous stress .. she also feels it, and stops. He leans over me and take me with her mouth, accompanied by hand ... sweet games with language, slow and vicious hand movements, seeking also the huequecito between the buttocks .. but can not get to it, I'm sitting, I feel your frustration as she feels mine, but there is nothing to do.

I have my eyes closed, open them and I see it I do not look at me that look, every movement of his head each time you lift it toward the window, into the other's face, and supported almost in the glass. But it is the same, do not care what is happening outside, just what I feel is happening to me, her tongue movement around my neck, the softness of her mouth where she is based, with the knowledge of tantric the mouth is an erogenous zone for both ... for her, sitting there the strength of my body, to me, feel the softness and moisture of your skin, while almost touch the sky bone from his mouth.

I'm already ready, she knows me well, is feeling the tremors of my body, in the sighs that escape from my chest, my hips moving in the tension of my cock, which becomes more and more swollen, I feel my blood blows across the lower abdomen, struggling to get out.

It increases the pleasure, and do not want her to stop, or change the movement, feel the need to empty it, this time going down the mouth that imprisons me, maybe the next time you're out, I feel your hand making pressure, but I want this to last forever. She felt that I will not take it anymore, he knows my pleasure, as cause and as a brake ... somewhat decreases the pressure of his hand, and immediately, my orgasm was about, is slightly delayed, so the change of pace stopped momentarily.

She then turned away, and take my cock in his hand, ostentatiously, with two fingers almost, you know that I will not be able to continue with this desire, this need, and move the hand up and down, show and hide, to my pleasure is triggered, in jets to heaven first drops wet us to the two later. I have felt it coming, I felt the time from which had already begun the pleasure, the fireball inside me, pressure me unstoppable streams emptying into white fragrant bathe us both.

So go, she jokes, watching the flood, it seems that there was s warranty

Well, no more desire than you had your sky, which also have left me good.

We looked out our voyeur who knows that there will be no more function, is moving away slowly, hands tinkering on his waist, probably buttoning his belt.

We dressed, and more relaxed and smiling and we kissed

The next day, going to get gas, I saw a rainbow churretones and dry in the body of the car ... I was amused to have to enter the car wash so

I open my eyes to see the transfer operation in the backseat. She is slow to move, it does so slowly, gently, as if swimming in a thick cream. Look in one direction, out and not the seat, I follow the direction of his gaze and there you see the outside, a span of glass, his eyes on her body. I sit up a bit, just see his head, and there is sex in your hand without moving it, keeping it simple. She lies on the back, legs open, he says:
- Come, but slowly, I'm not going to do damage
while slowly touching

and I already forgot it, I move slowly, sit up, step one leg over the back, my insolent erection showing themselves, but it is the same, I have eyes only for her, for her sex half hidden by his hand, for their breasts awaiting my touch.

I lie on it, in unstable equilibrium, a seat is narrow, so according to that exercise. With one knee on the seat, one leg on the floor, she leads me up that I can sink into it. I feel the crown of his soft body surrounding the mine, I'm moving in your body, the undulations of his flesh, his desire, but I feel like going, as absent. Your body responds is true, when I move my hips, hers came out to meet mine, but there is room for lateral movement both love me, wedged between my knees like this that can not be open more. But his head is somewhere else, I know because when we make love really has his eyes closed, confined as it is in their feelings, seeking His pleasure. And today, here in this car has eyes wide open, looking over my shoulder, maybe even a little scared

- Are you afraid of that man? want to leave?
- No, I'm fine
- No, you're not
- I'm not comfortable that's true, we have no room, go, get up
- Let's
- No, really .. and also how you want to put their pants like that? I said, pointing to my erection, let me, I concentrate, but I'm thinking of something else. And while I can look out the window, is that I get distracted, and so we're not going anywhere.

My hand on my cock then replaced it. The caress gently, gently first, I introduce first a finger in it, then two, looking for the rough area at the entrance, I know it will not long resist such treatment, close your eyes, feel your body move under my own, its voice whispers: I want your sex in mine, please, go and metemela ... but I also know that if I will lose the time, I'm moving my fingers on it, more and more slowly, with more force, almost as motionless when she starts to sigh: so, please do not stop, continue, stronger, do not move now, wait. I feel his body pulsing in my fingers, opening and closing its petals like an anemone, the tension of the ring of flesh around my fingers, your knees begin to close and open, uncontrolled, your hips are going to meet my fingers , until a breeze stronger hand imprison me, as I feel her orgasm as if his body were a prolongation of my

Moments later, withdrew his hand, wet and sticky after pleasure, which even contains a bit of its honey reservoir in the palm of my hand.

(Continued)

I wipe with a damp cloth and warm, and made me turn around, covering nine with the towel.

I did then massage the skull at the neck in the ears, and soon was on her nipples ... although I am not no nipples, the silence, the dim light, his hands first kneading, stroking ... noticed after early pressure in the lower abdomen, with closed eyes I saw the towel that covered setting up a tent. I tried to think of something else, but this effort to get out of my head what was going on under the towel made me think about it.

But soon rose to the English, running his hands under the towel, pulling my penis carefully first of its way. Of course, my penis was not long before departing alone, erect and as the mast of a flag.

When I realized I had a hand on a nipple, the other in the testicles ... so I turned to take matters into their hands, this time dominating the situation, beginning and the end (happy, of course . She was skilled, when I noticed that I was about (what would notice?, It seems to be discreet, but I guess there are reflexes that can not hide) and was stopped a while to eggs, or thighs. It is a dangerous technique because it is easy, at least in my case, I run well, almost like by accident ... but she knew, was an expert, before it actually was at the point of no return did two or three times, I was already feeling the moment before the first contractions, they also pre-orgasm, and changed focus. I was getting closer, until I told him please do not stop, put it there by hand pressure on the pubis, and if it was a good run, let me served ... hence the ufff and even uufffffffff

I was carried away on waves Amanda's legs pressing mine, but I felt while I missed the strength of a penis there, showing his power, showing his desire.

He could not understand why the tactic was the absence of Javier, if you get excited to see two women together, for me to try the softness of a woman's body, touching of breasts that were not my breasts, or, what amounted to imagine is that my masseuse, who was in a corner of the mat, giving us back, it was reassuring to his nature not to break out in a pearly rain on my body burning.

I think I had not bothered to feel his warm tribute spilling on my skin.

Decided that enough was enough, he could not prolong my agony over Javier rejoins my body, calmer, more relaxed and as Javier, concentrated, now kneeling next to me, his fingers lost in my center, moving in a slurry moist, undulating, open, tighten, loosen, absolve, dissolve all my feelings, my thoughts vanish, I make it flow like a river, make me feel female, try to connect to your pace, distantly hear your gasps, your teen cries while I link it with your hand to mine, your face would look on pleasure, your eyes closed that no one distract you, your buttocks that stand in for Amanda's hand, pleasure at this point you are getting your hands covered oil, see the crescendo of your moans until your sex drives his seed pearl shining on your chest and hands amanda, exploding in a few drops of milk excite me as completely lose track of time and space and dance to my hips are they marked the air drunk lust.

I only hear, while your fingers recovered in my hand, you have not yet awakened, you are there, in your particular dream, but I still have not reached nirvana ... in a way, your pleasure authorizes mine.

And my body responds to fingers Javier, opens to let them penetrate more, open looking for something more consistent than fingers, wait a dagger that penetrates a column of fire that key on the mat, a sudden shock male pelvis, which vibrates my femininity. But I must content myself with my fingers, I let go, accept his touch, I feel in my heart grows warm the ball to be expanding ... I open my legs, I climb the knees as far as I can, come, please come, hear me scream I need you inside me ... but Xavier knows it is not possible. Looking desperate his cock under the slip, is back full-fledged, full, but he knows, and I can not be. My hips move into flooded hand, my hand comes away his slip to display throughout their masculinity, but I fail, I will not distract me, I'm open to his touch, the ball of gold of pleasure runs through my body , up to the breasts, bursts into scrolls, cry more, do not stop, stronger, a new sun is in my heart that burns me, coming out of my body for sex, for the breasts, lungs, I breath away, my legs are closed Javier imprisoning fingers inside me, he insists, feel I could go on indefinitely, but I will not go, I prefer to stay with the need to feel the sex of a man inside me to feel his . I stood, I see your hand in mine even linked, I feel the fingers of my sex Javier leaving puddles.

I look at you, opening your eyes and smiled, you smiled at me and also while I see your sex, relaxed, satisfied, so vulnerable at this time, so far a few minutes ago, when I wished that piercing ... breathe deeply pleased to have been there every second of that bitterly cold winter morning, full of sensuality and lusty sex between a man and a woman deeply embedded and two caring strangers.

Look at me, I pray, hug me, tell me, would be here with you all day in this garden of five senses open to each stimulus, each full smile, sincere, tender.

We hugged, while Amanda and Javier discreetly leave the room

We smile

We go back to being ourselves.

As I took off my boots, black pants adjusted my fake leather and my green shirt was slowly returning to remember last night, full of lust and secrets, full of love, desire, dangerous and exhausting game, again heating mechanism motors, again felt the waves of desire that invaded my body.

You soon get found face down on the mat, waiting, near your golden skin and your shoulders young and strong, for so many nights I had hung with sighs and groans endless, full of laughter and gasps charmingly childish accomplices.

I'm here with you, I hope you come soon, I need a kiss, wet, long, deep, the truth is that I like to enjoy some time with you, alone, at the expense of suppressing our Thai massage session.

You feel my need of you, maybe you too need to feel me, you join a little, I sit up a little, my breasts are raised off the mat, are proud of me stroking, pinching your fingers lost the areola, kiss me I cause your tongue, kiss you back

You say that you're on plan, with my naked caressing my breasts the view of children, your center which has been awakened in the middle adolescent male hormone cocktail, I want to see, show me love, I ask you, you join a little more, and Ali was, waiting, with your penis tense, anxious, ready to stick in my mind with the push of your masculinity polished by many experiences and so many women in need of love, communication, lust unleashed.

The door opens and lets the masseuse, Brazil's mysterious that we had received input discretely and his companion, a very young boy as nervous or more than me.

I looked at him sideways, barely glimpsed, I did not watch it, wanted it to be nothing more than a body, hands, not a face, a mouth eyes ... a body, and anointed in oil, was rubbing on me, a mouth was blowing in my ear, I said: Hi, my name is Javier, eyes that felt stuck in my body that could only see his back.

It was the first time I played a stranger, was the first time I was without clothes to anyone other than my partner, but showing my naked body could only think of what would be causing you and the masseuse, who trembled and his legs around my right leg while sliding through his fingers leaving the essential oil that made me shudder.

He felt, how could he feel? his manhood, sex straight into the slip, hard, anxious, was something that had to happen, but it did not ... it was a tribute to me, of course, but it was a new situation, exciting, with whom he did not know what do. He was supposed to touch? the rules were clear, it would be a sensual massage, bodybody, without sex. But what could I do, what was I to do with sex that crashed into my leg, and felt, erect, swollen and firm, eager to fulfill its function, to penetrate, to enter my body, emptying into it.

And, as he felt his erection brushing against my thighs, I was wondering if you had foreseen, and if you were going to accept, or you get angry (it's a massage without sex, I said). Go and tell that to the young manhood of Javier!

I looked in your eyes, open, this time focused on me, on me, to travel, to identify and keep a detail of every breath, every movement of my lips, my hips, my legs trembling and ahead of ecstasy.

(Continued)

He opened his eyes after a moment, not yet fully recovered, seeing as the masseur kneeling between the legs Luisa open, staring, hand lost 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, her mouth was grasping as their sex. He saw the pleasure from the outside as a spectator, something that was not their responsibility, something that transcended that did not require anything. Felt like her own pleasure, without jealousy, without anxiety, because I 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, make you relax me now, and so these quiet to see her, said while he was at the feet of him, stroking her sex with a smile. I felt his hand running over her cock, covering it with oil, cold touch of oil in their eggs in the ass, while she did not separate the hands of her 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 your body that accompanied him in his sighs that reinforced the atmosphere of sensuality of the room.

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

We were not far from ecstasy, let them speak the exegete of the sculpture of Saint Teresa, Bernini, what happened to Louise at the time:

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

El sexo de ella iba al encuentro de la mano que la aprisionaba, los labios de ella mordian los dedos del masajista, el le cogió la mano imbricando los dedos como hacian cuando hacian el amor, y eso fue en cierto modo la señal. La mano de ella se cerró en torno a la suya, como si hubiese esperado la aprobacion de el para dejarse ir, se miraron y en unos gritos apenas disfrazados llegó su placer, interminable. Enlazo los orgasmos hasta que aparto la mano del masajista, y se acercó a él. Se abrazaron, mientras Amanda les decía: nosotros salimos, os quedais el tiempo que querais, y nos llamais.

Y alli se quedaron ambos, sobre el tatami que olía a incienso, aceite y sexo, abrazados, recuperando la respiración.

El le preguntó: estas bien, vida? si que estoy bien, y tu? encantado, amor, estoy encantado.

Probablemente al poco rato hubiesen vuelto a hacer el amor ellos dos, hacer el amor por deseo, por necesidad de tenerse una vez mas

pero esa es otra historia

[The] I feel you beating in my member, you get up a bit, taking support on my knees, buttocks showing me outright, a dark ass brushed his fingers, and back, triumphant, my cock purple, oily, shiny, which is shows in his power, which dominates in its fullness you look at me while I enjoy your sight, your eyes bright.

[It] Back to sink into me, unstoppable, undeniable, a gesture repeated endlessly and eternally new.

[The] Wait you say, and throw the dash to your sex, you move trying to reach the mine, you do not succeed, I feel the force of water in eggs, and I fear that his strength hurt me, my hand on yours, I am writing to my perineum, to the ass too, that dark unknown place.

[She] feel your body tense, and I reply, appreciative, voluntarily, with an internal contraction as a wink, a kiss of your sex to mine. Do you like, right, wolf? I know you like, look, I'm calling to me, enterito, hard, swollen, you are in me and I will not drop.

[The] And I want to finish, I say unto you now, love, and will send the water in your power to your lips, to the little tongue that appears there where they meet the key to your sex, where it all begins, Now you who are tense, you who pressed my sex, are your involuntary undulations that make me, those that create the feelings deep inside, that make you feel my orgasm form, grow, while I hear your cries of cat in zeal, your purring with pleasure, I feel the rising sap sex love in the movements of your hips, inner rubbing, almost motionless, your skin ... until inwardly, deeply, you feel that you contract environs of my dick , squeeze your legs to my hips, tighten your buttocks, and loose, a two, several times, as my body will respond, I can not I control the rise of my milk, the overflow in your body, my spasms and my moans joined to yours, in a communion of the senses, but also spiritual.

[The two] We stood together, united, recovering, while slowly the tub begins to overflow ...

[The] closes, do something ...

[She] I can not love, I can not move, I'm welded to you.

[The] Vaaa, run, then we play fetch water. And I see that, slowly, you join, my body still tense, out of you, while the love pours out of your sex, leaving a trail in the water white. Turn off the tap. I close my eyes.

[She] I'm down to your body, to meet you, to hug every integer as I feel your hands up towards my own, intertwined with strength, you kiss on the mouth, without opening his eyes, escapes from your lips you I love and my exhales a sigh, I love you, life, love you

Te pienso, nos pienso en una playa (eso si, del mediterraneo, no nos imagino para nada en una playa oceánica, sea esta atlántica o pacífica), regreso pues a la playa, hace sol, estamos desnudos, me da un poco de verguenza no tanto mi desnudo, si mi cuerpo, ya un poco demasiado redondo, ya un poco demasiado colgante. Te miro, joven, dorada, gloriosa al sol, tus pelines rubios señalando, resaltando el camino de tu sexo, tu tatuaje, pequeño, discreto, en tonos solares (rojo, amarillo), circular (no se lo que es, no lo veo bien desde aqui, tal vez una flor, tal vez un animal imaginario, lo busqué para ti, lo elegimos juntos en un tatuador de la Ciudad Vieja) entre el ombligo y el pubis.

Has salido del agua ahora mismo, brillan aun las gotas saladas en tu piel, me acerco a ti, pongo mis labios en tu brazo, noto su sabor marino, su gusto salado que tanto me recuerda tu miel, el sonido de las olas, lento, fuerte, sosegado como un acto de amor que no tuviese fin. Recorro el brazo hasta el pliegue del codo, deposito alli un beso que te pone la piel de gallina, te oscurece las fresas de los pezones, hace que un escalofrio de deseo recorra tu cuerpo. Levanto los ojos, te veo mirando mi cara, tus ojos, fijos en los mios. Tus labios se mueven, mudos, sé lo que estan diciendo, dos palabras: te quiero.

Me levanto, te tomo de la mano, entramos los dos en el agua, está tibia, nos abraza, nos recorre, nos oculta, nos miramos y nos unimos en un beso inacabable. Tu sientes mi urgencia, mi deseo fuertemente erguido contra tus muslos, lo tomas suavemente con la mano, lo acaricias, lo moldeas, abres un poco las piernas y lo introduces en tu cuerpo, suavemente, lentamente y al mismo tiempo, con toda la fuerza del mar. Nos movemos, despacio, en una danza acompañada de las olas, empujandolas y siendo empujados por ellas.

Me susurras: nos estaran viendo? pues claro que nos ven, probablemente imaginan tambien lo que estamos haciendo, pero de cintura para arriba somos una pareja – una mas – que se besa en el agua. Y mi cuerpo siente la subida imparable del placer, tu me conoces, sabes leerme, ves que se cierran mis ojos, que se tensa mi cuerpo, pasas tus piernas detras de mi cintura, las anudas, las aprietas, siento tu cuerpo que abraza mi sexo, fuertemente, imparablemente, gozosamente. Ya no me puedo mover, aunque mi pelvis te hunde, te penetra, te perfora cuando sientes de pronto, dentro de ti, mi luz, mi sol, mi esencia que te baña. Quedate, me dices, no te muevas, sienteme como te siento. Somos uno.

Barcelona, Galicia, 2010

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