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For urged , Phones at the end of post 1: Ms. Rius

The photos do not have much to do with the post or with Cleo, who is dark, but they are a girl that I love.

with Cleo keep doing what we do in these cases.

As they say in Chile, she "was making all efforts." And do not look like a negative assessment, she was making all efforts, too and we were having nice though ...

Should I say I was having a fine?

As I say, I was having very well.

Not so much what she did (except when I scratch his back), for what I did, returning to his skin. I loved his touch.

And if, when touched with some emphasis also seemed that his body responded. At least one of (several ) Times you had an orgasm, I thought it was possible that this time she had arrived. It can be a pompous male thinking (I am). Again, other times not say that she also had not had an orgasm, I'm saying is that this time was different, cut, as it were, by a different pattern. Less words, less "oh yes, baby, drill more, there, ahh," and if more action on the other hand, the greater your response.

But again, it is not a criticism of the simulation

In this case, and in this situation, unknown body, timed, is more than justified. So the lord is going home happy, which is the main purpose.

But as you know by my other posts "simulation as an act of love ", I think, be bad if the simulation is a custom in some case in point is good, just and necessary.

If that is true, as I said above, that at least one of the times, she caressed me, I caressed her, and that his body tensed and stretched full length, folded his hands pinning her legs and remained so still, and then curled up (I love that word) in my arms, asking me not to touch ...

So we were very happy Cleo and me, caressing, (more I her she to me, and that's by choice, she felt a bit false, I think, because I felt I should be me and not her honored But I is that I like as well. I like to caress the body, walking, giving kisses ... must be I'm half girl.

But the truth is that I wanted the moment lasted, and I knew if we spent a to big words, it would end sooner than expected (this time there was Priligy save him), because between the softness of her body, and viscosity lubricant, as we pusiesemos this, would last half a minute. The truth is I'm a bad lover, but a customer easy, because I just the slightest hint, one touching a little support, I believe that with a mischievous look suffice to have an orgasm. And so I was at that time.

I was already ready, and felt the need to end, time passed, I told Cleo that said the same, already played, I reach under the pillow and put me a condom, pull tube back and introduced me to it. His body was hard and fibrous on the outside was like inside, how wet was facilitated my body slide on yours, imprisoning me so that I saw two movements would not resist. And he wanted time stopped as well. I suggested a change of position, returning to the missionary life. But the truth is that there either, feeling her breasts as the statue of the first post, and imprisoning my body, I decided it was my day (I had not done the same with a lover who was to "look good", although if he had not achieved) and let me go. And let me go, those launched in the lower abdomen, the ball of fire in the pelvis, the fire of the pulsations of my body, the strain on his ... she said nothing while, so grateful, I really like comments like: well, now, give him all I want your cum, I seem artificial. Do not bother me, but I'm distracted.

Was the orgasm of my life? No, I think that's what we need to know more my body, which sometimes takes me close to orgasm and that can only be achieved with practice.

Probably the orgasms of my life have been the second or even third, when the urge is not the desire. This was the first, there was more time to try another day ... time for more?

continue with the very same Sra.Rius

I liked the dish I prepared with the new recipe? how I have my new hairstyle? do you think the 4 × 4 that I bought? all this is expected to answer with a yes enthusiastically. Although the dish is salty, messy hair, and the 4 x 4 exaggeration, even in the field.

And that we do because we are educated. Because we were taught to lie from little ones, for education and as a way to eliminate stress and live in society. Clear that the listener can believe that our words are true, and continues to spew too much salt, hairstyles like a porcupine, and showing, standing on its 4 × 4, which still has hair above the pasture. But ... should we be the ones who will open our eyes? It may even be a matter of taste and we like bland food, long hair, and sports cars. Why are we going to believe in possession of the truth?

Now, granted the premise, change of pace. We are in bed, let boy, girl, do not care, and we see that our partner, loving and full of attention for us over, but yet we want to stop halfway, and continues there, give you hit, forced which cycling route up the Tourmalet, sweat, work, but we now going to be no. Because he (or she) has been later improved because the light is up or the kid has a few tenths, the case will give us a bit alike.

So what do we do?

We can say, hey honey, you're tired (or tired) and better leave it there. And the love keeps the fly behind the ear, and wondering what has gone wrong, or one (or one) can do ah, aah, aaahhhhh, clinging to the other, every muscle tense, and that's it. The love sighs rested, has crowned the top of the partner's orgasm, and you can put to rest.

Is that wrong?.

I rather think it is an act of good education if the relationship is not very strong, or if it is love. Strengthens relationships, rather than planting bad feeling

Mind you, I'm not saying that simulation should be "instead of" but must be "well." And every day, but have you ever? What's wrong with that?

Personally I simulated orgasms (so that men can not is a fallacy), and I know positively that I have provided simulations that Sarah Bernhardt had signed no muss. And I know because an orgasm makes the female body as a courts undisguised as the way of the bandits for the Sheriff. You have to know how to read, though.

But if I have been infinitely grateful to my partner that I lied, that his cries were to brighten your day, because that task was becoming endless, and because I knew the next day with renewed energy reemprenderiamos, and ohs and ahs , that time, would leave the back of her throat and body.

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