AbrilRoman

A few years ago, I concentrated only on my work, I worked practically all day, but I didn't blame myself, I loved my work, but that limited me to meeting people and having fun.. Speaking to friends, some of them said they used vibromasseurs frequently, I had never thought of using one, when it was my toucher, I did it only with my hands, but the experiences and the way they told it made it seem wonderful.. One day, I was excited and I started to look in certain sex-shops for a toy I wanted, vibrateurs, ventouses, goddesses, I saw descriptions, until I found le vibrateur rose classique et sans hésitation je le commande. The delivery was about to take place.. 48 hours. I didn't want to pay for a quick delivery, these two days I suffered, I had very hot, every rose of the cloth, with my nipples, it made them hard, I went to the toilet and my panties were a little wet, I had very much desire to have it in my hands, I couldn't take it anymore.. Finally he was here, I came out of his box, when I felt in my hands a frisson, I went into my room, I stood before him and I slowly removed my clothes, all in admiration.. I'm on my own. With the vibromasseur I've made the tour of my body, descending my neck, my breasts, I've run my tits with, they become hard, I'll start from the basics, I've therefore selected a programme where the trunk. I'm going to go slowly and slowly, my body is going to be moving slowly, every inch of my body is moving slowly, until I reach my chat, feeling the vibration towards my heart, I'm going to be moving faster, I'm going to be rubbing my vulva, completely. I've placed some cushions on the sun face to mirror, I've opened my legs, from one bout to the other, revealing completely my chatte mouillée, I've worn the vibromasseur to my mouth, goûtant un peu mes fluides et éprouvant cette sensation de vibration dans ma bouche. I've got the bout of my open chat and I've touched it, cherchant my clitoris with my little ears, what made me frissoner. My breathing began to be rapid and irregular,. My little doll was accelerating my pace faster and faster. My groans were heard all over the house. My roommate was not there. I'd touch my breasts, while you looked at me, I'd slice them, you'd pass from one to the other, you'd take my nipples between my fingers and you'd stretch them, pinch them, if I could.. I caught them and put them in my mouth, I like to see myself every time I play, but this time it was a little different, I liked it more until my body froze, my legs trapped, leaving my vibromasseur still lit on me, and a great moan came out of my mouth. My throat, the pleasure it consumes me at this precise moment, a few moments later another big groan, the ears of my clitoris made me crazy.. The cushions under me were completely damp there where they dropped every drop of my moisture.. I was resting for a few minutes, looking at my body, relaxing in the mirror, passing my fingers on certain parts of my body.. It was the orgasm I had liked the most.. All the week I've spent testing my limits thanks to the little toy.,

Dirty games or pain games?

That day, that night, I felt my senses beat to unison in an ocean of flavors and assaisonnements.. Andy, what was his name, he came back to the room and carried me in his arms to the kitchen, sitting on a chair next to the refrigerator, everything was so erotic, so sublime, it was my best night.. He started to put the crème pâtissière on the bout of my nose, while with his right hand he parcourait my obliques et mes courbes.. I slowly licked the English cream, my senses were flying and my vagina was on the point of exploding.. My breasts were vibrating when I was shaking my sweet milk, my torse was moving to the rhythm of a sweet melody that was playing on the radio, and everything was so romantic.. He peeled a banana and bit me in the mouth, then gave me a tender kiss and let me drop the banana in my mouth.. What a delightful moment, my sweat was already too strong, my mouth suddenly groaned.. He had a piece of milanese in his mouth and he was watching me.. Ensuite, he poured himself a chocolate and I said: "You're hungry or you're going to make me l'amouril" "Simply stop drinking and sprinkle the chocolate bottle on my face, all while licking what's left on my face".. What a pleasure, my God, all that I dreamed of was this man, someone who wants me as I am and who puts me in chocolate.. I'd say no, but I'm not ashamed to deny that I loved it, I loved having it between my legs while it penetrated my lips, while it opened my flesh, while it kissed my mouth softly and subtly and clung firmly to my waist.. Between gémissement et gémissement, goutte à goutte, the skin ramps up because this orgasm is almost there, which fills my eyes with pleasure. When I feel spasms in my mouth I may cry, I may scratch myself, I may bite myself, I may look at myself, I may be happy to fill my mouth with honey, and then my body calls me to love.. We kissed, we bit, we undressed, we groaned, we were haletons, for pleasure, despite, for pleasure, for p**** or whatever you want to call it.. And yes, I liked it, he put me as he wanted, as I wanted, as I left, as it penetrated me more, as he felt more, he opened me, he licked me and spat on me, on my knees, it didn't make me sick to spit on it. Puttin' and puttingtin' in my mouth, passin' it in the middle of my breasts, licking my gland, *****. I mounted him, I mounted him and he held my breasts, I euburiffed my hair and discovered my face, he touched me, stimulated me with his fingers and gave them to me to try, I had good taste, I felt good, it was rich and pleasant. You love that. You demand it.. vous n'avez aucune idée de combien? .. I said you don't read my gestures, my moans, those grimaces I make when I come in and I come out:. Imposant with your legs wide open with your vulve full of my chat. With your mouth that groans, with your lips that bite, with your belly that vibrates, I like to have you like that with my hands open and holding your feet for enter for my happy pleasure. I love to attack like this while I look at how everything enters you and you like it like you open your mouth by sitting my gland frayer a chemin dans les parois of your lips. You like to feel my chair gonflée enfouie jusqu'au fond, your twins and your sobs of pleasure and I like to see you m'apprécier ainsi. I love having you like this and I'll never stop saying that kissing you like this is entering paradise.. I'm going to heaven to feel your vulve tremble. I like to have my legs open, ready to endure my attacks.. And that you come again and again to ask me for your milk and that I docily throw it out. I asked myself: why did I make you think that we swore to be in good and bad times? I was in good hands, in a good language, and you already owe me a lot.. Revenge is a dish that is eaten cold, but I wanted to eat it hot..

stress at work

He's suffering from work stress and I can think of a thousand ways to take it off.

I like to think of him even if I have no news of him during the day. I can't help but imagine him arriving at his residence with his fatigue at its maximum. Seeing you are two totally in v, and seeing the tension of your muscles due to the stress that you live with every day, passing your fingers along your cou and doing a little massage while you kiss all the available parts of your two.

One of my hands goes down along his ribs and finds him erect, perfect to play with him, but he can no longer contain himself and turns around and grabs me by the buttocks very hard, holds me against him and tells me in the ear "you are mine" and lies on the bed with him, taking off my shorts (I don't wear shorts) and putting on my panties. no usual underwear) as fast as possible and opening my legs as wide as he can, and taking what he has long belonged to.

au moment où sa langue touche mon clitoris, je ressens de l'électricité le long de ma colonne vertébrale, which makes me groan loudly and say to him "oui, tu peux tout manger", which leads me to give him one of those little bouchées which make you jump from pleasure.

When I reacted, I already had 3 of his fingers in me, his tongue continued to taste me until I could not do it anymore and I grabbed him by the hair and told him his name accompanied by a "how good it is that you do it to me!" speeding my heart to a thousand, giving me the orgasm of my life.

But now it was my turn, I had desired him so long in silence, that I allowed myself to enjoy every inch of him, I didn't really care what he wanted at that moment, I only cared to have him for me, so I began to kiss him, his rich lips They had my smell and my taste.. I was a little negligent and I started to play with my breasts, biting them, licking them, I was so dumb to look at him, and then I lost sight of everything I wanted to do..

When I regained control of myself, I continued to kiss him, descending slowly on all his chest until reaching his abdomen, profiting from each part, from the aroma of chemical products and sweat that poured from his skin, until I finally found him... I did it right.. I wanted, because above what was left of the panties, we could feel at what point she was hard and hot, so I relâchée and I began to embrace her environment while my hand began to work.. I wanted to play with his gland first but he wanted everything in me, so he put his head on my head, and I started to suck his dick without stopping, from time to time I lifted my eyes to see his face and how I liked it... That's what I liked the most.. That excited me, until he could no longer contain it. And it ended in my mouth, running on my lips and my body, liberating everything from stress..