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A warm goodbye

25 minutes before I had to go to work, I realized that I had to leave the apartment if I wanted to arrive on time. I checked my bag for my keys and turned to look for Abigail. I found her resting on the couch, still wearing her pajamas. It was a dark pink shade with a lighter shade of flowers, and although the weather was no longer cold, it was made of a plush fabric.. Sometimes I think she wears it because she is afraid to wear a shorter one suitable for the weather, afraid to show more skin.

Even though we have shared moments where we have been naked, we haven't yet reached the confidence to be in underwear in front of each other.

I was in a hurry because I was getting late, and she wasn't going to leave home today, so I was going to spend the day at home. I watched her closely, radiant as always, with that smile that captivates me so much, with those lips that encourage me to kiss her. I approached to give her a farewell kiss, but as our lips met, I put a hand on her crotch. She received my caress by biting my tongue slightly, so I began to gently rub my palm over her sex through her clothes. Our lips joined in a passionate kiss that was only interrupted when we ran out of air in our lungs.

I found her lying down, her eyes closed, delighting in my caresses while my hand continued to caress her intimate area.. My mouth went to her chest and clung to her right nipple while I inserted my hand between her pajamas and panties. It was wet and ready, I could feel the moisture through the fabric and started stroking it again. Now only the thin fabric of her panties prevented my hand from directly touching her skin.. I proceeded carefully, first one finger and then another, watching her reactions to see where she liked to be touched.. When her legs trembled, I whispered in her ear while still holding her breast in my mouth: "I hit the right spot".

She just smiled and kept enjoying. My fingers moved faster to the beat of her breath, experiencing a sublime sensation as I perceived how she trembled as she reached climax.. It was a fantastic experience to feel her wetness soaking her underwear, while listening to her gasps close to my ear was like witnessing an act of pure magic.. It all seemed surreal to bring her to climax that way. I continued to stroke her more slowly for a few additional minutes, until she stood up and began to stroke my erection over her pants.. Without hesitation, he opened the bra and released my member to take it in his hand and return the favor.

I was excited and I ejaculated in the palm of his hand after a few minutes. I quickly cleaned myself and hurried out, aware that I would be late for my engagement. I promised that in the afternoon, when I returned, we would resume what we had left pending.

🔥,-*' ^ '~*-.,_,.-*~ Margarita Salazar ~*-.,_,.-*~' ^ '*-,🔥

You want me at a distance

On the warmest nights, when the cold is present, your memory slides in my mind like a whirlwind of passion. Every passionate kiss we share seems to come alive, turning me on just by thinking about them. The intensity of your eyes, reflecting the limitless desire we shared, transports me to a place where only you and I existed, without obstacles or barriers to stop us. The sneak visits to your office, the morning or evening greetings that filled me with energy, the wasted moments that only existed in my mind..

All that's in the past. Now, my preference is to daydream and imagine yourself as the protagonist of stories that only you and I know. Every time I dive into a warm bath, I am transported to the feeling of that day in your car or the overflowing passion we shared in secret places.. I don't know if we'll live those moments again, but I wish with all my being that it will be. I hope that fear and stress do not invade us, and that we can enjoy every moment as if it were our last, giving ourselves completely to the passion that unites us. I do not regret what we have lived through, and if you ask me if I would repeat it, the answer is a resounding yes. I am at your disposal, ready to fulfill all your wishes, like the lamp of Aladdin. These are my midnight confessions, my thoughts are on you right now.

🔥,-*' ^ '~*-.,_,.-*~ Ann jewel ~*-.,_,.-*~' ^ '*-,🔥

complete unknown

We had been chatting online for the past few weeks, after matching on a dating app. After exchanging some photos and upbeat messages in the early morning, we finally agreed on our desire to meet in person. The next Saturday, around midnight, I received a text message on my cell phone announcing the arrival of the stranger in my apartment.. From my window on the third floor, I could see him outside, leaning on the hood of his polarized goltrend, smoking a cigarette while waiting for the. I hurried down the stairs to meet him. He was dark-skinned, warm-skinned, and much taller than me, possibly over five feet. Her short dark hair had a slight curl, and her face featured a pretty nose and fleshy lips.. He quit smoking when he saw me and was wearing a black T-shirt with a small crocodile embroidered on the chest, along with dark straight-cut pants.. Although his expression was serious, his face lit up as he smiled when he greeted me. We introduced ourselves and greeted each other with a kiss on the cheek.

My outfit consisted of an Arctic Monkeys t-shirt, combined with a mini skirt that highlighted my hips and buttocks, along with matching black ankle boots.. My legs looked a little pale, highlighting some bruises and scratches on my knees, details that some find attractive. We got into the car and took a ride, keeping a fluid conversation about various common interests while he drove. It was a pleasure to chat with such a charming man, we shared the same sense of humor and I found his intelligence and insight very attractive.. The details of the encounter, though pleasant, seemed almost trivial compared to what was to come.. We arrived at the city reservoir, a quiet and lonely place with large green spaces, where you could feel the freshness of the water in the distance. The night seemed perfect, with the possibility to admire the lights of the city from there, creating an ideal atmosphere. Beside me, that man whose name.

🔥,-*' ^ '~*-.,_,.-*~ Ann jewel ~*-.,_,.-*~' ^ '*-,🔥

A very romantic week on a cruise.

From Barcelona to Athens Cruise we went, in library, swimming pool and ballroom we appeared. On the evenings on deck watching the starry sky, you look very beautiful with that pareo and wet hair.

You got your eye on a mulatto stewardess.

From her breasts, buttocks and legs you strived to make a detailed assessment. Her big dark eyes, along with her fleshy lips, provoke you to an intense desire. You throw an insinuating look at her to let her know that you are interested in having a threesome with me. In the early morning there is no one in the stern, we meet about two, in that area, to give him a blow. Marga, the stewardess, arrives with a white bikini, Sonia, my wife, receives her with a little bit of

hugging her by a side. While standing, Sonia, skinny and gives her a sincere kiss, I sit on the floor and Marga lick her ass. I suck well the brown clam with pink lips, and three piercings in the form of a hoop on her clitoris and slit, well attached. Sonia works ears, neck, nipples and navel, 20086574 I focus on calves, thighs, eyelet and clam; her beggar broths. The laziness has already come, the body is shaking, it trembles, it rests its legs on my face and it sows viscous broths. I lie on a hammock and invite her to ride me, Marga is placed on me, looking at Sonia and begins to fuck me. My wife doesn't waste a second in licking clam and sausage, sucks and sucks with fury, seems to be under a spell. I squirt, buzzing strongly the chumino Marga, filling her bowels with a good discharge. I decouple and a little, comes out my lechada, that chocolate bun with cream, my wife sips it and is delighted. In that week of Crucero Marga, Sonia and a server, we repeated the story, in many places, even in a dressing room. We became so intimate that one day on land, Marga introduced us to her mulatto, which made my wife very bitch.