TriniShely

All day without panties.

The truth is, lately I've been getting in my own way a lot, almost daily.. They're quick-witted straws, no matter the time or place.. The routine is the same, at a certain time of day I decide it's time to masturbate, I suck my fingers right into my conchita and then after I run them a couple of times up and down I'm wet.. Sometimes I play with the in and out for a while, other times I just do my clitoris.. Sometimes I come, sometimes I don't.. To tell you the truth, I only care about touching myself, no matter the outcome.. But that morning I woke up with something else in mind, I wanted to play a little.. I was masturbating almost automatically and this time, I felt like taking my time.. I had a long day ahead of me, because I had a double shift at work, plus training and a few trips downtown.. So I decided I'd walk around all day without my panties on, see how I was doing.. I put on my uniform, and as I was finishing up my work, I had an electric current running through my body.. My work pants are loose, so my whole private area was pretty loose and comfortable, but for some reason with every step I took, I felt my shell contract and consequently get wet.. Oh, my God, if I was getting wet at 6 a.m., how was I gonna end the day without getting wet?

The morning at work was typical, sometimes a lot to do and sometimes nothing.. Those were my favorites because I was just sitting there and they definitely helped me get my arousal down a little bit.. I got my time out and went to the locker room to change, my second job was waiting for me.. I took off my uniform and I could see how wet my pants were in the private parts, I pulled it up to my face to smell it and yes, you could definitely smell the excitement in the remains of my fluids. Holy God, a new wave of electricity swept my whole body and my nipples protested by getting erect, they too began to demand attention. I tried to ignore all that, took my new uniform, got dressed, and headed to the building where I was awaiting another six hours of exciting torture.. As expected, I spend the whole shift with the shell wet.. I've never had such a hard time concentrating on my tasks, it was like my body wouldn't let me think.. I don't know why walking around with no underwear had that effect, but I certainly didn't think it was that bad when I thought about it in the morning.. At one point, trying to pull down a folder from a top shelf, I rub my private area with the edge of the desk.. Uff, that's what I didn't expect. That little touch felt so delicious, I had no choice but to repeat it.. As soon as I make sure no one comes near, I'll stand in the corner of the desk and start rubbing myself.. A couple of moves was enough to set me on fire, I bit my tongue to hold back my moans, I didn't want anyone to find out I was doing that, mainly because I didn't want to stop.. After a few minutes, I heard my partner approach, so I stopped.. If I hadn't, I would have definitely had an orgasm right there, rubbing myself against the desk in my uniform..

After the longest six hours of my life, it's time to go to the gym.. I almost didn't, but I felt guilty missing it, so I went anyway.. I was wearing a black top that definitely looked good on my breasts and a pair of matching shorts.. Of course I wore the pants tightly between the grooves of my buttocks, to make them look better, and consequently I also had the pants tightly between my conchita's lips.. If before walking excited me, now doing it with the friction of the fabric was a completely different and rich pleasure.. The good thing about being in the gym is that a lot of people scream and at some point moan when they lift a lot of weight, so my moans (even if they were pleasurable) would go unnoticed.. I started my workout by warming up and then I went straight to the weights, with every exercise I did I felt my belly contract, my nipples tighten and my whole body with chicken skin, the electricity was no longer a passing wave, it was a constant sensation throughout my body. I was doing squats, with a lot of weight on my back, when I saw in the mirror an extremely handsome brunette doing hip trust, if I hadn't had an orgasm at work, I would definitely have had one at the gym.. He was able to stealthily synchronize our movements, so when he went down I went down, so we both went up at the same time, which meant we moaned at the same time.. Probably the groan from the physical exertion, me from how excited I was..

Every time I went up, the fabric of the shoe seemed to get in even more, my pelvis was contracting even more (if that was possible) and the moans that were initially shy, ended up getting out of hand without any problems. a squat, a whimper. Another squat, oh yeah. Another squat, ahhhh, another, ahhhh. For squat number ten, my legs were flailing and not necessarily from the weight, I could feel my conchita expelling its juices without any problems.. I left the bar in place, and leaned against the mirror as I tried to regulate my breathing.. I had had one of the most intense orgasms in a long time, and I had done it in the middle of a training class, surrounded by people and not even touching me.. I was far from calm, but on the contrary, I was even hornier than ever.. I decided that enough was enough. I had to get home and give myself the best straw.. As soon as I dare to go to the door, he strips me naked.. He squeezed my breasts so hard they were red. I needed hands, hands all over my body.. I kept learning, playing with my nipples, and I headed to the table, to do the same thing I had done at work.. My God, it feels so good.. I was soaked and my swollen clitoris was grateful for every movement, every friction with the hard surface.. I lean towards the table, leaning my torso on it, I get on my toes to hold my ass a little bit longer and start running my fingers through my little slit, my fluids were so much that they served to lubricate the entrance of my butt. I was so excited that I needed to give me pleasure in every way possible, so without thinking twice I stuck a finger in my asshole and oh my god, how rich it felt.. Play a lot of time, in and out, moving it in..

My shell was getting wetter and wetter and more eager for attention so much so I stopped and went to my room to find the realistic dildo I have. I put the soup on the floor and I put it on, I got in without any problem and to tell you the truth I was a little disappointed, I was so wet and so open that that dildo felt a little bit like the minute I got in.. At that moment I thought it was time to buy a bigger and thicker one without a doubt. I start moving, I start riding on that silicone dick frantically and desperately.. Oh yeah, yeah yeah. I kept screaming, moaning, I was out of my mind.. Increase the pace of my movements even more. Yes yes, ohhh yes. I could just scream and ride that dildo like my life depended on it.. I can't tell you how long I was so frantic and I only stopped when at last I felt my body explode with pleasure, my whole body tense and I started to tremble in spasms that accompanied the rhythm of the fluids leaving my body.. I kept moving on my dildo, at a slower pace, while the orgasm was doing its thing.. And even then, completely sensitive, continue for a while longer, just by inertia.. After a while, I got out of that position and went straight to the shower. After such a day, I needed it..

Sexologist par excellence I called you back. I'm a prisoner of the flesh of your thighs. Listening to you is the mythical morbidity of this goat entity. The weightlessness drags me into the maze.. More than a drug addict, the free fall takes me to the center of the earth and I wish to continue towards the disembodied abyss. I'm gonna lick the amphora that quenches this stifling thirst.. ¿You think in your hands like the algae that sink into lust I can escape the night larva that perfumes you why turn on the light in front of these fleeting smiles of stars because you perceive me shipwrecked on the dream island you subjugate my phallic ego. ¿Oh, how poisonous are the stings of your forgetting these golden breasts I only drink melancholy.

Something must die when something is born; it must be smothered, and its substance sucked out to be irrigation or lactation in which other is your urgency. There will be no other moment than when I embrace you while I bite the candid abundance of your two breasts; there will be no other instance when your body with my body will be bound; I will not enter again into the fracturing throat of your alpine sex. You wake up with another light; I quit.. My slaughtered ardor raises your altar, my repressed hunger feeds you, and the desert of my bed cementes you..

I look at you, in front of me, sitting. Your lustful gaze has fixed on my pants. You wet your lips, giving me an erection almost instantly. I come to you, your gluttonous hands pull my dick out. You eagerly put it in your mouth.. You suck it up.. - You know what?.. - What?.. My hands on your head make you beat.. Fuck your mouth... I'm going to bed... My dick in your mouth.. My mouth on your pussy. I can feel your wet tongue. I can feel your teeth brushing. My tongue licks your pussy, making its way between your lips. I wet my fingers in your moisture and fuck you with them while you keep licking and eating it while I play with my balls.. I eat your pussy while my fingers fuck you.. I feel you contract in a deep orgasm... While my hot semen fills your mouth.

I need to touch you and you touch me, feel the comfort of my dick between your legs, get wet and together we reach heaven. You claim to be your companion, while you only want comfort and pleasant pain, I penetrate you and wetter you ask me not to stop, I'm about to explode, when only with your moans I fill you with my semen and my desire to continue, you scratch my back and squeeze me with your legs, leaving me locked up In the prison of your veins. You want more of me, you grab my dick and squeeze it, you test it over and over, giving me pleasure, you want to merge our souls back into one desire, passion, satisfaction and love are forgotten. You're a complete and complete woman. I don't care about your past, as long as your future is to seek pleasure together..

I can't, I shouldn't and I don't want to stop wishing you with the most immeasurable desire of the universe, come to me I have everything to give you the best of my being, eager to give you love and passion. . ¡How good it feels to come down, how slowly you enter my body, warm, alive, in my body, from you springing like a fountain, burning with you, because you came hidden under the wind, naked in the wind, and on my eyelids ends, double, your flight. ¡How hot your arm is. It's already burning in my chest.. You spilled all of yourself in my eyes.. You are already in my flesh, under the tree of my pulse, in its shadow under sleep: in the deepest sleep, how sure of my rest, you will finally rule your kingdom! - I'm not. But I run, I jump free of myself, I run away with my blood, I free myself, and to you the magic crept in, I left you again alone in the wind, looking for a new prison for your body.

I'm gonna tell you my boldest secret. Come tell me yours. And we'll put them into practice.. I went from a rhythmic, feline step to gentle, agile, rough strides, with something animal and divine in the barefoot dancer.. Her skirt was a rose skirt, on her breasts, two shields.. Stuffed with cases and stuff.. The barefoot dancer. A thousand delights descended from her breasts to the sunken navel pearl, and began obscene pursuits of strawberry sugars and fig honey.. On one side of the maternity chair were my clowns and my mugs... ¡And they were all selenium and anactoria the barefoot dancer!

If she had said that her embrace was beyond embrace, that in the end her contours would merge, that our flesh would disappear, that we would lose our breath, she and I would be devoured by the same blood and the same insatiable mouth.. To relive that moment of trembling, to have it, to know it and let it go, like a captive bird that we feel flutter under our fingers before releasing it into the air, it's not lust, honey, it's not brutality.. The madness with which I have written you these last days and these last nights, it was not the wild and almost bestial desire of your body, my dear, that then drew me to you.. No, honey, it's not that at all, but the most tender, adorable, compassionate love for your youth, your adolescence and your fragility..

You: I shiver; you, climbing up my back with your fingers; you, climbing up the pores of my being.. And those on my skin too.. You: accident; your hands touching my knees; your lips, colliding with each of my curves. Your tongue in the darkness of my body, without fear of falling into my navel, or getting lost in the depths of my heart. You: thawing; your teeth on my neck biting me a kiss; you, make yours my breasts and my breasts: stirring my breath. You're the breath that stains every mile of my body. You know the perfection of my shortcuts... But you've always been a big fan of choosing the longest, making me wait, convulsing my body while you kissed me from the tip to the beginning of my legs.. Finalmente: Your fingers on my vagina making me think I'm responsible for global warming.. You: fire; I never thought a fire on my skin would be so wet... I never thought I'd want to burn so bad. And the shadows separated again and revealed a body: your hair, thick autumn, sunfall, your mouth and the white discipline of its cannibal teeth, prisoners of flames, your skin of barely golden bread and your eyes of burnt sugar, places where time does not pass, valleys that only my lips They know, moon throat rising to your throat between your breasts, petrified cascade of your neck, plateau of your belly, infinite silver at your side. Your eyes are the fixed eyes of the tiger and a minute later they are the wet eyes of the dog. There are always bees in your hair. Your back flows quietly before my eyes like the bottom of the river in the light of fire. The sleeping waters beat against your clay waist day and night And on your shores, as vast as the sands of the moon, The wind blows in my mouth And its long moan covers with its two grey wings The night of bodies, like the shadow of an eagle. The solitude of the wasteland. Your nails are made of summer glass.. Between your legs is a well of still water, a bay where the night sea stops, a black foam horse, a cave at the foot of the mountain that hides a treasure, the mouth of the oven where hosts are made, open lips, awful and smiling weddings. the shadow and light, the visible and the invisible. There the flesh waits for its resurrection and the day of eternal life.).

Among the shadows of a tropical night, Juliet, a dark woman of Latin fire, danced with the moon. Her skin, warm and silky, was a canvas that told stories of hidden passions.. Every curve of her body seemed carved by desire itself.. In a corner of the city, under the dim light of a lantern, he met Alexander, captivated by the fiery essence of Juliet.. A random touch ignited the spark that had been latent in the air.. Juliet, with eyes that distilled desire, led Alexander into an intimate corner.. The rhythm of sensual music enveloped the atmosphere as their bodies synced in a dance of complicity.. Between complicit laughter and deep glances, the night became complicit in their passionate encounter.. Juliet's hands were exploring Alexander's skin, each caress promising an ecstasy only the Latin heat could offer.. Their lips met in a fiery kiss, where the flavor of coffee and the essence of the night were mixed in an intoxicating cocktail.. The air vibrated with her intimate whispers, and Juliet, with her sensual movements, unleashed a storm of emotions on Alexander.. Between sheets whispering stories of wish fulfillment, their connection intensified, melting into the eternal dance of two souls in search of pleasure.. At dawn, Juliet and Alexander parted with the promise of future encounters, carrying with them the memory of a night where Latin fire and brunette sensuality intertwined, creating a story that would live on in their memories forever.. `✵•.¸,✵°✵.｡.✰ 𝕋 @RUNK0) N 𝕐 𝕊 H 𝔼 𝕃 𝕐 ✰.｡.✵°✵,¸.•✵´

Let's get back to what is eroticism?

It's the pleasure of loving without touching, it's poetry for the soul, it's poetry for the body.. I am the eyes that dress fire the will of your body, and the hands that appropriate your intimacy. I am the discreet sigh that kisses the bristling secrets of your skin, and the vicious mouth that tastes your desire, your desire for a woman. I had you in the wet erection of my dreams, where there is no time, where there is no end, where there is always a constant beginning.. It is when I am in the sweet dimension that is sheltered in your bowels, there is no stopping, everything is, everything happens in an eternal and pragmatic moment, until our holy and perverse ejaculate happiness, cooling to the excited cries of hell, moistening with dew to the calm clouds of heaven and in the submissive and divine vice of loving each other, Our souls, our bodies implore.. Let's start again.

A woman who is silent and looks, a woman who takes away your words, a woman who laughs and cries with her delicate strength. woman who lifts the world without losing the battle, woman dressed as a bride the bride, lover and beloved.. woman who begins life and leaves her soul in life, prodigious perfection, feminine universe who uses the word well disarm whoever she claims although our history distinguishes her, wise and goddess among men, without a doubt she is goddess and wise. Finally a woman in her struggle, manages to be respected, because she owns herself.

You love me Alba you love me moss, you love me nacar that reads chaste above all. slightly fragrant. closed corolla. Not a ray of moon has escaped me Not a margarita calls my sister You love me Nivea you love me white, you love me Dawn you who had all the glasses in your hand, fruit and lips Violets of honey. You who at the feast covered with buds let the flesh celebrate the bacchus you who in the black gardens of the red dress deception ran to ruin. ¡You, whose skeleton keeps you intact, yet I don't know why miracles, you make me white, you make me chaste, you make me dawn in the forest, go to the mountains; clean your mouth; live in huts; touch the wet earth with your hands; nourish the body with bitter root; drink stones; sleep on frost; renew the fabrics with saltpeter and water: talk to the birds and get up at dawn. And when the meat is returned to you, and when you have put in it the soul that through the rooms is entangled, then, brave, pretend I am white, pretend snow, pretend I am chaste. Come, I invite you into my life, I want to hear the sweet melody of your voice in my room.. Your sighs in my bed. Let me satiate these impulses in your body, I want to be ecstatic with your nakedness; drink from your fountain.. eat at your table. I want my hands to run through every part of your skin, my kisses and caresses to fill you; I want to awaken desire inside you. Come, I invite you into my life, I want to be who you please, who makes you sigh.. Who fulfills your desires as a woman

I smell you, skin to skin sharing scents arousing desire. My lips run along your back. My body lights up.. I want your body.. My fingers caress the hard pearls that crown your breasts. You feel my erection against your buttocks, your hands fly after her... The mites.. You masturbate while my mouth moans with pleasure at the feel of your fingers.. You lay me down and your hand guides me to your bowels.. The gentle swing of your hips soaks my dick as my lips devour your breasts. You place your breasts against my chest, your penis wraps around my member, you sit me on the edge.. You run.. It floods you with desire. I feel you, skin to skin, sharing scents, awakening desire.. My lips run along your back. My body lights up.. I want your body.. My fingers caress the hard pearls that crown your breasts. You feel my erection against your buttocks, your hands fly after her... The mites.. You masturbate while my mouth moans with pleasure at the feel of your fingers.. You lay me down and your hand guides me to your bowels.. The gentle swing of your hips soaks my dick as my lips devour your breasts. You place your breasts against my chest, your penis wraps around my member, you sit me on the edge.. You run.. It floods you with desire.

You are this sweet sin I would love❤

Now that we have confidence

-If you keep this up, I fall asleep. That phrase I'd repeated to her many, many times in the last few weeks, always while he, in a cafe or restaurant, was entertaining himself by talking to her, caressing her arm, the back of her hand or her thigh.. But this time, he never really, but today more, he knew it wasn't true, that she wasn't going to fall asleep. Because after many days of sneaking around, of quick kissing and sneaking around, today they finally enjoyed a quiet, free, spacious, comfortable space where they could delight in each other.. In spite of everything, of all the accumulated desire and all the desire to get to that point, he had managed to keep his composure up until that moment. They had, as usual, had a light lunch, chatted, laughed.. They had talked about travel, work and friends, with just a couple of tender kisses, no more connotations.. So it was very similar to all those times they'd been in restaurants all over town, taking turns paying, thankful for those little moments of escape from their daily problems.. But at that point, they started to change their usual behaviors, because now he could stroke the back of his hand, lean it on his own thigh... and today they wouldn't have to stop.. Funny, once they joked about a green couch, classic cut, and they ended up with a green couch, not so classic but even more comfortable.. They were sitting on it, like on those TV talk shows, leaning against each other, looking at each other now, and smiling, and teasing, in a way that was becoming more and more obvious.. At the moment everything seemed now a challenge: who would be the first to lose a little paper. He thought he could control himself, but every minute he spent, it became less clear, like that time in the test, when he prayed to keep his composure.. composure. He always boasted of keeping her with him, of enjoying her company in very different circumstances; talking, laughing, walking, sharing, caring for each other, taking an interest in each other.. He liked to think of himself as someone with that variety of records.. But the truth is, all it took was for him to keep his eyes on her for five seconds straight, and all the alarms went off and her pulse galloped.. And that's exactly what was happening to him now, as he stroked her forearm with four fingers, going back and forth over and over again so that she would threaten to fall asleep..

Damn it, over his dead body.. So he finally decided to give her a different lip kiss than the last few minutes.. longer, a more intense peel, more obvious. And mostly accompanied by his fingers stroking his neck.. He could get used to that smell and that soft touch, from the base of his hair to his chin, a path he was determined to memorize with his hand and his lips.. He knew it was doom, and he liked to take it to the edge of that knife. The kiss was still a mere lip-caress, he liked to do it like that, because he could enjoy her trapping her lower lip between his and ending with a soft bite... that was wonderful. As if everything was planned that way, she intensified that kiss by caressing the back of his neck, making it deeper, wetter, while he did not take his hand away from her neck. It was a very recognizable feeling to him already, because as 15-year-olds they had kissed like this in their cars, fighting between maturity and desire.. They were both still smiling when they remembered the difference in the tone in which she pronounced her name the first time in that parking lot and how she did it now, much more confident, willing and brave.. But this time was different, they both knew, and she wouldn't let him play with the times.. I had warned him many times that in more private circumstances he would not avoid sitting on top of him, and that afternoon he fulfilled it in a split second, without giving him time to react, he lifted one of his legs and in a second she was strangled on top of him, holding his chin and kissing his lips forcefully. At first he didn't want to, or couldn't, react.. His hands leaned gently on his thighs, and it was his mouth that was the only one recording activity.. Well, his mouth and his heart rate, at that point, are already troubling in any doctor's eyes.. She was giving herself to what she called a "kiss of suffocation", "of tongues tangled up to the max, no dots", as she had confessed to him one night as he fantasized about that moment.. It seemed they were just a figment of his imagination.. He was able to intensify his caresses, running his thighs completely and approaching his buttocks with delight.. That activation seemed to further motivate her intensity, already in a gentle contone sticking very much to her body.. Her lips hadn't yet come off, but she could say many things with her mouth.. And also with her hands, increasingly confident, to the point of grabbing his and hitting them hard on his butt.. kind of an invitation to if you're going to play, do it right”. That was the trigger. Maybe to help him recover from his initial impact, he separated his lips from hers to stare at her very closely as he grabbed the skin from her legs.. to sink her face into her neck to kiss her softly at first. I knew that was a point of no return... if there was any left..

It was a dream, kissing his neck, stroking his left chest with his hand, while the right one began to realize that yes, he was succeeding in his purpose. As soon as he walked through his pelvis, inside his thighs, he felt the heat and humidity, inviting him to slide his fingers under the garment.. She did so, carefully at first, then intensely, as soon as she felt her panties literally soaked and her moans growing louder and louder. I wish the clock would stop there, playing with her nipple while with two fingers already totally wet she played with her lips, with her clitoris, absolutely ecstatic both. En esa batalla ambos ganaban: She was uncomfortable, stroking his hand, trying to lower her leggings a little more to feel him more comfortably.. He, with his literally wet fingers, intensified his gestures so much that, in such a state of excitement, it was no problem for him to penetrate her with his fingers, breathing hard into her neck, and pinching her nipple more and more.. Without any barrier, his obsession was to feel it explode in his hand, to do it with increasing intensity, to press hard, to feel his fingers slip without fear, it foreshadowed imminent. And so it was, when she grabbed his hand tightly, clenched his thighs and opened his mouth wider than ever before, he felt the slightest tremor in his whole body that anticipated an intense, long moan that lasted for him for years.. It was literally wonderful for both of us.. -Fuck, if you didn't even let me take off my clothes.. ¿Are we still on?

`✵•.¸,✵°✵.｡.✰ 𝕋 @RUNK0) N 𝕐 𝕊 H 𝔼 𝕃 𝕐 ✰.｡.✵°✵,¸.•✵´