MelaniBecker

I like them ripe.

I was 21 and I was dating an ex-boyfriend.

I had studied with him, but he moved with his family because his father got a job in another country and I found him again when people began to organize parties of people who had finished school, he was very good and from the beginning he treated me well, but the truth is that I was not attracted to him. much because it was not ordered and never try to touch me or anything.

I accepted it because all my friends had a boyfriend and so at least it served me not to go alone to the parties to have someone to dance with. But well let's go to the day of the facts, that day was his birthday, so it was dinner at home with the whole family. So you had to try to get pretty. For the birthday I wore a black miniskirt that I had that was very cute, and a fuchsia top, and as always a cute, but very sexy underwear, without bra because I had top. I have to say that I love underwear

The inside I had for this occasion was neither thread nor bikini, it was normal, but it was semi-transparent fabric.

sexy I went to dinner. Already in the house everything was super normal and formal, he was 18 years old that day, and if he had asked me I could have given him the best gift of his life, because he was and remains a virgin. At the beginning I sat next to the women and he went with the uncles to drink, but of course from so much listening to the children that the neighbor or the novels I got bored and I decided to go find my boyfriend to at least stretch my legs. When I entered the room where the men were I felt like the eyes of all devoured me, at first I was afraid to follow, but the truth that for nothing in the world I wanted to return.

I lost track of time completely and I was falling asleep I think, until I heard someone asking me something, I reacted and I realized that there were only the two brothers of his mother, so I started talking to them, first of course the usual questions, age, what he did, where I lived, what I liked to do, etc. But then they started asking me how much I weighed, why I was thin and that I must have been a model.

I of course at the beginning half red, but the truth never bothered me to say my weight or measures, and of course when I told them that I was 50, they said that they could lift me and well I let. They made me cross my arms and putting their hands on my elbows they started to lift me, of course I was scared because I didn't want to fall, but they just laughed. From all that movement my nipples became hard and as I was not wearing a bra it was easy to notice them.. I realized that they looked at my breasts instead of looking at my face, but well I never bothered that they saw me, and I was half drunk already. Everything was normal, but then one of the guys went to the bathroom and I was alone with the other, he put his hand on my legs as if he did not want the thing and began to tell me that I was pretty that I have a beautiful figure, I just said thanks, but nothing more..

He was lifting his hands up until he was about to touch my underwear, I was already drunk and didn’t mind me starting to rub his hand on my legs. Without realizing I was already touching him too, my hand caressed his chest slowly. And I was already spreading my legs so he can maneuver better, but we let go in less than a second because we saw the other one coming again. So the party ended, I drunk and hot.

At the end of the party the result was that my boyfriend was drunk and asleep, I was hot and apparently I was going to stay with the desire. So I set out to go home, and of course the uncle offered to take me, but he was also drunk and could not drive, so my boyfriend's dad offered to take me.. I was thinking what I could do, because the truth was that I was half hot, but of course with my boyfriend's dad taking me home I could not do much, so my plan was the following. I made myself drunk and when I was in the car I told him that I did not want to get to my house like that and of course I made myself the girl so that he would listen to me, which he did and asked me then what do you want to do, I told him to leave me near my house and I was going to take a room in one of the hostels that they had, but there he refused, we were in that discussion and finally came to the agreement that he would accompany me and then he would leave, that's what we did, we went to a hostel that was near my house and I continued with my plan, I did the one that I fell asleep so that he would go as fast as possible, but he sat down and we next to me and started playing with my hair.

And then giving me massages on the neck, that was delicious and relaxed me a lot, we started talking about many things that I do not even remember, only that at one point he had his mouth next to mine, the only thing I managed to ask him was if he was sure of what he was doing and he said yes, he asked me the same and I replied that I did not know, the only thing I know is that we began to kiss.

after that he stood up and told me that if I wanted to do something else and under the bracket of his pants in front of my face, it did not go into my mouth, but enough to be able to suck it well, while I sucked the cock of my boyfriend's dad, he was accommodating me to be able to put my fingers in my mouth. vagina and blow my clit.

So we were for a while until I pulled away a little and told him I wanted him inside me. I opened my legs and told him to come, he brought his head to my vagina moved the panties without taking it off yet and began to suck it, I passed my tongue all over my clitoris I put it in, everything was delicious, I kept asking him to penetrate me that I wanted to feel it inside, he separated a little and took off my panties, there I was 21 years old, thin in front of a 50-year-old man, thinking that excited me knowing that not only attracted boys my age but any man was the maximum for me.

From that moment he took control of the situation completely, he did not come on me but turned me over and put me on 4 legs on the bed of the hostel, he stood on the edge of the bed and pulled me to his height and we were at the same height so that I could get in, he bent down a little and licked my pussy again. vagina that was already more than wet waiting for him.

He put his penis in the entrance and began to put it slowly without hurrying, until he put it all in, I was really super excited and just moaned with pleasure, there he began to move sometimes fast and sometimes slow, but always putting it all inside me. He was riding me for a while so we changed positions, and we started to do the missionary, he on top and moving the two of us like crazy, the bed could not stop sounding and I could not stop screaming how good I was having it.. In those we walked when he came, pulled his penis out of me and ended up on top of me, he had a fairly thick and sticky milk, I rubbed it on my body so as not to stain the bed and after a while I got up and went to the bathroom to take it off, we did not speak anything until that moment. When I came back from the bathroom, he was lying in bed half asleep, half awake. He saw me and asked me if I was still drunk I told him that no longer thanks to him I had passed, I kissed him and told him that I wanted him to be my lover, that I was going to continue with his son but I wanted to sleep with him from time to time. He accepted and I have to say that with him I started my real sex life, I began to experience more things.

My Philosophy: Pleasure as a Work of Art 

I have learned that in intimacy, as in art, the difference between the mundane and the sublime lies in two concepts: fragility and style..

• Fragility is not weakness. It is the absolute confidence to be vulnerable, to surrender to the experience knowing that I am in a safe space. It is the honesty of a genuine reaction, of a moan that cannot be contained.
• Style is the intentionbehind every movement. It is the elegance, the rhythm and the awareness that we are creating a unique moment. I reject rudeness and haste because they are enemies of style; they are noise that interferes with the melody.

My preferred position is simple: all in which you feel delicious, because the true art of pleasure is a mutual creation, a masterpiece that we compose between the two of us..

Mis Talentos: A Look at My Repertoire 

My profile says I'm very good at dancing, and it's true. Dance is the foundation of everything I do. It is where I learned to communicate with my hips, to seduce with rhythm and to tell a story without saying a word. My show always starts with that energy, with that movement that is the anteroom of everything else..

When the connection is right, I pride myself in delivering experiences of unforgettable intensity. My ability with the deepest kisses and oral devotion is something I approach as a ceremony, always looking for a level of surrender that will leave you breathless. It is an art that I practice with passion and dedication.

I also understand that maximum privacy requires absolute trust. Therefore, I specialize in creating a safe space to explore the most forbidden limits, guiding you with care and sensuality in an experience of total surrender that is pleasurable and transcendent..

Everything I do, every dance, every kiss, every caress, is imbued with this philosophy: always with fragility and style.