Valentine's Day, the issue where passion and sometimes lust is universally celebrated by the masses. prime, chocolate and dinner party are the norms and nothing's awry with that but me, I like to go above and beyond. This Victory Day was going to be epic ! There was one woman who I wanted to spend this upshot with, Simone F or SF for short-circuit, blessed with hairsbreadth down to her shoulder's, a sun tanned yellowish brown complexion that gave off the appearance of Native American heritage and a grinning that while I never told her, made any rainy day instantly cheery. Mushy I know ! So to shift that let's get to the body case, I could take off with her amazing titty but I'll go with those gorgeous legs. Oh how I couldn't wait to caress them, lick and piazza kisses all over them. Those hanker and liquid stunner, I always envisioned her wrapping them around my waist while I plunged inside of her ( line to self, I had to stool this happen ). Now onto to those stick breast ! Simone was a slim woman so I was surprisingly caught off guard by the 36 C's, man they were overnice I found myself envying her bra at clip, being able to constantly hold such sizeableness. Now I talked to a few female person during this clip but no matter which one of them I spent time with SF was always at the top of my list, so it was only right I made this even special. Now before I give you all the rundown of the festivities, I understand Simone isn't my girl, but we dig each other and I like to leave corking impressions, with that said tympan roll please ( No really drum scroll Guy )

Our day started with a trip to our hotel, now I know what you're thinking….story over, right ? Nope, we checked in around 3 and dropped our bags off, freshening up and changing into our dress for the evening. I wore a nice sports jacket and slacks along with some loafers, no want to get into extremely item about my outfit, we're all here for SF. Incredible is how I would describe her smell, wearing a black/grey shoulder-less, thigh length dress that hugged every curve left me speechless and to top it off she had on some black-market hound that screamed"piece of ass me ”. I wasn't even trying to leave the way and before I knew it my blazon were around her waistline, kissing along her neck and articulatio humeri, we were freshly dressed and fix to go but I didn't charge, we had time to kill and I couldn't leave without getting at least a discernment. I laid on the bed, not wanting to mess up up to much rive stockings and hit pantie, took off my blazer and loosened up the tie, adhere my face between, passing knife arrived. I tore that pussy up, I heard her say I'm cumming so very much I began thinking it was my name. One thing I enjoyed about SF was her competitive nature, her anything you can do I can do better outlook, so before farseeing my pant were removed. After being sucked with such vigor and Passion of Christ. It would be disesteem if I didn't cum, for her, I had to give her my cum ! Now it was to re-freshen up before heading to take a 30 minute Helicopter tour of NYC. Upon reaching the heliport Simone's jaw dropped, in no way did she ever expect something like this. After being briefed about rules & regularisation, condom and hand brake situation we were off ! The view was amazing and even though SF was enjoying the tour the way my arm was being gripped I could say she was a petty uneasy about being so high up.

It's only so lots you can say to sedate a person's nerves when you're over a G human foot in the air, luckily I didn't plan to say anything. I had requested SF to pack about four pairs of stockings, she questioned the request but there was a grounds behind it, especially with her being on her second pack. My right arm draped around her shoulders as I placed my leftover handwriting unto her thigh, ripping into the stocking. Placing my hand inside I slowly began rubbing the inner area. Simone's expression went from one of care to intrigue as I continued rubbing, hand creeping up slowly, SF's expectation growing with every touch. Her body tensed up as I reached her showtime release, glancing over at me Simone bit her bottom lip and looked down, I followed her eyes and saw that her peg were spreading, granting me passage. Two fingers slid inside, exploring it's new location, SF's back slid up against the seat, my fingers tunneling upwards. The look on her face was priceless, whether it was the biting of her tail end lip to contain her moans or her optic rolling every which way, I knew I had her rightfulness where I wanted her. Trying to gain some semblance of ascendence SF began grinding on my two finger's breadth, her hip control was amazing and I knew I had to substitute those fingerbreadth and put something else inside of her immediately. With my costless hand I pulled the prophylactic out my pocket and placed it on Simone's lap, she gazed down and a sly smile appeared across her face. With surprising f number, SF had my peter out of my pants, safety placed on. I don't know if this would make me a penis of the air mile high club but shit I didn't care, how many masses can say they had eggbeater sex ? But adequate about my inner thoughts, you guys want to find out about the adventurous x-rated clobber, don't ya ? Sf was in the reverse cowgirl posture putting a working on me, those magical hip joint slowing moving with intricate purpose and that function was to make me explode. Now that takes me back to the hale competitive thing, she was behind score wise ( in terms of cumming ) and was looking to climb back into the race………To be continued



Still with me ? I know you are J ! ! ! Now like I previously stated SF was trying to make me explode, I felt like a time bomb ticking ..slowly the timer counted down to 0….I swear to you I tried my intemperate to resist….I thought about gremlins….thought about zombies….anything Weird to get my focussing but venture what ? This woman was a virtuoso, a witch a combining of Hermine ( From Harry Potter ) and a porn star. No measure of concentration was going to deter her from her finish. Finally the inevitable happened…think of all the disaster moving-picture show you've watched that had major explosions….think about Ryu from Street combatant upper cutting an old womanhood and that's what happened to me. It took every ounce of my soulfulness not to relieve oneself any type of sound…I had to channel the spirit of hulk Hogan to rest tacit but man was it worth it, that nut felt like nirvana and red velvet cake….yes that in effect. I wasn't even focused on the helicopter ride…no no…I had my center focused on one thing…HER.

So I set my plan in move, after a ready clean up dinner party was following on the docket and confidence me, what I wanted wasn't on the card. Now I can't order you guy rope where we went but I will tell you that it was one of those places where if you bring someone there you're definitely getting some that night…no query asked. Dimly lit and not too crowded we proceeded to go through the motion of ordering food for thought and drink, making eye middleman ever so often communicating our wants and desires. Our seating wasn't the traditional across the board fashion, we were seated directly next to each other which made my conquering even easier. My plan was to slowly remove her stockings and panty as the server brought out the nutrient and deglutition but what I didn't expect was to feel zippo but leg when I slid my hand under the table ! ! ! Seems like SF had architectural plan of her own. Looking up at me with a mischievous grin, I already knew what time it was or did I ( Dramatic Music ) ? She began kissing my neck, working her way up and then sensually whispering"Play with my snatch"My finger's breadth did the cha cha slide with her kitten. Getting wet enough to drown free Willy, oh but I wasn't done…all the entree had been brought out and I figured we'd have at least 25 second before our waiter came in and checked on us and that's when I"accidentally"dropped my fork. Quickly I dropped down under the tabular array to regain my fork and to taste some of the off the menu delights.

I don't know if she was shocked by anything I did anymore but I know she enjoyed every mo of it. You may ask how do I bed if she did ? Well I'm not one to swash or boast but I don't turn when it comes to sex. Not one bit. I AIM TO PLEASE ! ! Had to place redundant emphasis on that one. Plus when her legs are quivering uncontrollably that's usually a sign that you're doing something right. Any type of sexual act in pubic takes an immense amount of strength not to express pleasure in the flash way potential, it's a natural human reaction to moan, screeching, blurt out four letter words or even glorify our love ( pelt face ) but what I heard was definitely unexpected."Can someone pleassssseeee bring the hitch"is what SF screamed/yelled/shouted out. I popped up from under the table chin and rim still having touch of her wetness on it, SF licked all of her juice off and said we have to get back to the way now. The waiter came back to our table bill in helping hand, he curiously stared at our uninfluenced intellectual nourishment and swallow but I don't think he was able-bodied to put it all together

You would have thought SF robbed the lieu the way she bolted on ... by the meter I stepped foot out the eatery she was already in a cab yelling at me to hasten up. My anticipation was building ... near likely due to the school principal in the cab ... the way she brought me to approach climax then stopped ... the joke she let out when she saw my anguish ... I could not wait to get inside her. If we were n't worried about getting arrested we 'd make got it on in the hotel hallway but I love my exemption so I could await a trough I got in the elbow room. Mannnnn once that door opened ... .it was pure raw savage lust at its o.k. ... clothes were literally ripped off ... fuck the cost of the rig, it was all about pleasure at this breaker point ! !

There Sf was, naked ... every curved shape accounted for ... I wish you all could ploughshare this view..this was art ... this was a masterpiece ... this was ... .about to get nasty existent quick. I quickly bent her over and tasted the pussy from the back, there was a duffle bag on the incline of me, it took a minute to feel around but I was able-bodied to find some interesting items ... lets see..we have manus cuffs ... slavery tape not to refer the ice on the dresser this was gon na be fun.
She was so bewitch with what was happening to her she did n't even recognise what was about to go down. It 's amazing what tongue on a pussy will do to a female person, the euphoric impression ... the lack of 1 surrounding. Before she knew it Sf 's blazonry were tied up to the bed situation using the bondage tape measure ... her peg wrapped around my waist ..ankles handcuffed, all I needed was sufficiency room to use the pail of ice and to please her money box she squirted ... yes squirted ! I moved along her body with the ice ... stopping and focusing on every spot the seemed to denote the tenuous intimation of delight. I do n't suppose there 's plenty clip to explicate to you how many times Sf let escaped but I will tell you all that the sheets needed to be changed due to being drenched ... .I shot ice will do that to you ; - ).

Now you would intend as often as she came Sf would be knocked out .... damn near was but she was like a Boxer in the last round moving off of straight instinct and adrenaline. That combination would get the full of me ... pushed down onto a chair l, my limb and feet were restrained by the bondage tape, with my peter standing at attention Sf slipped on a condom and bait me like it was the live on pipework she 'd be receiving. Control your breathing ... command your external respiration ... that 's what I kept telling myself but as we all know its easier said then done, plus watching her head peter back as she dug her nails in my shoulders almost made me say screw breathing all together lol. My breaking put is when she reversed positioning and I had to keep an eye on that ass bouncing up and down ... it 's only so a lot a man can take ... the eyeshot and her pussy was just immaculate ... and just like thought a barb a nut right into her ( protected by the condom of course ) great ventilation was the lonesome sound that was heard ... no watchword were spoken for a few moments. I was untied and SF collapsed on the bed exhausted and satisfied, me..tired as I was went to eat my food that was previously neglected ... if you saw the bill you 'd be doing the same thing ... I had the woman I wanted naked, and retentiveness that last for a while ... I 'd say this was a good Victory Day