Valentine's Day, the event where love and sometimes lust is universally celebrated by the masses. bloom, deep brown and dinner are the norm and nil's wrong with that but me, I like to go above and beyond. This V-day was going to be epic ! There was one woman who I wanted to spend this consequence with, Simone F or SF for short, blessed with haircloth down to her berm's, a sun tanned caramel brown complexion that gave off the appearance of American Indian inheritance and a smile that while I never told her, made any rainy day instantly sunny. Mushy I know ! So to deepen that let's get to the body type, I could start with her amazing titty but I'll go with those gorgeous legs. Oh how I couldn't wait to caress them, lick and home candy kiss all over them. Those long and smooth out mantrap, I always envisioned her wrapping them around my waistline while I plunged inside of her ( bill to self, I had to form this happen ). Now onto to those amazing breast ! Simone was a slenderize woman so I was surprisingly caught off guard by the 36 C's, man they were nice I found myself envying her bra at multiplication, being able to constantly nurse such sizeableness. Now I talked to a few females during this time but no subject 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 evening special. Now before I give you all the rundown of the festivities, I understand Simone isn't my girl, but we dig each early and I like to bequeath great impressions, with that said drum bowl please ( No really drum roll guy rope )

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 even. I wore a dainty sports coat and slacks along with some Loafer, no need to get into tops point about my outfit, we're all here for SF. Incredible is how I would describe her look, wearing a black/grey shoulder-less, thigh length clothes that hugged every curve ball left me speechless and to top it off she had on some black heel that screamed"Fuck me ”. I wasn't even trying to leave the room and before I knew it my coat of arms were around her waist, kissing along her neck and berm, we were freshly dressed and gear up to go but I didn't concern, we had time to vote down and I couldn't leave without getting at least a taste. I laid on the bed, not wanting to mess up to much rend stockings and bump off step-in, took off my sport jacket and loosened up the tie, pose my face between, first-rate tongue arrived. I tore that pussy up, I heard her say I'm cumming so very much I began thinking it was my public figure. One thing I enjoyed about SF was her competitive nature, her anything you can do I can do better mentality, so before long my pants were removed. After being sucked with such vigor and passion. It would be disrespect if I didn't cum, for her, I had to kick in her my cum ! Now it was to re-freshen up before heading to take a 30 min 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 & regularization, safety and emergency situations we were off ! The opinion was amazing and even though SF was enjoying the circuit the way my arm was being gripped I could recite she was a little uneasy about being so high gear up.

It's only so a great deal you can say to calm a person's brass when you're over a thousand base in the air, luckily I didn't plan to say anything. I had requested SF to compact about four yoke of stockings, she questioned the petition but there was a ground behind it, especially with her being on her second pack. My right arm draped around her shoulders as I placed my left hand unto her thigh, ripping into the stocking. Placing my deal inside I slowly began rubbing the inside area. Simone's manifestation went from one of fear to scheme as I continued rubbing, bridge player creeping up slowly, SF's anticipation growing with every touch sensation. Her dead body tensed up as I reached her starting time button, glancing over at me Simone bit her rear end lip and looked down, I followed her heart and saw that her legs were spreading, granting me musical passage. Two fingerbreadth slid inside, exploring it's new emplacement, SF's back slid up against the rear, my fingers tunneling upwards. The look on her face was invaluable, whether it was the biting of her bottom lip to curb her moans or her optic rolling every which way, I knew I had her right where I wanted her. Trying to gain some semblance of control SF began grinding on my two finger's breadth, her hip restraint was awful and I knew I had to put back those fingers and put something else inside of her immediately. With my free helping hand I pulled the condom out my sack and placed it on Simone's lap, she gazed down and a sly grin appeared across her face. With storm speed, SF had my dick out of my gasp, condom placed on. I don't know if this would hold me a member of the international mile high gild but shit I didn't care, how many people can say they had helicopter sex ? But adequate about my inner thought process, you guys want to hear about the adventurous x-rated stuff, don't ya ? Sf was in the setback cowgirl locating putting a working on me, those magical pelvic girdle slowing moving with intricate aim and that function was to make me explode. Now that takes me back to the whole competitive thing, she was behind score wise ( in condition of cumming ) and was looking to climb up 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 prison term bomb ticking ..slowly the timer counted down to 0….I swear to you I tried my hardest to resist….I thought about gremlins….thought about zombies….anything Weird to get my centering but guess what ? This cleaning woman was a wizard, a witch a combining of Hermine ( From Harry Potter ) and a erotica star. No total of concentration was going to dissuade her from her destination. Finally the inevitable happened…think of all the catastrophe motion-picture show you've watched that had John R. Major explosions….think about Ryu from Street Fighter upper cutting an old char and that's what happened to me. It took every Panthera uncia of my somebody not to hit any type of sound…I had to transport the heart of heavyweight Ben Hogan to continue soundless but man was it worth it, that nut felt like paradise and red velvet cake….yes that full. I wasn't even focused on the helicopter ride…no no…I had my eyes focused on one thing…HER.

So I set my plan in motion, after a quick clean up dinner was next on the schedule and cartel me, what I wanted wasn't on the bill of fare. Now I can't distinguish you cat where we went but I will recite you that it was one of those piazza where if you bring somebody there you're definitely getting some that night…no questions asked. Dimly lit and not too crowded we proceeded to go through the motions of ordering intellectual nourishment and drinks, making eye contact ever so often communicating our wants and desires. Our seating wasn't the traditional across the mesa fashion, we were seated directly next to each other which made my conquering even well-fixed. My architectural plan was to slowly remove her stockings and panties as the server brought out the nutrient and beverage but what I didn't expect was to find nothing but leg when I slid my deal under the table ! ! ! Seems like SF had plans of her own. Looking up at me with a prankish grinning, I already knew what time it was or did I ( Dramatic euphony ) ? She began kissing my neck, working her way up and then sensually whispering"fun with my pussy"My digit did the cha cha slide with her kitten. Getting wet enough to drown free Willy, oh but I wasn't done…all the access had been brought out and I figured we'd have at least 25 instant before our waiter came in and checked on us and that's when I"accidentally"dropped my branching. Quickly I dropped down under the table to remember my branching 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 hour of it. You may ask how do I cognize if she did ? Well I'm not one to brag or bluster but I don't play when it comes to sex. Not one bit. I AIM TO PLEASE ! ! Had to locate 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 intimate act in pubic takes an immense amount of strength not to state pleasure in the trashy way possible, it's a born human response to moan, scream, blurt out four varsity letter words or even proclaim our love ( pelt face ) but what I heard was definitely unexpected."Can person pleassssseeee bring the check mark"is what SF screamed/yelled/shouted out. I popped up from under the table chin and lips still having traces 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 board bill in handwriting, he curiously stared at our untouched food and crapulence but I don't think he was able-bodied to put it all together

You would have thought SF robbed the property the way she bolted on ... by the time I stepped foot out the restaurant she was already in a cab yelling at me to hurry up. My anticipation was building ... most likely due to the head in the cab ... the way she brought me to near coming then stopped ... the laugh 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 suffer got it on in the hotel hallway but I love my freedom so I could waitress a till I got in the room. Mannnnn once that door opened ... .it was perfect raw barbarian lecherousness at its finest ... wearing apparel were literally ripped off ... fuck the cost of the outfit, it was all about pleasure at this point ! !

There Sf was, naked ... every curve accounted for ... I wish you all could plowshare this view..this was art ... this was a masterpiece ... this was ... .about to get nasty real quick. I quickly bent her over and tasted the pussy from the spinal column, there was a duffle bag bag on the slope of me, it took a minute to feel around but I was able to find some interesting detail ... lets see..we have helping hand turnup ... bondage tape not to mention the ice on the dresser this was gon na be fun.
She was so fascinate with what was happening to her she did n't even actualise what was about to go down. It 's amazing what glossa on a pussy will do to a female, the euphoric feeling ... the want of ace surrounding. Before she knew it Sf 's subdivision were tied up to the bed post using the thrall tape ... her peg wrapped around my shank ..ankles handcuffed, all I needed was enough room to use the bucket of ice and to please her till she squirted ... yes squirted ! I moved along her body with the ice ... stopping and focusing on every spot the seemed to annunciate the slightest inkling of delectation. I do n't think there 's sufficiency prison term to explain to you how many times Sf let loose but I will tell you all that the plane needed to be changed due to being drenched ... .I guess ice will do that to you ; - ).

Now you would think as much as she came Sf would be knocked out .... hoot near was but she was like a boxer in the last one shot moving off of straight instinct and adrenaline. That combination would get the best of me ... pushed down onto a chairman l, my weaponry and infantry were restrained by the thrall magnetic tape, with my dick standing at attention Sf slipped on a condom and rode me like it was the lastly pipage she 'd be receiving. Control your breathing ... control your respiration ... that 's what I kept telling myself but as we all know its easier said then done, plus watching her pass cock 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 status and I had to watch that ass bound up and down ... it 's only so much a man can consume ... the view and her puss was just impeccable ... and just like thought a guesswork a nut right into her ( protected by the prophylactic of course ) heavy ventilation was the only sound that was heard ... no words were spoken for a few minute. 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 notice you 'd be doing the same thing ... I had the womanhood I wanted naked, and memory that last for a patch ... I 'd say this was a good v-day