Just before she left to canvass overseas, she wrote to me : `` For my departure can you give me a blow by botch up de***********ion of what you would do if I came to you and said I will do anything to you and l let you do anything to me. Any equipment or prop are useable to use.

I want you to take your time to really opine about it and the enthusiasm I bring into it. Please do n't skimp on the details. I will cite back to it when I am lonely over here. ''

Yes ! I can !

I am sitting at home doing zilch in particular proposition ( as opposed to null at all ), when I decide to insure my e-mail. There is an email from you. As I read it my pulse starts to repair ...

'' Hi. I have been thinking about you. A lot. I have been thinking about all of the things we have done. ALL of them. I want so badly to do them again. So badly, I am wet as I write this. Flowing like a river, and all I am doing is sitting at my keyboard. I think I am going to have to do something about this, as I ca n't really concentrate. back soon. ``

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'' Back now. That did n't take foresightful. I was so worked up I went off like a gun. I have n't cum at the end of my finger's breadth that strongly in a long prison term. I was thinking of you, and how effective you are when you do me. Doing me with your tongue, flicking my clit. I thought about that until I was just about there, and as I was at the point in time of no take, I imagined you laying me down on my back and pushing that wet quick cock into my pussy. Oh, it 's just the correct size for what I needed - I looked down between my legs and saw your duration disappearing into me. I shifted my regard to your face and saw your blue heart staring into mine and that was it, I was done ! As I fingered myself as I was cumming, I imagined you commenting that my cunt felt like a frailty as I clamped down on you as I came. Mmmm, you know that I have told you that I do n't always deliver a satisfying cum when I am on my own. fountainhead, I sure did this time ! ``

'' As I said, I want to do those thing we have done again. And also some of the early things we talked about and never got to do. So here is the mickle : I will run across you. My torso will be yours to do with as you desire. Your consistency will be mine to also do with as I wish. I want to make this happen. I bet you can just feel yourself sliding inside me as you are reading this. I can just imagine those big formal of yours swelling in anticipation. I know you too well. So, as I said, let 's find a time and a way - you know we have desires that need satisfying. ``

Some time later ...

I arrive at your door and knock, which amuses you - `` How come you did n't just barge in as you used to do ? '' you think to yourself. `` Come in '' you say, as you think to yourself `` That 's what he will be doing sometime soon anyway. '' I enter and get stopped in my tracks - you are wearing a matching bra and panties - those 1 that are cut low and have the bow on the figurehead of them - and also you are wearing those clear platform shoes. I have n't seen those in a long time. They make your legs look really long and they are as aphrodisiac as perdition. `` Like what you see ? '' you ask, as if you did n't sleep with what the answer was.

I do n't answer - I do n't need to - but I approach you slowly and stare into your eyes. I then circle you as you stay in space, so I can direct the view in from every slant. Very, very dainty indeed. As I come around to the front of you again, I drop down onto my knees, reach around and take your prat, and nestle my back talk and intrude into your flat stomach, and snog you all over. As I do this I feel your hand wrap around the rachis of my head. I continue this for a minuscule bit and then put up up so I can kiss you properly. We start off slow, but soon we quicken the intensity, our tongue exploring each other. You have often told me I am a honest kisser, I am getting the signal right now that nothing has changed. I really bask kissing you, I always enjoyed that. You are kissing me back just as powerfully, as we grind against each other. You are obviously aware of my growing hard-on, as you are making a spot of rubbing your seawall against it as we kiss. I am helping you with this by pulling you towards me, my script having not left your asshole, because it 's a shoes they like to experience !

You drop to your articulatio genus and unbuckle my knock. I feel my blue jean drop and I step out of them. I step out of them and you rip my shoes off as well. Then you hook your ovolo around my underclothing and draw out them down as well, and my tool saltation free. I feel your script wrap around my dick and the other one cups my balls. You start to squeeze them and and massage them as your former hand strokes my hard-on - which is getting quickly harder. Oh wow, I tell you how much I love what you are doing and that you have always known just what force per unit area feels soundly. It is a accomplishment that would any man very happy. You look up at me and have that knowing smile. You say to me my balls feel so good, and that you like the way they are so big. You give them and extra hug as you say so, and that just makes me operose. And then you say `` Here is a gustatory perception of things to come '' ..

And with that I feel a warmth envelop my cock, all the way to the hilt. Oh nookie, that feels so effective. You hold yourself there for a couple of seconds and then you start a slow cycle, sliding back to the principal and then about half way down again. At the Sami meter your pollex and finger is circled, and is stroking the remainder to the base and back again as you continue to cup my balls. That wholly area is in bliss from my view. You suck cock so well - I have told you - and you know it. I really admire that about you. You know you are a sexual being - you know what to do with it. You are not hung up on being demure once you are in the moment. cat really like that. *I* like it that you are proud of your power, and I like that you like to prompt me of your artistry ...

affair are continuing to grow, and you have sucked enough hammer to know when the situation is starting to change. If my moaning and vocalization were n't enough to dedicate me up, that fact that I was starting to thrust and you could feel the head of my dick slowly starting to expand - a sure-fire game show if ever there was one - told you that now was the metre to change. You stop what you are doing - disappointing for me - and you stand back up and industrial plant a big osculation on me. A wet buss as you have just been down on me, but that 's o.k.. Maybe I am different, but I find it quite sexy that I am kissing you when you have just had me inside your oral fissure. After our kiss, you whisper in my ear `` There will be more, do n't occupy. If you thought that was good, just waiting till after I am turned on. I mean, I am turned on already. What I mean is that after you make me cum. If you think I am horny now, think of how I will be after that ... ''.

Sometimes I am slow to engage the breath - that should make you laugh as you read this. Not THIS sentence though, I take your hand and star you to the bed. I shed my sock and shirt - leftovers from your readiness before ! That leaves you. Platforms first. Then as you stand I reach behind you and dispatch your bra, in one move. more laughter on your percentage. Well, this time has to be special ! I bend down and tenderly kiss and lick your tit. I alternate from one to the other and with your free breast, I cup and knead with my mitt. I brace your back with my other and and you press yourself into me as I do so. Your hands are holding my head as I kiss your titmouse. Eventually, I feel those same hands push the top of my pass further down ...

So, I end up kneeling, and your panties are right in battlefront of me. Every time I see those ones, I want to pull on that bow and have them magically fall to the floor ! Knowing that wo n't happen, I reach my hands around and pull your stern close as I industrial plant a buss on the fabric. So close ... I reach around to the sides and slowly rive them down, and you step out of them. And there you are, totally naked, standing in presence of me. Your pussy is right in figurehead of me, and you are not the slight bit loth about my gaze. Oooh, you have completely shaved. I find that really sexy, as it shows off your beautiful pussy in detail. And I know that kitty-cat well. So well, I can close my eyes and see it, but there is no substitute for seeing it survive. I like the way it is pocket-size, and neat, and the way your clitoris hood shows nicely at the top of your pussy lips. I like the hope it holds. I love that you are going to parcel it with me. I pull you closer again and plant a kiss on it. The commencement of many.

I lay you back on the bed and scoot a rest under your backside, makes the angle well-to-do. You spread and arouse your wooden leg in anticipation and that is all the invitation I need. Not that I needed any. I lie down and view as the top of your legs with my men and then lick you from the bottom of your pussy up to the clit, and I feel your dead body tense up up slightly and take heed you go `` mmmm ''. A few more licks on your back talk and then I start to centralise on your button, I swirl my spit around the little nub I can find below the goon. I move my tongue up and down alongside the shaft and occasionally you squirm and move around to good suit your lieu to what I am doing. I then settle down to a regular recurrence where I flick the tip of my tongue across your clit, back and forwards, up and down. Sometimes gently, sometimes roughly. I try to guess from your reactions which I should do. Sometimes I make a period of starting above your button and dragging my tongue downwards.

Sometimes, I glance up at you ; it is a sexy view from there, knowing I have my sassing over your pussy being capable to look up past your tits to see your face. Very occasionally, I see you watching me but usually when I look up your eyes are closed and you look like you are concentrating - I like to conceive that you are solely focusing on the sounds and the spirit of having your lover with his natural language buried in your pussycat. The experience is heightened knowing that he enjoys what he is doing. Knowing that he gets off on helping you to get off. Knowing that he knows that at this level in time, that he is the one you have chosen to share your body with. Knowing that it is your mean body that is keeping him grueling ...

I know I am doing the ripe affair when you start squirming - you are not a very vocal soul ( at THIS period ) but I start hearing mmmms and ohhhs, and you start arching your back to crowd your pussycat into my face. Sometimes it takes me a while to find the the right way blot but not this prison term. It is getting noticibly wetter. Wetter than convention. Then I feel your hands on the back of my head as you say `` Yes ! rightfield there ! ''. You start thrusting your sweet pussy into my grimace harder - I look up at your case again and your eyes are closed tightly as you are focused on your approaching orgasm. I keep licking and flicking and notice your clit getting harder - always a trusted sign ... All of a sudden your mitt push me harder against you, and that parting of flesh just above your public bone balloons a footling and gets unwavering ( I know, as I have my fingers resting there, because my arm are wrapped under your peg and around over your hips to make you in place ) - I know you are starting to cum and that is confirmed by a sudden break in the secretiveness : `` Ooooh, oh fuck - uunnngghhh. Oh yeah. Yeah, ohhhh .... ''. It is loud, and it is adept. It is a big turn on for me to bang you are getting such intense pleasure right at this sentence, and that I am helping with that.

'' Oh yeah, do n't stop. Do n't ... '' you cry out as my face gets covered in your cum succus. I love that, the surfactant the full. If I am getting soaked I know it must be secure for you. ( PS, I am rock hard as I am typing this, thinking of all the times you came on the end of my spit. Mmmmm ). screw knows what the neighbor brand of this and who cares ? I know you certainly do n't ! Right now you are in the zone, with your orgasm overtaking every spunk ending and extremity. I keep licking as your lovely body continues to tremble and shake. Eventually you start to occur down and you ask me to stop. You stroke my whisker and as I lift my head you laugh and order me I had better clean my face, as I am coated with your juices. As I leave to go to the bathroom, you say to me : `` When you come back, you will find a surprise waiting for you ... ''.

I wonder to myself what that might be as I clean up. Chicken, scrap and Coke perhaps ? Nah, I can have that anytime. TWO of you ? That would be great ! might be a tad hard for you to arrange. cave in the mystery, I waste no time in getting cleaned up. I make my way back, and I see exactly what you mean. You are lying on your backrest with your head over the border of the bed, facing me. You say to me in an upper side down type of voice : `` We did this once not too long ago. I am certain you remember, because I seem to recall that you quite liked it. I thought you would like it again. '' Because you know me well enough, you do n't wait for a response, you simply pop playing with your tits with both hands as you rest your caput backwards and unfold your mouth. How could any man resist such an invitation ? As you see my rear dick approaching you ( from an unusual Angle ) and my big nut getting closer to your middle, you say : `` I can take you dainty and deep this way '' and you stick your natural language out. Oh, wow ...

I resist the flood out temptation to enter you straight away, and I hover my balls over you and you reach your tongue up and and start to lick my balls. Oh man, that feels so good. Your hands have grabbed my peter and you are stroking me as you lap at my balls and occasionally strain up for a lick rightfulness along my total length. I would n't have thought it was possible to feel any arduous but what you are doing is making me feel exactly that way. Because you are such a trade good judge of its character, you simply say to me `` Now ''. I require no farther invitation. I look down and your lip is widely open up and your head is resting back with your eyes closed. I know your eyes are closed for two ground. Firstly, you are wrapped on experiencing this as it happens, with no former visual comment - you are shutting off your principal sense, if only for the get-go. Secondly, and more importantly, you trust me and know I will startle gently. That trust has always been a big matter and I know that it helps you to savor what is happening.

Your mouth looks so pay for as I hold my cock to line up myself with you and then I rub the principal against your lips so you know I am about to enter. You give the head a quick kiss ( mmmm ) and then re-open as if to say `` Why are you waiting ? ''. I 'm not waiting any longer - I do n't call back I can ... I push myself inside you and feel that familiar warmth of your mouth. What is not familiar, though, is feeling your glossa on the top of my dick. Usually when you are giving me principal, it is licking against the underside of me. It is a different opinion. I gently rock in and out of you, and just keep a rhythm so you can get used to this unusual position. You reach your custody around behind my posterior and start pulling me into you. I take this as your permission to go deeper. And with that, on each in fortuity, I start thrusting into you a piddling advance. Every few accident, I go a little deeper, until I can feel the head rubbing against your throat. As I am reveling in the warmth and wetness and tightness of getting upside down caput, I think back to when we first started having sex. I think about how proficient it felt when you first went down on me and how surprise I was when you told me you wanted to get better. About how I asked what you meant by getting better, and you had told me that you could only take about half of my length and you wished you were able to suck me right down to my balls. I chuckled about how magmanamous I was when I suggested you that if you wanted, I would more than happy ( more than happy ! ) for you to practice session on me as much as you wanted. And how delighted I was when you accepted my offer and followed through on it, time and again and again. 100 of times. Sometimes you would throw me head and sense when I was close and then get me to fuck you. Other multiplication you would keep going and drain my testicle. Sometimes you would swallow. The first time you did that was magic. That told me something and it meant a lot to me.

All of that practice session had paid off, it had been quite a while now since all your persistency had paid off and you had been able-bodied to withdraw me inside you all the way to the theme. There was mickle of choking on that road and I was always impressed that you stuck with your goal despite that - you would just stop for a few seconds, and you would get this look of determination on your face as you looked at my erection, and back down you would go. Sometimes I know you were deliberately forcing yourself to go further. I was really lofty of you. Notwithstanding what I was getting out of that physically, I am glad it was me that was able to help you with that. Sometimes, especially in the in the first place 24-hour interval, you would cum just from sucking me. I tried to be sang-froid about it, but for me that was an incredible turn on ...

Back to my reveling. I can finger myself pressing against your throat, and as I look down I think I can see the shape of my header just slightly at the end of my stroke. This is feeling so well. You pull me against you to the point where I am ineffective to get any foster inside. I am globe deep and those Saame balls are pressing into your nose every meter on the in stroke. honest thing you like them. I tell you I am going to cum soon at this rate. Up until now, I thought doing it this way was the surprise. Was I ever wrong ! You pull me gruelling into you again, and more urgently. I am in Shangri-la. I take that hint. My lump are starting to swell, and my dick tactile property rock hard. My lover is urging me to throat fuck her, and in front of me I have the mess of your body. That physical structure that I have enjoyed so many meter. I look down and your ramification are parted. Although I do not hold the best aspect of your kitty from here, I can tell it is glistening. Not just from what we did earlier, but from what we are doing now. My balls start to get that churning notion, and I tell you. There is no response but you keep your paw firmly against me. I am at the decimal point of no takings. Up to now I have not been holding you but I grab onto your rosehip and push more urgently. I can hear the strait of my dick pounding your backtalk, and your pharynx, the audio that the wetness and your suck is making. fucking, I am gon na cum. I say so and your response is simply to exert that hold, and then I feel my orgasm take over, at the Saame sentence as my interjection. I thrust hard one last time into your throat and carry myself there, and we can both feel, in different shipway, my pecker pulsing as it shoots big consignment of cum into you. I can hardly assure myself as I feel you making swallowing movements with your throat at the Lapplander time. It is like having my peter massaged at the precise metre I am coming. It 's a look I have not experienced before. It is fantastic. I look down and you are squeezing your legs together rhythmically. I do n't fuck why but from all of your other reactions, it seems like you have enjoyed yourself.

As I pull out of your backtalk, you stay in that lieu, so I kneel down on the level to impart you an upside down kiss. I tell you thank you very often and add what a swell surprise it was that you had arranged for me. And with that, I gently overturn your head and help you roll over onto the bed. After all, I can only ideate how unmanageable a position that would cause been for you. You lay back on the pillow and I shuffle off to the rain shower again. A bit wearisome this sentence. I take my time washing off. I make sure I am all clean and fresh and come back. You are lying on the bed looking slightly sleepy. I come over and lie future to you. We hold men for a while. I look over at your naked torso and think how much I always enjoy it. I look at your breasts rising and falling and your flat abdomen, that is sexy. My eyes continue downwards and I see the slight cumulus of your pussy framed between the start of your legs. `` Do you like what you see ? '' you say, and I think to myself : `` I have heard that before recently ! ``

'' I think you know exactly how much I like it '', I say, trying to come up with something more witty but failing dismally. `` I see something I like as well '' you say. `` I have always noticed that with you, it does n't go down straight away after sex. Do you think it 's up to another go so quickly ? We have always talked about it. '' I tell you that I want to try. How could I not ? I have a sexy young wench with a hot blotto bod asking me for more. I feel a svelte stirring down there. You lean over and take a hold of my stopcock and as you brush your rim against my ear you say `` I 'll be straight to the point, I want you inside me. I want you to FUCK me. '' With that, you start massaging my balls and you say `` Mmmm, you already seem to be most of the way there. '' There 's no question about that fact, I can feel myself hardening up again very quickly. It always feels so skilful when you use your men on me, I have often told you that you have just the right touch, just the right amount of pressure to know what feels good. `` William Tell you what, big blighter. I will use my king to make you sway hard again, and then you can stick it in me. How does that sound ? '' You just smile at me as all I can do is nod at you appreciatively !

You re-arrange yourself on the bed so we are facing in opposite directions and you prop yourself up over me and take me into your sass. For the thirdly time on this sojourn. As your heat envelops me it feels just as commodity as the first two multiplication. As every time. It feels goodness because you know what you are doing. You are confident in what you are doing. This time you are unsatiable, and upon going down on me you go straight to the base and hold yourself there. Oh shtup, that feels so damn skillful. My horse sense are drowning, because in addition to that, you have bent one leg over my chest and I have this wonderful view of your pussy. Your lips are slightly red and enlarged and they are wet with your cum juices from when I gave you headland. That is incredibly hot. My hands are massaging your ass cheeks as you bob your head up and down on my cock. Great arsehole, I love feeling it in my deal. I rub my thumb and finger against your slippery pussy and am further aroused by how hot it is. And how wet, even squiffy than it looks. There is something magical about pussy succus, they have to be about the most tricky substance in the acknowledge creation. Thank goodness for them ! And you are sexily clenching and unclenching your prat as I do this, because you know I am a visual person and this will turn me on even more.

Of form, your prediction was completely right, after only a min or so of this, you have got me so difficult I am like steel. I know this. You know this. Even though we could do it right now, you know it is n't going anywhere in a haste. And you like to be a vexer. You stop giving me top dog and figure out my balls till they are soaked. Then you blow on them and the sudden change in temperature makes them contract involuntarily. You laugh and take me back into your back talk again. You repeat this process a couple of more times. It does n't seem like it could be possible, but every time it makes me a little more gruelling. Part of the turn on for me ( like I NEEDED any more ! ) is that I know that YOU know exactly what you are doing, exactly the gist it has on me. And fuck, that makes you one sexy vixen : )

'' So, just HOW are you going to do me ? '' you say to me, as you lay back and circularize your stage. The interrogative seems sort of rhetorical. You lift your legs as I scoot a pillow under your backside. I kneel in front of you and enjoy the hatful of you lying back with your ramification apart waiting for me to be inside you. Inviting me to be there. I shuffle closer and as I do, you draw your knees back up towards your chest. This gives me one of the three nigh horny sights that a guy can have during sex. ( # 1 - this one ... ) : `` Take me, I 'm all yours, I have removed all barriers and I want you in deep ''. As a matter of interest, the early 2 are ( # 2 - Receiving head ) : `` You are taking me, you know how much I like it, you know how it immobilises me, and you know how effective you are at giving nous, and you WANT to ''. ( # 3 - Taking you from behind ) : `` You present yourself to me, head down, arse up, totally vulnerable yet trusting of me. In countermand - literally - you are saying `` fill me up ''. PS, I am hard again after reading that.

So, back to # 1. Your legs are drawn up and I have edged as close-fitting as I can be to you. Your pussy is still glistening. I hold my shaft and set out to rub its distance along your lips and they are hot, and extremely wet. Your support arch as I do this. Your centre are closed and I say to you `` I want you to put it in ''. You have to plagiarise your head a bit to strive but your finger's breadth grab the base of my gumshoe and channelise it towards you. I feel the head partake your lips and I gently push forward as you guide me towards the right position. Once the psyche is in, you release your clutch and lie back, and I continue to agitate slowly, as your tight pussy gets used to the size entering it. You are so slippery and that combined with your tightness is a fantastic look as I draw back slightly and gently push forward again. I start a gentle rhythm and with every few in and come out I go a bit deeply. I look up at you and your heart are closed and your arms are lazily moving around on the bed beside you, as if they do n't know what quite to do. Further in I go, rich still on every few strokes. Eventually, I am buried inside you up to the hilt. It is a nice spirit, I have always enjoyed that, because around the base of my cock I can feel the fondness radiating from your pussy, and as I hold myself pressed against there, I can feel some of your wetness where my musket ball are pressed against you.

You sigh appreciatively, and after a few instant you say to me in a coy voice : `` You know, even with your dick in there, my pussy ca n't fuck itself ... ''. I can take ( another ) suggestion, so I begin rocking in and out of you, still gently at maiden, making a point, every few strokes, of withdrawing right to the principal before pushing back in again. `` Mmmm '', I hear you say, as I hold your legs on each side of my chest as I start to invade you just a little more vigorously. The flavor I am getting are fantastic, as your slit 's sides grip me on each down stroke. You are so close. I told you on many an function, in different ways, how good it was having sex with you. Good because you were small, and hot, and tight, and wet. And willing. And wanting. And enthusiastic. Because you would expect up at me as I was taking you with a unfeigned `` I want you '' look in your oculus. Because you would participate and thrust back. Because you would gain me find in those moments that *I* was the most crucial matter to you. Because you wanted to turn over yourself to me, and also because you would get something you wanted back out of it. Because all of those affair together made up who you are. It was always a huge bout on. And it is no different this time.

I start thrusting really hard now, and your hands reach up to grab my articulatio radiocarpea. Partly to say yes, partly to facilitate me in ensuring I do n't slip out of you in my ebullience ! I am banging away at you and you are smiling at me. Your tit are jiggling back and forward with each poking. Oh man, I like this. I am not Superman, however, and before too long I feel that familiar intuitive feeling in my balls that says `` If you do n't cease now, there you be no stopping you ''. I tell you I have to break for a bit, as I do n't want to cum yet. `` I do n't require you to cum yet either, I am enjoying this too much '' you say to me, as I lay down beside you, and catch my breathing space. We lie together holding work force for a couple of arcminute, then you get up and say `` fountainhead, I see it is still up, so there 's no head wasting it '' and you position yourself over me, take my putz around the base with your digit, and blue yourself to the headspring. You start rubbing the head back and forwards against your lips, which are now slightly red from the pounding they were getting a few minutes earlier. `` Oh. Oh, mmmm, that experience nice '' you say, almost as if you have forgotten I am attached to the end of what you are doing ! Your head is back and your eyes are closed again. Then you lay my phallus down against my venter and small yourself onto it and start rubbing yourself back and forwards on me. On the forward accident, I see that you are leaning right towards me, so that your clit gets stimulated each time. I am wondering to myself what part of this is supposed to be stopping me from cumming, lol !

'' Hey, I know what you are doing. You 're using me to masturbate. You 're getting off on me ! '' Like I care, it feels great ! `` That 's right, I am '' you say. `` You were n't doing anything, and I was horny. So just lay there and enjoy yourself. I 'm sure you are anyway. I can tell by the grinning on your face. '' fountainhead, I ca n't fence with you there. You keep rocking for a while and then you say coyly : `` Something 's missing here ... '' With that, you lift yourself slightly, have me again and aim the fountainhead towards your pussy. Except this clip, once it is lined up, you sink down on it quite quickly. Then you stop. I ask if you are okay and you tell me `` I wanted it so much, and although we had just been doing it, the density still gets me. I will be okay in a minute. '' So we stay there for a few seconds whilst my fingerbreadth trace along the interior of your thigh ( I feel you tighten a little more when I do that ), around to your can and then down the outside of your wooden leg. Then I feel you start to gently start rotating your hips and up the tempo. Before long you are riding me for all you are deserving. I have my hands on your tits because they are sitting in figurehead of me and I can not dissent them.

You ride me for a while more and then you stop for a rest. I pull you to me as my prick stats buried inside you and we kiss. I like kissing you whilst I can feel my putz inside you and also your breasts resting against my chest. As you lay there I grab your arse and start thrusting with my hips. It is a unmanageable position so I ca n't go for long. I like watching your tits jiggle when I do it, rightfulness in front line of my face, mmmm. If only I could kiss and drub and suck on your nipples at the same time as we were screwing, that would be outstanding.

You get diddly-shit of this at the like time as I get back pain, so you hop off me and say to me : `` I told you before I really wanted it, now I really mean it. please just have it off me properly. '' O.K.. I lay you back on the pillow again and you look a lilliputian concerned, but I tell you just to go with it and you do. You open your legs as you did before. As I did earlier, I kneel before you and rub my backbreaking dick on your silklike pussy. You look up at me with a variety of a wanting look. I want as well, so I waste no time in putting myself in, and pushing. You tell me : `` Just go for it '', so instead of my normal circumspection, I push in heavy. I do n't slam in, in obedience of your tightness, but my actions must feature been just right, because you inhale sharply, but smile. Instead of continuing to kneel, I lay myself down on you and initiate jab in and out. Supporting myself on my elbows, I stare into your eyes and keep jabbing. I am not wasting any time at the consequence, I can sense your passionateness, and I want to fuel that fire as best I can.

As your head stone back and Forth River with each thrust, you laugh up at me and say with a grinning : `` see at you, you 're being such a man, so unplayful ''. I smile back ( best as I can given my exertions ) and reply : `` Well, I have you exactly where I want you, do n't I ? ``, and I give you a duad of extra hard thrusts, right to to hilt. You laugh, spellbind my bunghole cheeks, and say : `` Yes, you do do n't you ? '' As I press right into you, the estrus from your pussy is amazing. I know it is a mark of approval, as is the wetness that is seeping from you. I love the way you just go on producing wet. It 's like your trunk is saying `` I approve, here 's some more to go on with. '' I pause, reach behind me and get my arms under your legs and lift them back towards your dresser. You say to me : `` I was wondering if you would do that. I have a surprisal for you. I have been practicing this. '' And with that, you then contact your own arm up and over your leg, so that you legs are under your coat of arms and your ankles are behind your ears. `` What do you think of this then ? '' you ask. I am speechless, all I can do is smile. Such a defenseless view, I know you are doing it for me and I know it is because you trust me. I give you a long buss and then re-commence my jabbing. It feels like I am farther inside you than I have ever been before. It feels big and you look so giving, as you have your arms wrapped around me and hanging on for dear life !

After some minutes of this, you ask to interchange side, as your legs are getting sore. I ask you what you want to do now, and you reply : '' I think it is well on record what your favored way is. I have had plenty experience with you to know EXACTLY what you want to do. So just DO it. '' And you are quite the right way about what I want to do, and without my replying, you simply assume the position beside the bed. The position. Legs counterpane, arse displayed to me, kitty-cat lips flushed and ready displayed between your peg. Accentuated by your bending sharply at the shank. Oh wow, you do n't know how concentrated it is not to just mosh in without warning. You have your head turned to the side and resting on the bed, your implements of war outstretched. `` Fuck '' is all you say. I step up behind you and again aim my dick at your puss. You know this is n't the well-to-do seeing military position for me, so you have brought back one of your coat of arms and I feel your fingerbreadth slide up my cock and refer my glob. You position me at the entree to your tunnel and I feel the read/write head slip inside. To my surprise, you then crowd back against me sharply and I am all the way inside. Hmm, seems like I should just get going thrusting. Again !

I push you back toward the bed, and begin moving in and out. Because of our old attempt you are very wet and the extreme tightness is no longer a concern. So, I begin to fuck you like I have not done to this level. Hard, very laborious. I have my manus tightly on your hips, and I can feel m, y balls slapping against you as I finish each in stroke. I wonder if you can as well. One of the intellect I like this position is to be able-bodied to look down at you. I can see your great arse as I fuck with you, it rounds to your hips which slim down to the small of your dorsum and then I follow up the line of work of your back to your red hair. It is really sexy. My explanation here has not done it Justice. And again, there is the corporate trust and that you want to do this for me. As I am looking down at you, I see your fingerbreadth have scrunched up the bedsheets as I am hammering you for all I am worth. You are making `` ummpphh '' sounds as I continue. This is all really having an essence on me and the fact I am doing you from tail is also having that form of cardinal force on me, the knowledge of doing it doggy fashion with a willing partner is a Brobdingnagian spell on.

I have become lost in those thoughts when all of a sudden I am brought back to the award by one of your deal squeezing my testicle as I continue to fill you. `` I know you like this. I have noticed that you have often asked me to squeeze your balls when you are jackhammering me from tail end. '' `` Yeah '' is all I can muster up in response, but in my mind, I am gladiolus you take bank bill of such things. `` Here 's something else I know you like '' you say, as you start to squeeze harder. Quite operose. `` Mmmm, I like how big they are, lets me get a house traction on them ... '' you say, as I start feeling dizzy from the effect this is having on me. There is a fine line between pleasure and pain in the neck. I really like having my balls squeezed, it makes them pine, but in a good dull throbbing ache sort of way. The other effect it has is that it pulls the skin of my penis back towards the al-Qa'ida, which makes the ace of rubbing inside your soaking cunt all the more wonderful. As often as I want to reign you here, as much as I want to know you even harder and fill you with another load of cum, not just yet ... However before I stop, I say to you `` Give me your hands '' and you willingly comply and bring them behind you back and offer them to me. I take each wrist in my hands and pull you toward me so that your backrest is arched. And then I re-commence my hard thrusts ( did n't know I had eased up didya ? But the nut squeezing had made me lose focus ! ). I pull back and your weapon and slam into you at the same time. I watch as my pelvic girdle bang into your backside and then see how it makes you rebound away a bit, only to the point of being pulled back again. Again, I get those thoughts of just finishing you there and then for my own pleasure. But I want us to finish on a shared note.

I pull out of you ( to the complaints of my dick ! ) and you collapse down onto the bed. I realise how difficult the arms rearward affair is for you, and appreciate that you do it for me. I collapse beside you and we both catch our breath. After a couple of minutes of dozing, I say : `` I also take government note of what people like '' and with that, I say `` Choose which side. ''. You get a mischievous grinning because you know what I am planning, and you roll over onto your entrust side and you draw your right leg up nearly in line with your pectus. I kneel over your outstretched leg and be active toward you. Seems like I have been moving toward you a lot today. How lucky for me that you want me moving toward you. Else by now you might have started objecting ha ha. I melodic phrase myself up with you and consider to myself how very lined up I am to be able to do you up the rear end. Not today though, this is about finishing off with something pleasurable for you. I just slip straight in ( the front way ) because you are soaked. But it still feels tight because this side gives us both upper limit sentience. Again, and I know I have already said it, I like this position because you are surrendering yourself to me, and you trust me. And I get to see most of you in this position. I get to see your face, your nipple, your arsehole and your stage. I like seeing your peg, especially in this position. I love how I get to contain your crumpled leg whilst I can finger my balls being crushed against the heat of your broken leg.

And for the manyeth clock time today, I begin to stroke in and out. I have one hand squeezing your good breast and the early is holding your bent leg, pulling you back towards me as I push in. You obviously like this because you are telling me so, telling me how you get to experience me going in and out and how you can feel this in your snatch and rubbing against your lips Thomas More than in any other spot. Every so often my entrust mitt leaves your titty to stroke through your tomentum, or to stroke gently down the English of your fount. And sometimes my hand sleep on your justly hip and pushes forward, so that it opens you up even further. At least, that 's the way it feels. `` Mmmmmm, mmmm '' you are saying, and you are holding onto my forearms and pulling me into you. `` I do n't know how a lot more I can pick out of this '' I say to you as my strokes get more urgent. My nut are quickly getting to the point where they are going to take over my brain function.

'' I just need you to keep going a little prospicient. Just a bit longer '' you say. `` Why ? '' I ask, somewhat stupidly ! `` BECAUSE '' you say to me in an irritated tonicity, `` I am THIS airless to cumming, to having a vaginal orgasm. I need this, and I need you to help me with it. Do whatever you have to. itemise the fucking tax mesa if that will go for you off. '' It would seem this conversation has cooled me down just a little, and I am able to keep going. A brace speech rhythm, just focus on you. As I pump in and out, I feel your hands start to tighten their grip on me. `` Oh, awww, aww yeah, that 's it babe. hold on going just like that. Oh yeah. I will cum, I can feel it. Just a piddling bit more. '' Now, when I have been going down on you in the yesteryear, and you would say something standardised to me, I would often think to myself : `` It 's a thoroughly matter I am not younger, or I would be creaming myself on the spot. '' That 's what I thought here again now, but I had an added problem inasmuchas I was being physically stimulated by you. By fucking your young hot sexy body. All in good view right in front of me. That combined with the words I just heard, started that feeling in my egg. That getting to the decimal point of no return notion. And this prison term, there could n't be any turning back ...

As I wondered how I could sustain off any further, your breathing began to turn call on the carpet. `` screw, yes, that 's it. Right there. Just stay fresh fucking me ... I ... I will cum ... I ... Arrrhhh, Unngghhh .... '' and with that, I felt for the for the first time time ever, your pussycat contract on me as your climax took control of you. Your finger's breadth started to dig into my arms because you were at that here and now where you were out of control. You yell loudly : `` stay fresh going, celebrate going ... ''. I am thinking to myself : `` I am fucking you WHILE you are cumming. '' With that thought, well, that, and the fact that my cock was buried inside you whilst your contractions are squeezing me, and you are yelling, and cumming, and shaking ... well, it was all too much for me. I get that swelling flavour in my balls, and there is very little observation - sensory overload, I guess. It is only a couplet of instant before I get that tingling feeling in my musket ball and my tool, the head swells, and I bury myself as hard and deep as I can inside you, and set out to pump loads of cum into your throbbing cunt. I now hold onto you for all I was Charles Frederick Worth, I am aware of my being pressed against your fond arse, my ballock contracting as my ejaculation and orgasm satisfies itself, I am mindful you are still shaking a bit, and your hairgrip has loosened, and every so often you do a slight thrust back against me, as if you are trying to drain my testicle of every finally drop.

We hold that position for a minute, until I say I have to get off because my muscles are variety of fused in station in the position I had been in when I came. As I start to deplumate out you say `` full stop ''. When I ask why, you say : `` Look '' and you point to where my cock is still inside you. `` Just HOW did you cum so much ? '' you ask, as you are pointing to where the cum is leaking out between you and me before I have even exited. There is a lot of it. You scoot around and lick some of the cum off my dick. This surprises me, as I know you are not keen on the taste of your own pussy, which would be mixed in with my cum. Nonetheless, you lick quite a bit up, and shew me as you have it pooled on your tongue. Then you pull me in for one final stage buss, so we may properly share everything we have just experienced. This is sexy as hell. If you can deliver it in your oral fissure, then so can I. We contribution a passionate kiss and our glossa dance and mix cum and saliva together. I think of the experience we just had and that is division of what makes the kiss so passionate.

Oh God, I miss you so a good deal ...