My Cyber Lover
His eyes do it. They say so lots, and at meter reveal so niggling, but right now, his judgment is wide open as he stares into my eye. He makes me melt. My tummy flips all over the billet, and it is such a delicious adept knowing that he hasn't had to lift a finger, or raise an eyebrow, to make water me crumble this way. Putty in his manpower. His eyes are flaccid, the laugh lines at the corners showing the slightest movement that always signals a grinning, and yes, there it is, and I am totally lost - what is it this man has that gives him such powerfulness over me ? And why don't I fight him ?

He reaches over to me, his slightly tanned hand contrasting beautifully with my very nighttime, deep all over tan. Our eyes are locked as his fingers start the slow spider walk up my forearm, over my bicep to my shoulder, and from question to toe my pelt bursts into goose bumps, and if I wasn't an Red Indian my tegument would be flushed, I can sense the passion of excitement growing beneath the surface. His hand moves across my berm to my neck, and then he buries his fingerbreadth in my hair as he gently moves my head towards his, our eye locked as our lips touch, and I am so ecstatic I can't stop my middle closing, I feel his glossa probing softly, meeting my tongue, and he tastes so Creator, meliorate than vintage vino, salutary than the respectable Swiss chocolate, so exclusively, uniquely him. He lets my tongue investigation his mouth, and then he returns the compliment. I am conscious of his helping hand moving so that my headland is resting in the crook of his arm. Somehow our bodies have moved closer together, and he has rolled slightly so I am cognisant of the heating system of his trunk, but even more aware of the serious inspiration of his penis, as it becomes engorged with blood, and rises along my thigh, and very soon is fully charged, throbbing, pressed urgently against my thigh and my hip.

While he cradles my read/write head in the crook of his left arm his hand gently strokes the slope of my breast, stopping at the crown to tease the teat, fine-tune it, pinch it gently, and then continue to stroke the firm, taut mound. He is an proficient - his other hand slides down over my ribcage, slowly across my tummy, lingers at my navel, teasing it softly and then continues down, down, down to the apex of my legs. I have no control over my legs as they part, knowing that soon he will explore the soft, wet cavity. But he teases me even more, his hand sliding down over my second joint to my knee, and I bend my leg so he can turn over my calf. I am helpless, I grip his incredibly inviolable bicep in my helping hand, I have to feel him, feel his skin, and I stroke his arm. Our clapper are doing the dance of lovers, twirling in each other's mouths, tasting the hullabaloo. Our breathing is overweight and coordinated, my breast rising to meet his grueling chest, and I enjoy the feeling of the hair's-breadth covering him. He moves his coxa slightly, I am cognisant of his penis pressing against my hip and I realize that a expectant drop of precum has settled on my thigh. I hope he will let me wet-nurse him so I can savor the taste of things to cum.

The increasing urgency of our want makes us be active at the same time, as his hand crawls up my inner thigh and settles gently, covering my swollen, wet lips, my handwriting relocation from his bicep down over his vapid, difficult stomach. I am surprised by the heat of his penis as my fingerbreadth gently touch the bulbous header. I hear a sharp-worded ingestion of intimation, I open my eyes to face cryptic into him and he can not disguise the pleasance, the deep lewd enjoyment of my fingers trying to encircle his cinch and not quite making it. I register somewhere deep inside my learning ability that the man is beautifully endowed. I can not serve signalling my pressing need and I move my pelvic girdle upwards slightly, and he responds by slipping his mediate finger between my saturated lips and stroking the hot, soft shape. So expert is this man that he goes directly to my clit, gently touching it and enjoying the nonvoluntary reaction he gets as my hips jerk towards him. It is such an intense, compelling sensation, I move against him, suddenly aware that I am gripping his penis very tightly, and I enjoy the knowledge that he can not discontinue himself moving against me.

For what seems an eternity we gently explore, he stroking the wet cavity between my peg, inserting number 1 one, then two, then three digit into me, and pressing his knuckle duster against my clitoris. Our sassing haven't parted for a bit, and I am aware that I am moaning as I writhe against his mitt and his body, my tit aching for his dentition to nibble on them, and I suddenly realise that I might be hurting him with the pressure level I am putting on his phallus. Slowly we move our caput away from each other and I am cognisant that he is anxious to incite. He gently kisses first one, then both of my nipple, and slowly and gently he rolls me onto my binding. My legs are blanket apart and his fingers are still buried deep in my pussy as he moves me, and slowly he removes that mitt and I expect him to slide his leg over mine and to billet himself, cook to go in me. But no, he really surprises me by moving up my consistency and straddling me, sitting on my ribcage, my titty pressing against his thighs. I now see his beautiful penis, this throbbing, twitching monster with an angry purple mind and one eye just inch from my face. He pulls his prepuce rightfulness back, revealing the moist header, and he inches forwards, places a deal behind my drumhead and raises my face to his penis. I need no urging - I open my mouth and ruffle my tongue over the read/write head, and I sigh with joy as I taste his precum, his excitement. I slide my lips over the head, and wonder at how I manage to get it into my mouth. This is a declamatory cock ! ! ! It is such an incredible routine on for me when a man takes control this way, and the way he just straddled my thorax was so positivistic, so commanding, my god, where did I incur him ?

I won't be able to get all of this into my oral fissure, but it will be fun trying ! ! There is an urgency in his bm, his little drive, and I slide one helping hand around to transfix his buttocks while I grasp the basis of this adorable penis in the former. He is so toilsome, and seems almost at the point of exploding in my sassing and I hope he does, I want to taste him, I want to look up at his eyes as he pumps his life essence into my throat. He is looking down at me, with a cover girl little smile in his face - he knows what I am thinking and he leans back a little and I feel his digit touch my wet, engorged lips and research the hot slit. He unerringly habitation in on the clitoris, and I jerk violently against him, and he chuckles and does it again. I let him know that I have teeth in my mouth and he seems to enjoy the gentle nip that he gets and he knows that there is no way in the world that I could do anything to suffer this wonderful, powerful cock that he is letting me suck. I fondle his fleshy balls, the most vulnerable point on any man's consistency, and I suddenly realize that this man has thought of everything - there is not a pubic hair in stack ! ! What a gentleman !

He withdraws his cock from my oral fissure and I almost panic, but then understand that he is moving down my body slightly and he places his penis between my titty, pushes them together and slowly starts a gentle hurl movement. I can't assistance but wonder at the incredibly erotic contrast of his phallus against my skin, talk about light and shade ! ! As he slides through the tunnel he has made, the almost regal head appears, the small eye slightly spread and ready to release his spermatozoan, and I raise my head slightly so that I can lap up and suck in the read/write head. His digit are dancing on my clit, driving me to the point of no return. He pushes his cock through the tunnel and as it appears I see a thick pearl of precum at the eye, and I lick it off as he pushes between my brim. Just as I am preparing to suck he adjourn and dismounts, bringing his face down to mine and once again we kiss.

His finger dance over my breasts and pubic bone, sliding through the moist slit, and I am aware of him moving in a way that I know will put him over me. I feel breathless at the opinion and certain enough, he is kneeling between my full spread knees, looking down at my body, and holding his phallus in one hand. A think newsflash through my idea - I am so happy I took my Brazilian comic strip off earlier, presenting him with a totally simple and uncluttered hummock. Once again our eyes are locked as he holds my hips and moves me slightly, I am almost swooning at the chance of him entering, and he slowly, gently introduces the tip of his member to my throbbing, engorged sassing. A slight pause, then he moves, and the beautiful bulbous oral sex component the lips and goes in a very short aloofness. He sees my business concern and he whispers to me to have a look and I am overcome. The sight of his thick, long member contrasting so beautifully against my skin is nothing short of awe-inspiring, and as we watch he slowly slides into me, meeting some resistance from the muscle which grip him. Slowly he disappears into me, and I can not stop myself from moaning and writhing, trying desperately to get more of him inside me, but he is hard against my pubic pearl, against my button, and he starts to slowly withdraw, my musculus fighting to hold onto him, to hold on him leaving, and he does, only to labour back into me, this time with some effect, or force which makes me grunt as he goes all the way in, right up to some internal barrier that won't give way no matter how hard he pushes.

His helping hand are on my tit, kneading, squeezing, stroking, and I reach up for him, my arms go around his neck opening and his shoulders as he slowly comes forwards and lies on top of me. Our oral fissure ignition lock, he sets up a very sultry, highly arousing movement, in and out, in and out, and the sense experience I feel are so dainty I am almost swooning again. As he drives into me I feel his hard balls pressed against my prat and I wish he could get them into me as well !

There is nothing I can do to barricade myself - the sensation starts cryptic inside me, spreads over my pubic sphere, down my legs and up my physical structure in a muscle crunching, nerve rattling wave that rises, and climb, and boost, and somewhere inside my brain I am aware that my nails are raking his backbone and his butt as I lose control completely, succumbing to a shattering orgasm that has my eubstance gripped and shaking as wave after Wave roller over me. I scream into his mouth, he kisses me harder, thrusts thick and stays like that, his set, sway hard penis embedded deep inside me, riding out the storm of my sexual climax, waiting for it to settle, holding me, ignoring the torture he must feel as my nails dig into him.

Slowly the wonderful sense datum leave me, and I lie, exhausted, under him, and realise that he has moved slightly and is taking the weight of his body on his elbows. He whispers in my ear, asking me if I'd like another, and all I can say is ‘ Yes, Please,'and he starts his gentle, highly sensual apparent motion, back and forth, into me. My nerve endings seem raw and even more tender and in seconds I am feeling the start of yet another coming, and he seems to sense it. His thrusts become longer, more forceful, more urgent, and again I feel his balls crushing against my hindquarters as he goes in really deep. This time there is a change in him - this metre I feel the strength of his penis, the impossibly hard, engorged cock seeming to exposit inside me, each thrust hitting hard against the internal obstacle, his butt rising and falling with enormous might as he drives up my hot, very slippery canal. As I reach the peak, that delicious point of no reappearance I am suddenly aware that he is there also, his solid organic structure has gone totally rigid, his toes gripping the footboard of my bed, his hired hand under my buttocks pulling me up to him, and as he hits the peak he does the most tremendous surplus thing, by slipping his middle finger into my bum, seemingly all the way to his articulatio cubiti, but it is, in reality, just to the knuckle joint. And now he cums, I look into his eye and we share our agony of pleasure, his beautiful member pumping jets of semen into me, each jet producing an agonise groan from his throat and he seems to go on forever, jet after jet pumping up me, and oozing out of my rim, and we enjoy the most exquisite, divine wizard of cumming together, something a lot of people never achieve.
The man is a master, a legend. And a myth .