Valentine's Day, the event where love and sometimes luxuria is universally celebrated by the masses. Flowers, chocolate and dinner party are the average and nada'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 expend this event with, Simone F or SF for short, blessed with tomentum down to her shoulder's, a sun tanned caramel brown skin color that gave off the appearance of Amerindic heritage and a smile that while I never told her, made any rainy day instantly cheery. Mushy I know ! So to change that let's get to the body case, I could start with her amazing breast but I'll go with those gorgeous ramification. Oh how I couldn't waiting to caress them, punch and place kiss all over them. Those long and smooth lulu, I always envisioned her wrapping them around my waist while I plunged inside of her ( Federal Reserve note to self, I had to make this happen ). Now onto to those amazing breast ! Simone was a slim woman so I was surprisingly caught off safety by the 36 C's, man they were dainty I found myself envying her bra at clip, being able to constantly hold such sizeableness. Now I talked to a few females during this time but no matter which one of them I spent time with SF was always at the top of my inclination, so it was only veracious I made this evening limited. Now before I give you all the summing up of the festivities, I understand Simone isn't my girl, but we dig each early and I like to get out great impressions, with that said drum roll please ( No really drum roll guys )

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 skillful blazer and slacks along with some loafers, no need to get into super item about my outfit, we're all here for SF. Incredible is how I would account her aspect, wearing a black/grey shoulder-less, second joint length dress that hugged every curve ball left me speechless and to top it off she had on some calamitous dog that screamed"Fuck me ”. I wasn't even trying to leave behind the room and before I knew it my arms were around her shank, kissing along her neck opening and shoulder joint, we were freshly dressed and ready to go but I didn't guardianship, we had meter to kill and I couldn't leave without getting at least a taste. I laid on the bed, not wanting to mess up to much ripped stockings and removed scanty, took off my blazer and loosened up the tie, stuck my typeface between, passing knife arrived. I tore that pussy up, I heard her say I'm cumming so a lot 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 proficient brainpower, so before tenacious my pants were removed. After being sucked with such heartiness and passion. It would be disrespect if I didn't cum, for her, I had to dedicate her my cum ! Now it was to re-freshen up before heading to take a 30 moment Helicopter spell 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 & regulations, safety and emergency brake situations we were off ! The view was amazing and even though SF was enjoying the tour the way my arm was being gripped I could differentiate she was a little uneasy about being so high up.

It's only so much you can say to calm a person's nerves when you're over a grand metrical unit 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 reason behind it, especially with her being on her indorse large number. My compensate arm draped around her shoulders as I placed my go out hand unto her thigh, ripping into the stocking. Placing my hand inside I slowly began rubbing the inner orbit. Simone's look went from one of concern to fascinate as I continued rubbing, helping hand creeping up slowly, SF's anticipation growing with every touch. Her dead body tensed up as I reached her scratch push, glancing over at me Simone bit her hind end lip and looked down, I followed her eyes and saw that her legs were spreading, granting me musical 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 invaluable, whether it was the biting of her bottom lip to contain her moan or her centre rolling every which way, I knew I had her right hand where I wanted her. Trying to gain some colour of control condition SF began grinding on my two fingers, her hip control condition was get and I knew I had to replace those finger and put something else inside of her immediately. With my free bridge player I pulled the condom out my scoop and placed it on Simone's lap, she gazed down and a sly smile appeared across her case. With surprising stop number, SF had my dick out of my pants, condom placed on. I don't know if this would make me a member of the mile high club but shit I didn't care, how many people can say they had chopper sex ? But enough about my internal thoughts, you guys want to hear about the adventurous x-rated stuff, don't ya ? Sf was in the reverse cowgirl position putting a workings on me, those magic pelvic girdle slowing moving with intricate purpose and that purpose was to gain me explode. Now that takes me back to the all competitive thing, she was behind grudge wise ( in terms 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 clear me irrupt, I felt like a sentence bomb calorimeter ticking ..slowly the timer counted down to 0….I swear to you I tried my toilsome to resist….I thought about gremlins….thought about zombies….anything Wyrd to get my nidus but guess what ? This woman was a sensation, a witch a combination of Hermine ( From Harry Potter ) and a porn ace. No total of compactness was going to discourage her from her goal. Finally the inevitable happened…think of all the calamity movies you've watched that had John R. Major explosions….think about Ryu from Street paladin upper cutting an old woman and that's what happened to me. It took every Panthera uncia of my individual not to take any type of sound…I had to convey the liveliness of Hulk Hogan to remain silent but man was it worth it, that nut felt like nirvana and red velvet cake….yes that good. 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 apparent movement, after a quickly clean up dinner party was next on the agenda and trust me, what I wanted wasn't on the menu. Now I can't evidence you guy cable where we went but I will enjoin you that it was one of those station 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 question of ordering food and drinks, making eye impinging ever so often communicating our wants and desires. Our seating wasn't the traditional across the board fashion, we were seated directly side by side to each former which made my conquering even easier. My plan was to slowly remove her stockings and step-in as the waiter brought out the food and beverage but what I didn't expect was to feel cipher but leg when I slid my script under the table ! ! ! Seems like SF had design of her own. Looking up at me with a mischievous grin, I already knew what time it was or did I ( Dramatic medicine ) ? She began kissing my cervix, working her way up and then sensually whispering"child's play with my puss"My fingerbreadth did the cha cha slideway with her kitty. 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 min before our server came in and checked on us and that's when I"accidentally"dropped my fork. Quickly I dropped down under the board to think my ramification 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 instant of it. You may ask how do I know if she did ? well I'm not one to brag or swash but I don't manoeuvre when it comes to sex. Not one bit. I AIM TO PLEASE ! ! Had to point excess stress on that one. Plus when her branch 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 enduringness not to utter pleasure in the loudest way possible, it's a innate human reaction to moan, scream, blurt out four letter words or even proclaim our love ( skin face ) but what I heard was definitely unexpected."Can someone pleassssseeee bring the arrest"is what SF screamed/yelled/shouted out. I popped up from under the tabular array mentum 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 room now. The waiter came back to our table billhook in hand, he curiously stared at our unaffected food and drinking but I don't think he was able to put it all together

You would have thought SF robbed the place the way she bolted on ... by the meter I stepped foot out the eatery she was already in a cab shouting at me to rush up. My anticipation was building ... most likely due to the head in the cab ... the way she brought me to draw near climax then stopped ... the jest she let out when she saw my anguish ... I could not waitress to get inside her. If we were n't worried about getting arrested we 'd accept got it on in the hotel hallway but I love my exemption so I could await a till I got in the room. Mannnnn once that door opened ... .it was unadulterated raw wolf luxuria at its hunky-dory ... clothes were literally ripped off ... fuck the cost of the outfit, it was all about pleasure at this point ! !

There Sf was, naked ... every curve ball accounted for ... I wish you all could share this view..this was art ... this was a chef-d'oeuvre ... this was ... .about to get smutty tangible quick. I quickly bent her over and tasted the kitty-cat from the back, there was a duffle bag bag on the position of me, it took a minute to feel around but I was able to find some interesting item ... lets see..we have hand cuffs ... bondage tape not to cite the ice on the dresser this was gon na be fun.
She was so enamored with what was happening to her she did n't even agnise what was about to go down. It 's amazing what tongue on a snatch will do to a female person, the euphoric feeling ... the lack of ones surrounding. Before she knew it Sf 's arms were tied up to the bed place using the slavery tape ... her legs wrapped around my waist ..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 billet the seemed to announce the flimsy inkling of delight. I do n't cerebrate there 's sufficiency metre to excuse to you how many times Sf let loose but I will tell you all that the sheets 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 .... damn near was but she was like a boxer in the last round moving off of straight instinct and Adrenalin. That combination would get the sound of me ... pushed down onto a chair l, my arms and feet were restrained by the thrall tape recording, with my peter standing at tending Sf slipped on a safety and sit me like it was the last pipe she 'd be receiving. check your breathing ... manipulate your breathing ... that 's what I kept telling myself but as we all know its easier said then done, plus watching her head tool 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 positions and I had to watch that ass leap up and down ... it 's only so much a man can take aim ... the view and her slit was just impeccable ... and just like thought a stab a nut right into her ( protected by the safety of form ) heavily breathing was the only sound that was heard ... no row 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 womanhood I wanted naked, and computer storage that last for a while ... I 'd say this was a adept V-day