Here is where the erotic infinity begins. Pick your entrance, choose the story you feel more attracted to and enjoy it as much as if you were living it.
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Her thin fingers take a fry and in the way she introduces it in her mouth makes you think how she can eat something thicker and longer being with you in private. Gently you undress me and put me inside of the tub, then you take a sponge to rub my body from the neck to the toes, softly, sensually, tender. The sponge caresses my body as if it was your fingers... I go to the dresser and take out my underwear. I choose the perfect match so by the time you undress me you can take them of with that sensualism of yours. I put little drops of perfume in my neck, ears, arms and my groins, it feels like small kisses from your tongue. My hips were looking for the heat of your pelvis, playing to caress your pubis with mine, trying to wake up your heat and your passion which was laying languid and without movement under the sheets. With a soft move she sits over your hip and takes off her blouse leaving her bared breasts free. Now she is ready to retake the road from your chest to your navel. My hands are already relaxed, they are not anymore attached to the chair, now they are touching my belly, feeling my sides trying to find you. A sigh tells me where you are… That sensation of cold and hot I felt over my nipples are now between my legs and about to get inside the most wet spot of my body, but it is not your tongue… Your hand keeps on climbing trough my legs until you reach my humidity; yes, as always I'm not wearing any underwear, and I know this turns you on. You start to caress my cunt but just superficially, making me to finally rest my whole body in the sand The first time she touched me... I can not forget. I fell in love with her eyes, and she did so with my touch. Was like a magic connection between both of us without caring of his presence. Mr. G was behind me now and a strong hairy arm wrapped itself around my waist and pulled me against him. His mouth was again on my neck and this time his hand found its way under the front of my shirt. He cupped both my bare breasts with his huge hand and played with both my stiff hard nipples, the right one with his pinky and the left with his thumb. Nothing else matters in this moment but me. I'm so concentrated in this dream I can't distinguish reality from illusion, those hands pressing my muscles start to walk over my chest and my neck... All of a sudden one of them unbuttons my blouse, so I open my eyes to find you behind me, doing the same you were on my dream. It's sensual and provocative... It's name is "Black Emmanuel", the sound comes from the bed room so you walk there to find a lighting rode made with candles and a mattress fully covered with red roses petals. I come out from the bathroom with a white night gown. Slowly you take my dress off and I stay there wearing only a white satin underwear. You have notice as always I'm not wearing a bra and panties, just this satin dress. You caress it with your finger tips as if it was part of my skin. Jerry was always the one who decided what we were going to play. His bedroom was more like a private toy store, where I lost myself dreaming whenever I happened to spend an afternoon at his place... That night I wanted to let loose, to lose myself in my own fantasies where, of course, Jerry was my main lover. After several tequilas our mutual flirting was more evident, more open, and more explicit; and it became direct when Jerry said: “Although, you know, not everything has changed. I still have an impressive collection of toys.”
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