Do not hear us
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Posted:Jul 16, 2019 10:29 pm
Last Updated:Apr 16, 2024 11:13 am
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Your gaze is fixed on me and pierces me like the luminosity of the universe. You tell me no, that it is not the moment and that my parents can listen to us. But my hands move with a life of their own and have already decided to caress your sex with the same pressure with which our desires invade us.
You push her away, and you tell me again not with a tender and mischievous smile. I feel a chill run down my neck sweeping the borders of contention. I can not resist your feminine charms as I perceive how your body trembles with desire.
His face is angelic, warm and morbid. I wonder if Miguel Angel himself would be able to build so much beauty in one of his sculptures ... although we will never know. Her black and velvety skirt makes my hands enjoy the softness that accompanies her vertiginously rounded curves. I think I'm going to lose my mind ...
I take you hard and I take you astride me. Your lips crave mine so much that your kisses are translated into bites as if they wanted to speak a language they do not know. Holding my neck you laugh when my hands caress your wet pussy.
Again you tell me no, but this time without the use of your language. That tongue that I want so much that it walks by my member that sighs to shouts to free itself of its imprisonment. My mind plans a riot to escape from that jail of cowgirls. My right hand presses again on your sex with strong and fast movements. The music starts to sound with your moans, but I scold you so that my parents do not listen to us and discover.
- You're crazy, we can not do anything here, I do not want your parents to catch us
-I do not want to share your moans with anyone. They are heavenly music for me. But do not worry about that, I'll see to it that you manage to contain them
-You're getting really bad, but we're not going to do anything, so to ...
His feet return to land on the ground, but his gaze has stolen the fire to hell itself. I approach her rubbing my erection on her body. Your breathing slows the accelerator.
-I want to be inside you. I want to see how your face fades and shows me the release of your content desire.
-I hate you ... shut up now!
"Do not you like me to let you know how much you put on me?" Or are you not feeling it?
He puts his hand on my cock and rubs it with her while he looks at me desirous releasing a sigh like a whisper that has just come out of hiding
-Puffffff
-I love you all for me and see how you penetrated while you beg me to fuck you more and stronger.
-Tomorrow, not today.
I lie on the sofa in my room and lie on top of her. A sum of changing sensations sweep my body and I need to feel a single being inside her. I ask supplications to the devil himself to remove that fault and throw it away from her. I need to taste his sex with my tongue and press on him while I feel his hands tangled in my hair.
-I want to taste you all! Starting here ... "I say in a choked voice because of my accelerated breath and press into her vagina with my hands
-A) Yes? Right around? -She tells me with her naughty and playful smile
-Yes, although I'm not going to settle for that. You will have to endure the torture of my cock coming and going from you while we look into each other's eyes ...
I start to move on her, hitting my erection on her sex with my clothes on. His hands rest on my back and he starts moaning loudly. It has fleshy and sweet lips that I imprison with my hands so that it does not break out in a scandal.
-Do not force me to gag you precious -I tell him with a provocative and defiant tone
-Stop doing that or I'm going to run with my clothes on
-Who told you that these are not my intentions? I'm already looking forward to seeing you do it ...
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