Don't you want a mistress? Unnecessary question, taking into account I was futzy. He knew how to fuck and he liked the style, but also the instruments. He liked the room, the attitude behind it and how he played with his tongue. It was as if he had learned something for the first time, but he couldn't be sure until he had stuck it to the root. Everyone knew I was doing it, she was still deluding herself that maybe no one was paying attention to it. She looked at him provocatively, in her dry mind, with alcoholic eyes and more excited by the prospect than by the act itself.
After all, she was a woman, not an animal. After sweet and childish teasing, he finally allowed her to kiss her, forgetting how much she still disliked a forced tongue. He took her hand and guided her to the tzatze, reminding her that he liked to be tormented, pinched, pulled, torn and driven mad. Yeah, he really kisses well. Bite me, she told herself, trying not to be a bastard and start panting like bad porn actresses.
He took the situation into his own hands, began to rub it all his length, insisting on pressing painfully only because he liked to hurt him. It would hurt her later. Finally, releasing his cock from the grip of his clothes, he put his briefs aside and insisted on doing so right there, on the chair, with the light on and the door open. Putin cares. A little awkward, he thought, though he didn't want to lose even 10 seconds of sex. They ran to the room, undressed immediately ...
He sat down on top of her and started to nod. Hell, it's like he didn't moan so loud a week ago. Her vagina began to tighten, at which point she realized she had to keep up. A lady is not disappointed. One grip, two, waves. She struggled lightly beneath him, vulnerable and ecstatic. He sits on his knees and continues to push deeper, more perpendicular, more pressed. He slapped her tits and tried to play with that damn clitoris, that she had never found him with so many lips.
The tension became even denser, she already didn't want anything from him except to finish. He pushed him awkwardly on his back and began to shoot her as when he had first impressed him. He tells her to take it in the ass, she speeds up, her thighs hurt and she finally hears that sentence that gave her another orgasm, "if you stop, I'll beat you." And he didn't stop. Although, next time, who knows. Maybe she liked being beaten.
