Amed was pumping slowly and gently caressed her pussy was my beloved cornutello while I stroked her face with kisses, constantly asking "how are you? You like?" I did not answer, but making it clear annuvo c he was on the seventh floor cielo.Pian felt the prick Amed become harder and deeper and could not understand what profondità.Non of questions within and 26 cm were then asked to verify the sweet horns approaching and he told me it was still less than half than what already fuori.Pensai I had enough to make me stragodere.Amed was away from my body and expertly maneuvered the plane cazzo.Pian began to pump faster and I thought he had now arrived and was ready to cum, I relaxed again and I enjoyed the cock rubbed against the beefy walls of my swollen umori.Amed pumped harder and harder and I was expecting a splash of cum exaggerated, but .... going faster and faster he went as a dead weight on me poking around the cazzo.Dal maximum enjoyment was passed the maximum pain, it seemed only a moment in the lower belly and open urlai.Amed asserted that it was all over me I drove his tongue into her mouth and was fermo.Io I could not breathe and felt a pain in the pussy pazzesco.lui stood, and after 3-4 minutes it started to move his cock now standing there heard him come in stomaco.Ero subject to the plunger of Amed with a reassuring smile while you kept saying "we are all really slutty dentro.brava.sei and doce desirous of whom I spoke to your husband telefono.che gentle tickle your pussy do the hair of my two balls full of cum for a te.Sei extraordinary lover, I've fucked a lot but you are the queen of sluts "His words to me they relax and the pain was replaced by huge libido and a great feel as well as long pumped me made me proud to enjoy the beautiful pussy that was why I found myself able to enjoy a fucking amazing after all those dimensions, I was finally pumped long pervaded A sense of enjoyment ever tried and I thought .... size matters ... eccome.Il my treasure while being fucked in an exaggerated way and pulled fotografafa saw, at one point was reached with copious sketches both me Amed . My pussy was a fountain of pleasure as it had never been and was panting like a Amed distance runner in a race until he was saying words that do not understand and I was flooded by a swollen river hot.
After a while Amed began to withdraw his cock and just come out of my pussy made the sound of a bottle of champagne just opened a small bang which was followed by
the escape of so much cum that you went to deposit on the sheet.
I burned so much that her pussy but just asked my treasury to take a can of Coke from the minibar that I leaned on the labia majora to soothe the burning.
Amed turned to me and said, "like, I'm sorry, I like you so much and I could not rimenere away Essert wanted him to do so and I had to poke around inside, I think I made you ill, but I almost never like to stick around te.Complimenti.figa with fantastic "And my treasure took over the waterfall of cum from my pussy with the camera.
After a shower and some agreed to go to dinner insieme.Rivestito Amed returned to his room and we Sun beds on the bed exhausted, satisfied and quiet.
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Smells like sex
What happened?
Where did you go? Where is the girl who slip in the daisies
in your hair, those flowing, long and smooth as silk, not the
hairstyle you have now Roman matron, who played and rolled in
meadows with me and laughed and scoffed and then kissed me with all of impulsion
the impetuosity of carefree twenty years?
I look at you now. You are not the same. The expression hardened between the eyes
and the dark look that does not turn on for me. No more runs in the
deserted beach at dusk, no more bonfires and shooting stars and kisses and
gasps and whispers and caresses your body tense and my soft and stretching
towards you.
An endless line of umbrellas. All the same rust-colored,
perfectly aligned. In our new world there is no room
for the disorder.
Own home, two children, a reassuring bank account and an SUV
brand new as you would expect from a family like ours. All
right things and in their place.
I see it. I see how you look, is not news to me that your eyes
sly and mischievous.
On average, high, average and sovappeso mediamento married. Goatee and
shaved temples. Blue eyes.
I've got brown eyes, the color of the universe no longer anonymous. Like me.
Looks and insistent reciprocated between the deck and greasy sun cream
solar and wet bodies.
Looks blues and blacks that are woven, over our children
play together, above the tedium of marriage, above the tedium of the whole
this life.
`Then I go '
`Yes, I rest with the children '
It was rigged. Only a slight haze, but there is. There would be no need
to stay. Julia and Frederick sleep like rocks and in any case are
large enough to be able to spend a few hours alone.
But I do not want. I did not feel like fully equipped with the villages
palm trees, walkways neat and tidy, animators frenzied and insistent
demented and their toys. I feel like disorder.
I close my eyes. At this moment I would be on a deserted beach,
ocean with the wind blowing hard on you face and a girl
Let put flowers in their hair.
But I go out. On impulse. Air. I need air. The Tyrrhenian Sea is not
the Atlantic, but if I close my eyes I could make it, I'm not
so old that no longer being able to dream.
I walk past the amphitheater, bombastic music and revelry.
Animation lead from the speaker's voice haranguing the crowd
delirium holiday. They're playing a game, I think we understand,
recruit pairs of men-children and make them play with their own
like big kids themselves retarded. I'm going to move on when something I
leads us to stop. A laugh that I know well, in that grove of noise and
shouting. Argentina laughter, fresh and happy as I felt not the most
twenty years.
In fact she is on stage. Besides, between you and the animator is the type of
beach.
Waves, laughs and moves in that game for children moron.
The guy with the goatee is histrionic, you can see from a mile away that tries to
to impress her, on the other hand does not refuse at all. If you want to
to impress my wife to come get blue eyes. They are a guarantee.
Here, I feel pain now, call it jealousy, and yet nothing.
The void.
The game assumes that the two are intertwined and struscino positions
complicated, of course, erotic. Her breasts are laid back
man, who once surprised. He clearly liked the look and
flows into the neckline is full of greed.
Satisfied smiles. Have you noticed the blue on their breasts and hug him
look that is more targeted than a promise.
I do not know why.
Because I am crouched behind a willow tree, the shadows of empty fields
sports as a voyeur spying on my wife who allows himself to a
unknown.
Not a trace of that pain that comes and not expected to arrive.
I stand by while palpating the breasts, squeezes hard, hands
to bowl on the light fabric of summer dress.
He had not so great when her tits. I think I have grown with the
pregnancy and after there have been bulky and cumbersome, ready to
to the delight of some unfaithful with blue eyes and a goatee.
He kisses her on the neck and once I give my wife languidly with
libido in the face.
If you want to fuck my wife baciatela neck. Not resistant, guaranteed.
The neckline plunges a hand, knead for a long time, then a semi-circle
unbuttoning her dress.
A breast, big and heavy slips out of the bra, half
lowered.
And 'white as milk and its unexpected appearance and overbearing
pierces the darkness of the night and makes me feel a thrill at all inspettato.
I do not know more than your body. These new forms do not know your
curvaceous ladies. Too much time has passed since the last time I
removed the nightgown and admired your naked body in the light
warm and discreet of our room.
Kisses her tits. One at a time. Sucks, and those larger alveoli purple
that so many times I licked, swallowed disappear in the gross goatee
a mouth alien and unknown.
You lift your skirt, while all around the crickets begin to whine
Psalms obsequious.
The white panties, tanned thighs at the bottom. His hand that
penetrates, you who bowed his head and sighs.
It 'made, clearly surrendered, no more will prevent this man from
fuck my wife in the complicit silence of this corner apart.
Certainly not me who I am petrified behind this tree weeping in
ruminating feelings and not feel that I should try that and other new
I should have and I have.
He kneels in front of you and her shaved head disappeared under her skirt
black panties fall to the ankles and you rolled his eyes, sighs
and let this man, you do not know even the name, lick
The voluptuously quim.
I've taught you this game. At first you did not want to know
oral sex. You said things to animals. Only little by little you
let it go to my kisses and my explorations wet.
`Dammit, I'm coming! ' I've shouted a voice ridiculously naive
the first time. I think I still feel the sting of your
thighs on the cheeks, on your own taste foul language.
And 'the flash of a moment, then back to the present. This is now
before me, under the diaphanous light of the lamps of the field
basketball. And 'my wife, the one I married more than ten years ago,
is the mother of my children leaning against a tree, the pants down
and legs spread, her pussy gets licked by this man.
In the end I knew it would come this time. I knew from the day
when I started not to look over as he undressed in the evening. For
ignore it for days to reject the idea of having to digustato
quell'arpia something poisonous with whom I had just finished
fight over a light left on or the volume too high.
A few impromptu adventure and hasty affair, I had
definitely transportation off any residue.
Yet I seem to find yourself in a new light while this will
strips and strips in front of you in turn.
Maybe it will be for the white breast dangling limply out of the
shoulder, or maybe it will be for the hand that now creep in
pants, but something inside me moves. I thought a new desire
now gone over me to see that hand moving in my pants
of the unknown.
The're touching my cock. You're squeezing a cock that is not mine. E
move the hand wearily as he lowers her dress and bra you
only solution, and the breasts quivering as you leap out of two
bags of jelly.
Works to free, strap buttons, zipper, and finally arrives.
A thrill to violent and gross cost when you finally see
shake your dick. The masturbate limp, tired with the rhythm
which I know well. Does not last long. He will put his hands on his shoulders
forced to decrease. We know what to do all three now.
Or at least what he wants from you.
Here. Now I just want to see what happens. If you really my wife
he will put in your mouth fucking disgusting. Because she hates it seriously
this thing here.
After years of attempts, and I insisted I had lost all hope
let me make a pump until my wife in the most unexpected
evenings, for the first and only time, actually happened.
His mother had died that morning, and I do not know if depression
followed or what, but we ended up in bed almost immediately and there in a
sigh and a tear my wife finally agreed to have it
mouthing.
I seemed to touch the sky with a finger, even though technically it was not
a great thing. It was the first time in his life that he did and did not know
well as move. If you rubbed a little 'in his mouth open and when
finally decided to stick it in his mouth he could not go
over the glans.
I still eiaculai almost immediately.
I did not realize at the time, but the crickets have stopped complaining and
now we are all there to wait and see what will my wife.
And finally Marianna moves. He holds in his hand Tretto, opens his mouth,
China is, and - at that very moment with a crash depart
Automatic sprinklers. For a moment the scene is comic, you jumped up
naked and he is behind you, with that almost looks like a cock dangling
satyr chasing its prey.
Chasing and trying to get away from the water jet eventually
falling into it just below, and clinging to each other trying to get rid
wearing clothes that have the last.
And now look at me. I am the guy from behind, and slightly balding 'hunched.
Look at me while I masturbate watching my wife having sex with another
man. Look at me while I admire the nude body, tanned and rediscover
as if for the first time.
Between the folds of her skirt raised in life, we can see her pussy.
Also stop masturbating for a better look at this hole that once
I belonged and where he soon penetrate another man in my place, if not
I do nothing.
And 'so long that I will not give them that I'm surprised to discover
perfectly smooth and hairless. I did not shave there. In our time
or at our age, there was and there is this fashion of shaving the pubic area. The
fact that has made me rediscover the youngest and available.
Maybe not even begin to feel jealous, but at least jealous
this guy with blue eyes who was able to take to bed,
that is, on the lawn, my wife with her new boobs and shaved pussy.
It happens without me noticing. She is lying prone and he is over
nibbling your ear. Now I should step in and snatch
on. I realize that something is happening only when I see the bare ass
him moving rhythmically up and down.
A dense pierces my heart. Should I jump now or run away
up and torn off, whatever. And I stay here
suffer watching my wife gets fucked like a dog from another.
I see well now that I had them put on all fours. It has not even taken
the trouble to take off the dress. Have your skirt rolled up on his back
straps and lowered the heavy breasts, out of the bra
oscillate violently, his face in the stomach, it crashes with a thud
hours of a dull and then the other.
Not even the most murdered whores so you are hitting in the middle of the field
of a squalid suburban garden.
Whore!
Whore!
Whore! Cry.
Then come cum copiously on the daisies.
Indentation is almost dawn. Sgaiattoli in the bathroom trying not to
noise. I make sure that the children sleep and I'll join you. I hold in hand
close an iron bar.
You are in front of the mirror and you bathe your face. Your eyes are rimmed
red. You must have wept. He looked up and watch it without understanding my
grim face reflected in the glow of neon.
Do you have any bruises on the neck and arms. A shoulder of the dress is
torn and can be seen in the breast inflating the bra. You stink of
sex and wet grass.
I feel a chill in the back while I lift the heavy bar. I do
sucks, I hate you more than ever and I have a craving to fuck.
Without a word I'll come back with the bar open space. You snag
new dress, denudantoti the chest and buried his face in the crook of
neck. We stiffen, then close your eyes and let yourself go and I
caress, looking with your mouth mine. Bumps when you hear my
bar crawl between your buttocks.
I'll lean over the sink, I find your cunt, your new Pussy
filthy shaved your face and look stunned in a shrink
grimace of pleasure as my rod slowly penetrates inside you.
Where did you go? Where is the girl who slip in the daisies
in your hair, those flowing, long and smooth as silk, not the
hairstyle you have now Roman matron, who played and rolled in
meadows with me and laughed and scoffed and then kissed me with all of impulsion
the impetuosity of carefree twenty years?
I look at you now. You are not the same. The expression hardened between the eyes
and the dark look that does not turn on for me. No more runs in the
deserted beach at dusk, no more bonfires and shooting stars and kisses and
gasps and whispers and caresses your body tense and my soft and stretching
towards you.
An endless line of umbrellas. All the same rust-colored,
perfectly aligned. In our new world there is no room
for the disorder.
Own home, two children, a reassuring bank account and an SUV
brand new as you would expect from a family like ours. All
right things and in their place.
I see it. I see how you look, is not news to me that your eyes
sly and mischievous.
On average, high, average and sovappeso mediamento married. Goatee and
shaved temples. Blue eyes.
I've got brown eyes, the color of the universe no longer anonymous. Like me.
Looks and insistent reciprocated between the deck and greasy sun cream
solar and wet bodies.
Looks blues and blacks that are woven, over our children
play together, above the tedium of marriage, above the tedium of the whole
this life.
`Then I go '
`Yes, I rest with the children '
It was rigged. Only a slight haze, but there is. There would be no need
to stay. Julia and Frederick sleep like rocks and in any case are
large enough to be able to spend a few hours alone.
But I do not want. I did not feel like fully equipped with the villages
palm trees, walkways neat and tidy, animators frenzied and insistent
demented and their toys. I feel like disorder.
I close my eyes. At this moment I would be on a deserted beach,
ocean with the wind blowing hard on you face and a girl
Let put flowers in their hair.
But I go out. On impulse. Air. I need air. The Tyrrhenian Sea is not
the Atlantic, but if I close my eyes I could make it, I'm not
so old that no longer being able to dream.
I walk past the amphitheater, bombastic music and revelry.
Animation lead from the speaker's voice haranguing the crowd
delirium holiday. They're playing a game, I think we understand,
recruit pairs of men-children and make them play with their own
like big kids themselves retarded. I'm going to move on when something I
leads us to stop. A laugh that I know well, in that grove of noise and
shouting. Argentina laughter, fresh and happy as I felt not the most
twenty years.
In fact she is on stage. Besides, between you and the animator is the type of
beach.
Waves, laughs and moves in that game for children moron.
The guy with the goatee is histrionic, you can see from a mile away that tries to
to impress her, on the other hand does not refuse at all. If you want to
to impress my wife to come get blue eyes. They are a guarantee.
Here, I feel pain now, call it jealousy, and yet nothing.
The void.
The game assumes that the two are intertwined and struscino positions
complicated, of course, erotic. Her breasts are laid back
man, who once surprised. He clearly liked the look and
flows into the neckline is full of greed.
Satisfied smiles. Have you noticed the blue on their breasts and hug him
look that is more targeted than a promise.
I do not know why.
Because I am crouched behind a willow tree, the shadows of empty fields
sports as a voyeur spying on my wife who allows himself to a
unknown.
Not a trace of that pain that comes and not expected to arrive.
I stand by while palpating the breasts, squeezes hard, hands
to bowl on the light fabric of summer dress.
He had not so great when her tits. I think I have grown with the
pregnancy and after there have been bulky and cumbersome, ready to
to the delight of some unfaithful with blue eyes and a goatee.
He kisses her on the neck and once I give my wife languidly with
libido in the face.
If you want to fuck my wife baciatela neck. Not resistant, guaranteed.
The neckline plunges a hand, knead for a long time, then a semi-circle
unbuttoning her dress.
A breast, big and heavy slips out of the bra, half
lowered.
And 'white as milk and its unexpected appearance and overbearing
pierces the darkness of the night and makes me feel a thrill at all inspettato.
I do not know more than your body. These new forms do not know your
curvaceous ladies. Too much time has passed since the last time I
removed the nightgown and admired your naked body in the light
warm and discreet of our room.
Kisses her tits. One at a time. Sucks, and those larger alveoli purple
that so many times I licked, swallowed disappear in the gross goatee
a mouth alien and unknown.
You lift your skirt, while all around the crickets begin to whine
Psalms obsequious.
The white panties, tanned thighs at the bottom. His hand that
penetrates, you who bowed his head and sighs.
It 'made, clearly surrendered, no more will prevent this man from
fuck my wife in the complicit silence of this corner apart.
Certainly not me who I am petrified behind this tree weeping in
ruminating feelings and not feel that I should try that and other new
I should have and I have.
He kneels in front of you and her shaved head disappeared under her skirt
black panties fall to the ankles and you rolled his eyes, sighs
and let this man, you do not know even the name, lick
The voluptuously quim.
I've taught you this game. At first you did not want to know
oral sex. You said things to animals. Only little by little you
let it go to my kisses and my explorations wet.
`Dammit, I'm coming! ' I've shouted a voice ridiculously naive
the first time. I think I still feel the sting of your
thighs on the cheeks, on your own taste foul language.
And 'the flash of a moment, then back to the present. This is now
before me, under the diaphanous light of the lamps of the field
basketball. And 'my wife, the one I married more than ten years ago,
is the mother of my children leaning against a tree, the pants down
and legs spread, her pussy gets licked by this man.
In the end I knew it would come this time. I knew from the day
when I started not to look over as he undressed in the evening. For
ignore it for days to reject the idea of having to digustato
quell'arpia something poisonous with whom I had just finished
fight over a light left on or the volume too high.
A few impromptu adventure and hasty affair, I had
definitely transportation off any residue.
Yet I seem to find yourself in a new light while this will
strips and strips in front of you in turn.
Maybe it will be for the white breast dangling limply out of the
shoulder, or maybe it will be for the hand that now creep in
pants, but something inside me moves. I thought a new desire
now gone over me to see that hand moving in my pants
of the unknown.
The're touching my cock. You're squeezing a cock that is not mine. E
move the hand wearily as he lowers her dress and bra you
only solution, and the breasts quivering as you leap out of two
bags of jelly.
Works to free, strap buttons, zipper, and finally arrives.
A thrill to violent and gross cost when you finally see
shake your dick. The masturbate limp, tired with the rhythm
which I know well. Does not last long. He will put his hands on his shoulders
forced to decrease. We know what to do all three now.
Or at least what he wants from you.
Here. Now I just want to see what happens. If you really my wife
he will put in your mouth fucking disgusting. Because she hates it seriously
this thing here.
After years of attempts, and I insisted I had lost all hope
let me make a pump until my wife in the most unexpected
evenings, for the first and only time, actually happened.
His mother had died that morning, and I do not know if depression
followed or what, but we ended up in bed almost immediately and there in a
sigh and a tear my wife finally agreed to have it
mouthing.
I seemed to touch the sky with a finger, even though technically it was not
a great thing. It was the first time in his life that he did and did not know
well as move. If you rubbed a little 'in his mouth open and when
finally decided to stick it in his mouth he could not go
over the glans.
I still eiaculai almost immediately.
I did not realize at the time, but the crickets have stopped complaining and
now we are all there to wait and see what will my wife.
And finally Marianna moves. He holds in his hand Tretto, opens his mouth,
China is, and - at that very moment with a crash depart
Automatic sprinklers. For a moment the scene is comic, you jumped up
naked and he is behind you, with that almost looks like a cock dangling
satyr chasing its prey.
Chasing and trying to get away from the water jet eventually
falling into it just below, and clinging to each other trying to get rid
wearing clothes that have the last.
And now look at me. I am the guy from behind, and slightly balding 'hunched.
Look at me while I masturbate watching my wife having sex with another
man. Look at me while I admire the nude body, tanned and rediscover
as if for the first time.
Between the folds of her skirt raised in life, we can see her pussy.
Also stop masturbating for a better look at this hole that once
I belonged and where he soon penetrate another man in my place, if not
I do nothing.
And 'so long that I will not give them that I'm surprised to discover
perfectly smooth and hairless. I did not shave there. In our time
or at our age, there was and there is this fashion of shaving the pubic area. The
fact that has made me rediscover the youngest and available.
Maybe not even begin to feel jealous, but at least jealous
this guy with blue eyes who was able to take to bed,
that is, on the lawn, my wife with her new boobs and shaved pussy.
It happens without me noticing. She is lying prone and he is over
nibbling your ear. Now I should step in and snatch
on. I realize that something is happening only when I see the bare ass
him moving rhythmically up and down.
A dense pierces my heart. Should I jump now or run away
up and torn off, whatever. And I stay here
suffer watching my wife gets fucked like a dog from another.
I see well now that I had them put on all fours. It has not even taken
the trouble to take off the dress. Have your skirt rolled up on his back
straps and lowered the heavy breasts, out of the bra
oscillate violently, his face in the stomach, it crashes with a thud
hours of a dull and then the other.
Not even the most murdered whores so you are hitting in the middle of the field
of a squalid suburban garden.
Whore!
Whore!
Whore! Cry.
Then come cum copiously on the daisies.
Indentation is almost dawn. Sgaiattoli in the bathroom trying not to
noise. I make sure that the children sleep and I'll join you. I hold in hand
close an iron bar.
You are in front of the mirror and you bathe your face. Your eyes are rimmed
red. You must have wept. He looked up and watch it without understanding my
grim face reflected in the glow of neon.
Do you have any bruises on the neck and arms. A shoulder of the dress is
torn and can be seen in the breast inflating the bra. You stink of
sex and wet grass.
I feel a chill in the back while I lift the heavy bar. I do
sucks, I hate you more than ever and I have a craving to fuck.
Without a word I'll come back with the bar open space. You snag
new dress, denudantoti the chest and buried his face in the crook of
neck. We stiffen, then close your eyes and let yourself go and I
caress, looking with your mouth mine. Bumps when you hear my
bar crawl between your buttocks.
I'll lean over the sink, I find your cunt, your new Pussy
filthy shaved your face and look stunned in a shrink
grimace of pleasure as my rod slowly penetrates inside you.
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