... I put my hands over my lap, felt the moist warmth between my thighs (or rather the hot desire to give myself to him and his wishes immediately, on the spot?) ... my hands wandered deeper, deeper , to my labia.
I didn't know where to look (not him !!) at this moment; However, that did not apply to grasping. That worked perfectly (sigh).
I stroked them slowly, up to my clit, also let my index finger slowly circle on her, almost fleetingly, just a touch ... (if I had had more time, I could have done it with myself for hours, now and then a thrust into my vagina, an interaction with my muscles, mmmmmmmh, oh yes ...)
However, I didn't have to build up any more lust, greed or lust, that was already there (and how!), This was not about hot games in my imagination, this was real (and yet unreal) - and I really wanted more . So I quickly forgot any reluctance and began to work my vagina harder, my clit, felt the sweet pain and that I was already flowing inside, longed for my little soup, which would have driven me to the edge of madness long ago ... how I would have loved to have him now to massage my labia or to penetrate myself spontaneously, which could have doubled my arousal from within ...
This situation itself, all of this made me completely crazy.
I did the only possible thing, I closed my eyes as I continued to indulge my fingers and my imagination, hoping no one would come in now because I wanted to savor it, I was ready, in a place I wasn't for I wanted more ... now ... here ... as he had said ... and I felt that I wasn't far from it ...
"Wait," I heard his voice. I opened my eyes in confusion, now? Wait?
But he was standing in front of me, and in his eyes I saw the flash of pure pleasure. I saw his towel had fallen, and I saw still more, his splendid erection; his glans, moist, smooth, shiny red, glittering ... for me ???
I held my breath. And he knelt down, his hands powerfully on my hips, his touch ran through me like an electric shock, he took me, my hips were suddenly against his ... the last thing I felt was how he penetrated me powerfully , his hard penis filled me and there was nothing I could do but hold on to my towel to adjust to his rhythm ...
I didn't know where to look (not him !!) at this moment; However, that did not apply to grasping. That worked perfectly (sigh).
I stroked them slowly, up to my clit, also let my index finger slowly circle on her, almost fleetingly, just a touch ... (if I had had more time, I could have done it with myself for hours, now and then a thrust into my vagina, an interaction with my muscles, mmmmmmmh, oh yes ...)
However, I didn't have to build up any more lust, greed or lust, that was already there (and how!), This was not about hot games in my imagination, this was real (and yet unreal) - and I really wanted more . So I quickly forgot any reluctance and began to work my vagina harder, my clit, felt the sweet pain and that I was already flowing inside, longed for my little soup, which would have driven me to the edge of madness long ago ... how I would have loved to have him now to massage my labia or to penetrate myself spontaneously, which could have doubled my arousal from within ...
This situation itself, all of this made me completely crazy.
I did the only possible thing, I closed my eyes as I continued to indulge my fingers and my imagination, hoping no one would come in now because I wanted to savor it, I was ready, in a place I wasn't for I wanted more ... now ... here ... as he had said ... and I felt that I wasn't far from it ...
"Wait," I heard his voice. I opened my eyes in confusion, now? Wait?
But he was standing in front of me, and in his eyes I saw the flash of pure pleasure. I saw his towel had fallen, and I saw still more, his splendid erection; his glans, moist, smooth, shiny red, glittering ... for me ???
I held my breath. And he knelt down, his hands powerfully on my hips, his touch ran through me like an electric shock, he took me, my hips were suddenly against his ... the last thing I felt was how he penetrated me powerfully , his hard penis filled me and there was nothing I could do but hold on to my towel to adjust to his rhythm ...
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