Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32
Women he knew IIShe had the reputation of being a snob. Spawned by a long line of European gentry, she indeed occasionally put on airs. That’s why they called her “The Countess”.He was a bit of a troublemaker. A big city boy who didn’t give a crap about pedigrees and titles… a true republican, with a small “R”. He despised the Central European landed aristocrats with a vengeance.Of course, they had to run into each other at a party. They danced, they drank, they yelled at each other over the music. And before they knew it, both were sitting in his car, she with her tongue down his throat, and he with his hand on, then with his fingers in her sopping pussy.Their affair was brief. 8 weeks, maybe 9 1/2 weeks… appropriate since that movie was playing at the theaters in that time. But into those few weeks, they crammed two years’ worth of fucking.She was insatiable. The first weekend, they only made it out of bed to grab some food from the kitchen. Well, and for fucking on her living room floor, a sofa cushion under her ass so she’d feel his dick tap against her cervix. His rug-burned knees took a week to heal. Which didn’t keep him from sucking her pink-cherry clit, slip his tongue down her hot, tight escort kocaeli pussy… or fucking her each way to Sunday. The first time—well, really the second time, since she sucked him off in the car that first night—, he’d made the mistake to only have a two-pack of condoms with him. Which usually had been enough for the good girls he had slept with before. But she had him fill both condoms within the first hour after they had finished dinner. Then she asked for “dessert”… and he happily obliged, again and again, until he had run completely dry and no longer needed to pull out of her when he came.Later, when his dick felt like rubber and the contractions of his ejaculations felt like a string was being plucked, hard and slightly painful, she turned to him and said “Ya know, I could go again.” He briefly counted the number of his orgasms and arrived at six so far. He was close to telling her that he’d had enough. But hey, you don’t turn down pussy when it’s offered, especially hers! And a minute later he was rock hard again, taking her doggy style on the bed, her magnificent full breasts slapping back and forth, her pussy foaming white as he took her long and hard, his eyes on her beautiful gölcük escort soles, his thumbs spreading her ass so he could take in the glory of her tight, virgin asshole.This was his favorite position: Ass, pussy and feet all in full view! He came like a fire hose, again and again. Except for this afternoon, which had left him high and dry in the procreative juices. Quite literally so.But then, one day, he noticed something even better than her contracting sweet, pink sphincter.He was taking her on her back, kneeling and pumping between her thighs, “tapping brain” as she called the pounding her cervix took in this position. When he took his eyes off her swollen clit, which she was generously showing off by spreading her pussy lips apart with both hands, he noticed her smile. Her eyes were shut… and her lips parted slightly in the most obscene, self-absorbed, orgasmic ecstasy he had ever seen. Then he noticed goosebumps raising up her thighs… the chest above her incredible rack flush pink. And suddenly, she erupted. A swell of clear liquid pumped out her dick-filled pussy, splashing him and soaking the bed well into the mattress. First, she made no noise, just held her breath. izmit sınırsız escort But then she couldn’t hold it in and released a loud, climactic groan that he figured the neighbor all the way up on the fifth floor could hear. That put him over the edge, and as he pulled out of her liquid cunt, his semen pumped in long white jets over her stomach, her breasts, even into her face. As he collapsed on top of her, he could feel his ejaculate on his belly and chest, hot first, than rapidly cold and sticky.This was her first squirting orgasm. And many more followed over the subsequent weeks, as he took her in her kitchen, in his car, on the balcony, in the staircase of his apartment building, and of course in their respective bedrooms. He paid her back in kind, by drenching her tits, her belly, her beautiful ass, and her delicate toes with the gold nail polish.It ended as suddenly as it begun. He had to leave town for an internship abroad. And when he returned three months later, he’d found the girl he’d marry. Little was said between them, and when they parted they knew that they’d never meet or fuck again.But over the years, as his marriage matured and his wife’s interest in sex declined, he often thought of her orgasmic smile… and that first gusher of female cum. And for a long time, that memory set him over the edge as he flooded his wife’s pussy with his own cum… or required manual release in those dry weeks that make up civilized marriages…
Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32