The first meet part 2
After meeting at sone public place, we drive to a
dive of a motel. Our clothes sheed almost before the
door swings shut by itself. We kiss as our naked flesh
touches for the first time. I pull slightly away. You
lean foward not wanting our mouths to part. I push you
back so you fall onto the bed. I part your legs and
slowly kiss my way up your legs. You let out soft
moans until I get to your ticklish inner thigh. I move
slowly to the v of your legs. With my fingers I slowly
part your lips as my tongue now darts to your clit.
Between slowly sucking and flicking my tongue across
your hooded little spot, I hear your first orgasim
without penitration. Your pussy is just dripping
waiting for the next step. My fingers slowly enter as
I continue my kissing path up your body. As my fingers
start rubbing and squeexing your g-spot my tongue as
licked your first breast. Your nipples are errect from
pleasure, the cool air coming from the noisy AC, and
the saliva from my mouth suckling them. You again let
out a giggle as my chest hair now brushes across your
chest. Our lips meet again but you let out a little
sigh as my fingers your themselves from your snatch.
Your disappointment leaves as my fingers part your
lips as my cock now slides up and down your slit
rubbing your clit. You turn my head and whisper into
my ear, begging for me to enter you, to fill you, to
complete you. Slowly I lift my hips and adjust myself
so my tip is just in your opening. I thrust foward
slowly, your pussy tight enough to offer resistance.
The warm wet feeling engulfing my rod. With each inch
we stop and pull slowly back then enter even further.
Soon we bottom out and the thrusting begins. Hard deep
strokes. Faster. Harder. Your legs now on my shoulders
for even deeper penetration. Then the tingling in my
balls. One more thrust. Hold deep. You begin to ask
whats wrong when you feel the pulsing. The throbbing.
The pumping of my seed deep inside you. We collapse.
And kiss while my member slowly shrinks inside you and
my seman leaks onto the cheap flower pattern of the
bed spread.
or we could play scrabble?
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