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[Wild women dreaming wet...]
Strange Night (MF, rom)
by Isa (c) 1991
You are so soft and gentle, my sweet princess
I will never let anyone hurt you
And you couldn't ever hurt me
even though I would so much like you to do that sometimes.
I had begged you to show your strength.
I know it is there, deep inside you, in those tender hands of
yours, which touch me so softly and carefully, every time like it
was their first time.
But that evening was different. I was sitting in our kitchen,
eating chocolate ice cream, when you came in, slammed the door
behind you, entered the kitchen and then I knew: that strange
look in your eyes -
I had hoped to see that for so long, was it what I thought?
You were in a strange mood: you laughed and were much more
relaxed than usually. Carelessly you threw your shirt away,
squeezed your round breasts with your arms and brought them close
to me. You grabbed some of the ice cream from my bowl with your
fingers, spread that onto your nipples which erected in a second,
giggled and brought them close to me so that I could suck the
melted ice cream off. I decided to bite them tenderly, and soon
noticed that this strange mood of yours had alredy made me so
wet.
You said you wanted the game to be yours tonight, I promised you
anything. I could feel the tension in every muscle of your sweet
body, this was so new and exciting for both of us. So firmly you
took my clothes off, I was almost scared for a moment. You had
refused to even touch my nipple ring before, and now you were
pulling it so hard with your teeth. You were naked in front of
me, I touched your clit and felt the lust throbbing, smelled the
lust coming down your thights.
You told me to stand still against the kitchen sink, brought the
leather harness, laughed, but didn't put it on. Then I knew this
would be the fuck of my life, the answer to my prayers. I spread
my arms and legs, waited... oh, baby, quickly... - ...the first
crack was careful, the second and third so firm, you continued,
and the slapping sound got me wild.... You masturbated there in
front of me, the wild look in your eyes licked my burning body,
which stood there against the cold kitchen sink.
All of a sudden you stopped and sighed, gave me the harness. You
wanted the game to be mine from now on. I couldn't resist. I took
your favorite cock, tightened the straps calmly, and knew we
couldn't wait longer. I asked you to come on me, opened your legs
and tasted some of your hot lust, watched when you put the cock
inside the throbbing, wet sweetness and sighed. You began dancing
on my still burning body until I came, then you came loudly and
your body shaked on mine.
[Les Amantes...]
We never discussed what happened that night, but I hope the magic
remains in that tender body of my princess.
Ara's lover
............ The famous writer of this story: Isa Vierula ...........
Her author Profile:
"I'm Isa, living in Helsinki, 28 years.
I love sex - but just with my lovely girlfriend
(or sometimes alone...)"
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