Like frightened face gets when you assault case, as if instead of a woman he was attacking a panther from a dark place. I like pretend surprise and let it do everything. I like to follow the game and get crazy. I like to let myself go and feel my juices bubbling under my skin, fighting in my veins, the bleeding until my flesh is inflated with lust.
I have not had time to nothing. I cornered him against the wall, like a pimp whores like a poisonous woman, as if the devil himself had been wearing my clothes and come into my heels.
- I want your cock. Now.
I thought he was going to laugh, but no, did not laugh, has dropped his fly and has taken the cock. I wanted to move and tried to kiss me but I have not stopped.
- No, no, no. You stand there very still, no kisses. Now your tail is mine, for me. I'll get him out all baby. - I took a scarf and I have tied his hands above his head to the rack above him.
I approached a bench short, and I've caught the tail at will, like a shepherd milking her calf. I liked the image. Him against the wall with his arms held high, chest out, like helpless, leaving do, I sat with her legs apart, in a pose of power that has made me extremely sow.
His cock mine in my hands. Up and down on a whim, gliding my fingers, slowly, warm, obedient, moist, mmmmm , feeling his flesh full of blood and lust, spewing secretions, spreading in my fingers, hot eggs are hung vibrating in my energy. My hand went up and down slowly or as fast as I could have done fire with his tail. Her moans cutting the air, I feel like squeezing my pussy, my hips dance of lust, swinging bench, and my tongue whore spreading of desire.
Finally my cock in my mouth. Yes, my cock, mine, mine greedily. The thin skin of his glans stroking the taste of my tongue, the smell came to my brain brains trepanning puffs. The balls have a special smell when a guy is coming out. It's a unique smell can go mad to feel that my head is spinning and you need blood. It smells a male, eggs simmering in milk, is a heavy scent, musky and pungent. All my blood in my sex, my blood rushed through my pussy congested by lust as my tongue turns against its cocoon, painfully slow. I can almost feel his pleasure on the pulse of my hand, I can almost touch his joy throbbing in your mouth. Flattening his frenulum on my tongue, reaching his foreskin my throat, like a sea snake hiding in the dark cave. And my pussy taste breaking, blowing the Machiavellian plop plop my viscosity.
No, there is nothing I like more than the sense of mastery that gives me a dick in her mouth as my pussy explodes and I feel that this man is mine, moving, feeling the beat of my fingers of my mouth, my cerdez. So yes, is all perfect. It is a second or two, your milk about to impact on my lips, he screams, says something I do not understand but I understand that open, creaking, you download. Their milk goes up his tail, and one thing always unconsciously made the same way, all the guys, always, is something that is not defined rather than from the intuition and sacándole me everything, everything he is. And me too. I could die at that moment and, damn, life would have been worth it, is not it?.
His semen slides over my lips as the sap of life, as the reward for my efforts. I stand. And they kiss. And his sperm bathes our lips as the salty ocean swim and succulent where both sex and immodesty.
I got into the forbidden blood in the form of mantras dream written down gradually, as an everlasting rain advice coming from the lips of all my wives. They taught me to measure my hope, to define my dreams, my illusions cut into strips to pour into the soup fool of everyday life. Being a woman was more like a decalogue than a privilege. I promised certainties. They offered me protection. And so my mother became the mafia of my soul and my sisters in the voices that pointed out to me. You, uh, you, do not be yourself, be other, more modest, more docile, more decent . I fear your father, your brother's reputation, the morale of your husband ... crawl to swim, say yes to everything and will save your name, but means nothing, but not owned. Do not look at your body, do not look, do not feel it, feel no desire, do not have fantasies, do not you become a slut, a vicious, a pervert, a whore. Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, dirty ...
broke my mouth sheathing silence me, but finally, I never fought back. And nailed my will to fear and night.
But there is something to be done. Die, and if possible, die many times.
then follow, but you arrested. Follow, follow that impulse, that desire, the life that beats within.
Because there is something wonderful in my blood. Something I love. My Goddess .
She whispered to me in song, softly, like a small breeze. Dance, sing, laugh, write, scream, tremble. Fuck. Sigh me in those breaks to give the cry for breath, for breath, pain in the confusion when trying to prosecute or seek an outlet to empty when you sense that there is something beneath your own skin, waiting, dormant. And filled my head of banned words without knowing that there is something inside me that overflows. Bursts.
Flying, crying, laughing, painting, fucking, eating ... to be ME. Wake up. PASSIONATE. Giving up the ass cold.
weeks ago I do not know you. I know that somehow I hope I do not know why, but I know. I like to leave me alone. My ball. And I like to leave you alone. This is best when we agree. But I miss you. Many times. Some.
Still occasionally phone me. A time to talk to you. Sometimes to hear anything else. To hear how I wear. To hear and breathe when you talk like that.
phone rings. Your voice tells me you're horny. I feel so in love distance. Although you can not fuck. I leave all these feelings in a corner inside me. And I do go out all at once when you see it. You know.
- princesina Hi How are you? Alone? - Holaaaa Where are you? Are you here? Yes I am alone ... - Nooooo, I'd be fucking alive and beautiful ... - Mmmmmmmm, who have a heart defect, you know I love - I love your pork roll " what, do not go today? - not today, today I wanted to be of quiet, but you put a tequila and what tertiary. - the cock you put me, for you played with it.
imagine your face. Imagine how your cock up as I say that. Hear me sigh. You smile. I know. I'm seeing in my head and I know that smile you bastard.
- uffff I'm dying to eat it, to kiss, and eat that cock and then kiss again. - Mmm how you I love it!
up hear as the rhythm of your breathing.
- You's are playing now? Yes? - Am I going to eat a whole? - ask me voice trembles as you - Sure, all the way, to fuck her throat. - Damn beautiful! - I imagine there on all fours between your legs and sucking my mouth, my knees and ... - Fuck that vision ... - ... kneeling in front of your cock, you sat down and my head between your legs ... - Have you been wearing the boxer? - If - Then take her out first one hand and I licked the tip, I sucked the bud, just the tip mmmmm
you feel my excitement . I know. I hear you sigh and gasp as I speak. And I also hear ...
- you page a little, at first slowly, faster then you pulled the boxer ... yes, I love the noise it makes your dick, that noise while pajeas you while you mmmm ... page - yeahhhh, clickety clack ... - After me approached your cocoon and I feel small licks to smell, how to open and warm, with these drops of milk out .... mmmmm - I have it hot for you, almost beats alone. - pajeándote But I, with my hand and my tongue, I spend my tongue around your tail up and down, I give small bites .... - I love you bitch you put - I am tempted to put it between my boobs ... - as I put fox Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm - I magreo tits with your dick, I'm a bitch and get my tongue while moving up and down between my breasts and I lick your asshole - Fox morning I catch a plane and eat it as well! - Up and down, mmmmmmm, I have the pussy wet thinking about it, do not know how good you slip out in here, would be lovely to see your cock disappear inside my pussy, as slowly drained out again soaked me, will you hear?
I put my fingers in my pussy and back out again, quick, my ring finger to hit against my pussy wet, I'm getting warmer ...
- Uffffffff - Then I pajeándote comiéndotela and under until the eggs ... - only you know myself well - the mojo ... and you right, I licked them a and again, I suck, you move them a little shot of them and, while with the other hand I pajeándote cock, bang, bang, bang ... fuck - What image pussy! - ... I feel you writhe with pleasure, and that's the best of everything, then I stick my dick in my mouth again ... - I'm about to cum girl ... - ... even in the whole, to feel like your bud moves to the back of my throat and I move my tongue, I can hardly breathe, mouth flooded with saliva and your cock, grab your hips with my hands and my mouth alone dedicated to your cock ... - The host ... see your face ... - ... and my eyes looking at you, looking as you like, I feel your cock throbbing in my mouth, my pussy is twisting down there, sorry, acting alone, dripping for you ... - Ufffffff - And when I feel you're going to run ... - I'm going to run ... - then stop for a moment, just a moment you stare and I mamándote, again and again, again and again, while I hand pajeándome pussy as I'm doing now ... ahhh my pussy squeezing my fingers ahhh
hear me breathing very excited, we cachondísimos the two, you pajeas and as I speak I have my fingers sinking into my pussy. Hear me moan with pleasure. It makes you crazy ...
- uffffffff cute ... I run ... I run in spurts ... ... - So I open my mouth, and you water my face and mouth your hot milk, you bastard, your whole milk for me, all you taste my mmm
I hear you cum, sigh, groan, rapid breathing, I'm about, almost, almost ... I'm so hot ... I need to cum ...
- Damn how you put me pig! - ... continue licking your cock, towards the end of your orgasm and give a lick and the other to your milk, mmmm very good very good your cock mmmmm mmmmm
My fingers are still in my pussy masturbating, turbos and more, your voice ... your gasps ...
- That bitch you are beautiful do you still playing? Still beautiful ... Touch your clitoris, wet your hand with his tongue and put it on your pussy, and rub it well ...
hear me moan
- So and do you like princesina eh? If I were there I was going to be fine. I stood up against the table and fuck you from behind. I grab their hands and would nail you like an animal cock pant How beautiful! I do not know if I like cum or hear you as you run ... you ... putísima
hear my breath, my hand hits the clitoris with the base of the palm and my fingers in and out over and over again, I feel it coming, like a shiver through me ... huge ...
- I run, you bastard, I cum ... - Mmmmmmm ... I was dying to hear how you run, there is nothing better, cum, cum taste ... My panting flood everything, your voice, your phone, our desire, I squirm, moan, cry ...
... We sat in silence listening as we breathe ...
- Do you know a thing princesina? - What?
back to stay silent. You know I like to be heard as well ... just ... breathe
- The next time you call, I be there, just around the corner ...
not stop raining. Someone once told me that the Inuit have many ways to describe snow. Here there are countless forms of rain. And all bring some nostalgia. I like to feel protected while it rains, it sometimes seems that the world is going to fall, the rain beats against the panes sturdy and keeps the wind roar, seem to be screaming or trying to warn of danger imminent, may, there are many dangers out there ...
Al Eye Lord I've found today in the bakery. It is a very normal guy, tall, slim, has a beautiful big eyes, but timid, barely say hello. He lives opposite me and watching me for months from his window. So what of Mr Ojo . I like him, seems a good guy, makes me very tenderly his shyness and much trash as I observe, so do not hide it. To pick up my loaf of bread I bumped into him and felt a shock when he felt his embarrassment, that way of looking down, to apologize, to feel hot and almost blushing. Looks a little perverse. Shy, gentle and perverse. Bufff, tremendous cocktail, I can almost feel the alchemy of that potion up through my veins and my blood mixing. I could not stop smiling and he smiled at me too. I know I never will go to me.
This afternoon I was alone. I prepared a bath, although I have not put up much time in hot water. Strangely it's hot. Rain and warm. It seems that we tend to the tropical climate. I have dried and I went for some clothes, but to go down the blind I've seen. Staring from a discreet and prudent window loneliness. I've smiled and I've made a hand gesture by sending you a kiss and was hidden behind her curtain.
I think he has gone while I served a drink in the kitchen. The holidays always bring me a surprise, a Sailor Jerry was one of them, a rum and vanilla and caramel aroma. There are subtle pleasures, like the tinkling of ice in a glass. I have shed a third of rum and I've been to the bedroom. I lied in bed and let my room shine Mallow and rum. I grabbed an ice and I put in my mouth. The cold has flooded me like they just open the door to Alaska. I have endured. I hate the cold, but I loved the feeling of resistance. I felt the piece of ice melting on my tongue, burning, filling ice cream flavor in my mouth, dripping Frosty sap on it. I removed the ice and I've gone through my body. He was cold and heat. Slipping through my nipples are erect hauntingly. I knew he was admiring my breasts erect behind the curtain. I have placed so that if I decided to come out of hiding, could see, but at the time could look me in the mirror in my room, spectator of myself and observed the same time.
I looked in the mirror and I'm not sure if the influence of the rum or my ability to auto-suggestion, but I thought it was me and him at the same time. A woman hot, steamy, beautiful, full of passion, life and sophisticated one, ambiguously accompanied by Mr Eye gaze and shyly with him. I have tried to merge with my passions, to empathize with that strange that I am, play to guess, to be another ... to be me at the same time, be him and me screaming my pleasure and delight to him ... The mirror me back somewhat uncertain but eerily beautiful. I knew he was watching me from the unseen, from his corner of perversity and abundance. So yeah, then he has been with me to the depths.
I have become very sow. My hips never stopped moving, slut, show her how I felt, how close he felt. I got my tongue lewdly and I soaked my tongue with saliva and with the same lust that I rubbed my pussy devil spit and desire. All for him, my pussy open for him. All my dirt, my own filth getting the rhythm of my hips and my lust. I know where he was seen or, at least, I imagined my pussy shining, full of joy and excitement, groaning with the laborious act of giving pleasure, my fingers up and down, pinching, groping, rubbing my clitoris, penetrating my pussy , bang, bang, bang, slut , shaking like a worm, zaca, zaca, zaca , autofollándome in a fit of myself, devouring greedily, towering fever, caught up in my fingers and my drunken delirium ...
No more dirty, more nasty, more a bitch than I was when I masturbate. You find me and something very deep and hidden inside me. Something really mine. And everything I've given him. Because yes, it caused me and wanted me, for giving me the win. My pussy was opening before him and to myself in the mirror. Beating like an oyster to die, slippery, broken and bright, with that penetrating odor of the ocean abyss, with the impudence of "All" between my legs, swelling and pain as something beautiful, no doubt red, deep black, inexhaustible mine. My fingers in my pussy, enjoying some of my hand on my clit, getting to me, part of my fingers entering me like him, first one finger, then two, then it could put almost my hand inside my sex in a paroxysm conceived from the outburst.
My pelvis rose into the cosmos, I know he looked like I was watching myself in the mirror reflection of that dark, like a fucking worm hole devouring me to myself, beating myself in my temples, making that I was the head. He launched a sidelong glance towards the window and I've shown as a sacrifice. His figure reached across the window, his hand completely covered his cock and moved to the rhythm of my hips. The glossy and stiff saw before me. For a fleeting moment and imagined fucking me. I do not fuck me. It fucked my mind, my impudence, with all my fucking win. And he obeyed my commands like a doll as an artifact of my burning, sometimes like you do with your cock or your pussy, with your imagination, up and down, follandoos to nothing, or my fucking image, or my words, or obscenity penetrated my pussy as excited, limp and incontinent which may comprise Putiferio the world. So I felt, so I felt. Shaking as a sticky, lumpy wish I stuck to the skin, such as pitch, like a secret that you are unable to let go, wallowing in the mud of my indulgence.
I've raced with her image before me as if I held his cock with my fingers and his sperm sprout from the mirror, as if I were a being hermaphrodite a mating frenzy, with my own image fixed on the retina, writhing like a beast in heat, rubbing her pussy filled with fluid and gurgles, and hundreds of images in my head of the leaflet or other fucking me, fucking me yourself, I did not care, I just wanted to feel the pleasure of giving pleasure, granting to the task of surrender and melt into a single enjoyment, perfect, mine. Myself and the world. Myself and with him, covering his infinite abandonment and mine ...
My neck throbbed with delight when I looked out the window last time I had run twice and I know that floated like a pig in my lust and fluids from my pussy. I felt a tenderness insurmountable, panting like between my lips, my pussy pounded and stirred me with him, his hand holding his phallus, his mouth ajar moisture from the rain on the window ... and we met in the mirror, without other knowing we are safe solitude and silence.
I was spying while I managed, like to watch how I upload my socks or I look in the mirror while holding the finished clip of the league asked me not to put me panties "Come va ... not cold today." was right, strangely for December 31 was not at all cold, no rain was not even a cloud in the sky ... seemed to close the fucking apocalypse ...
glances in the car threw my neck or I clutching his thigh from time to time, but barely spoke, I knew something was guessed but said nothing. I lowered the visor mirror and pulled my brush bar for deep red lips. Before leaving the car I grabbed her wrist and drew me to him "You're beautiful Today, Jodie, how well you feel the red. " He smiled. I like to smile and not say anything because he already knows everything I'm thinking and I like my bad-girl smile and say nothing. He brought his lips to my lips but not kissed me, nodded his head and kissed my neck, down to my chest and ran the tip of his tongue along my neck line "Close your eyes " , whispered . I closed my eyes and I felt his hand crept under my dress. He stroked my pussy and opened it with wet fingers. I felt the touch of her fingers wet with saliva in the folds of my pussy suspenders and the smell of my sex ascending up my nostrils, and certainly to their own, while my clitoris swelled in the air. I noticed I was entering something in my pussy, my balls looked like a Chinese. He likes to get "things " in my pussy, feel is theirs, that I get horny and to deny it ... I too would like.
- "Mmmmm how dirty you are" - I whispered - "Mmmmm slut not as much as you do not want to start the year? went into the house, his family was waiting for dinner. Family dinners soporific not irritate me but because they always end up being a challenge to my patience, I do not know other families, I'm always going to come up with dysfunctional families, rare and unusual, I always end up in a fucking cage of crickets and I've always envied the monotonous discourse of a dinner annoyingly boring and ordinary. I poured a glass of wine. And while the family was coiled on itself as the plant of the Beanstalk, I was growing disproportionately drinking wine and squeezing her thighs to feel the Chinese balls he had inserted me just a while ago. He knew, of course I knew, I looked at him silently asking him to take me out of there and he said the clock indicates that we could not leave before taking the grapes. Then I looked down and noticed a vibration coming from my pussy " Brrrrr, Brrrrrr ." Almost a scream escapes me. He gave me giggle. He looked at me again and again was that moved my egg vibrator in my pussy. Took advantage of family laughter, the volume of the TV and the noise of children to power their remote and get well bitch. He had a raging desire to rub my pussy. I got up and pulled me something holding me by the wrist. He came to my ear and whispered: "Do not even think get him out," I broke him and went to the bathroom upstairs, but he followed me and went to the bathroom with me.
- do not want you take it away, please ...
- I'm going to remove silly ... if you are loving me ....
kissed me I raised her skirt and turned me. I noticed his hands opening my ass and sliding his tongue in it, I was bitten, licked my ass, my hell, I dropped her skirt and kissed me again.
- Damn, I'm out like a dog ... I see you down
and left the bathroom leaving me nasty loss. I took my time alone to touch my pussy to pleasure, I took the egg, I put my fingers rubbed my clit as if I could start a fire with him and when he was about to cum, I went to put the egg in place and went down to dining room.
never had such a hurry to start the year, but looked at him and he pressed the button that was moving the egg to go crazy, sometimes I was laughing and then I pressed lip, others seemed to me that I was going to run there. Finally we took the grapes and we parted abruptly family. When you get in the car ate the mouth and begged:
- Let's go home I want to fuck all night! - No way, Roi told that we would bring a drink in the bar and agreed - I did not know they were going to get so fucking horny ... - Well I am sorry if I left, I've been ... do not worry and I'll see that not happen to you ...
My face was a poem ... We arrived at the pub was packed Roi, threading our way among the people we got to him, kissed him, we congratulate the year and we got a drink, we offer three and opened the little room in the cellar. We talked for a while and someone called. We were alone.
- Spread your legs that you want to remove the egg. - "Here" Now? Hell noooo, you can re Ro ... or anyone! But is it that you've gone crazy? - Come ... vaaa ...
snuggled up to me and kiss me, so if anyone was coming just seems that I was having a bite. On the other side of the wall you could hear the laughter and the roar of the music, the revelry dense and burdensome year-end. He passed his hand under her skirt and ran his fingers softly on my pussy was wet and swollen, had a wild desire to be fucked, that rubbed me, that I put his dick and fuck me a bag, I felt like I caught the thread of the egg with your fingers and very, very slowly pulling him, silicone egg slipped my vagina by granting a silent stroke. "Close your eyes" , I closed my eyes and felt the warmth of her mouth on my pussy, his hands groping my body, discovering it, I heard a door and went to open my eyes but it was light. "Hello? " whispered, trembling, " Shhhh. " knew there was someone else with us, do not know if it was Ro, or who, but someone else was touching me, I felt his warm hands, I felt my body full of hands I stroked or introduced into my cunt, fingered my ass or my tits sobaban, and I felt nervous and excited deaf and deep ... "You like?" - he asked me, I could not answer, just shook me against the wall, I heard the door, a woman's breasts pressed against mine, I'm sure ... "Who is it?" - and he asked again ask "Did you like it? ". Damn already think I was enjoying. It felt strange, different, I was afraid something was terribly sick but do not know what, I had no idea who was in and out of the cellar Does it matter?, Was in and out people, my mouth went pussies, cocks, if you know them, I can not know how many people, I do not care, in contrast, each Once was more delicious. I heard a girl moan as my tongue on her clitoris writhed and someone did the same thing with my pussy, both moaned with pleasure, I felt a cock into my pussy while someone also introduced his cock in my mouth and something penetrated the ass, I do not know if it was a dildo or what but I had never felt so overly nasty, just heard his voice occasionally asking "do you like?, do you like?" and I could barely answer. I heard and felt fucking people around me did not know who they were or how their bodies did not care at all, smelled of sex, to sperm, felt its heat and cachondez and almost could feel like their skin throbbed with desire. I noticed as pinched my nipples or libaban, enjoyed thousands of touch, through my body language, hand massaging, giving me strokes or stroke, making me enjoy ...
I ran once between orgasmic throes of another woman, began flowing again on all fours while I drilled a hard cock and his balls hit my sex, I ran over someone lying on me and someone fucking me, all I felt was not able to watch all that, but I was feeling darkness were divine as if somehow amplify my senses. The odors of their bodies, feelings of my skin or taste in my mouth that left me completely impregnated. When the light came on the music had stopped, her wild hair and I'm sure chorretones of mascara flowed down my cheeks, he approached me, I smiled and whispered: Happy New Year ...
is said that when you are about to die your entire life flashes before your eyes in just seconds. It may be true, and, perhaps, every time you sit down to die, you have the opportunity to choose from all your moments, either to avoid or prevent your death or, in any case, to prevent or avoid pain. Just why this happens, you go to know ...
I've died many times and has never spent my life before my eyes. I've died in tiny deaths in driver deaths in drowning deaths from other deaths, and death shit in death of death. But there are killings of "all one hundred", those deaths which gets a half smile of relief at having been so close. You stay incredibly fucked up, everything hurts and intuit yes, you've been on the edge, because your body is a burden too heavy, like you've gone beyond and because you have lost the power of weightlessness or whatever is taken into another state of consciousness, is that the meat makes one to remind you to feed all that mass of blood, bones and muscles like it or not, carry him and take care of him ...
But the real death from the loss oneself. In this state it falls and not returned. Sometimes it causes certain circumstances. Sometimes not. And then you do not see your life pass before your eyes if you really know you're dying. You exhaust yourself in seconds dilated, as if you have no more balls to see the world through a fisheye lens that distorts everything you see, a world that is real and what is not, a world that seems very difficult to escape the fear, of anger or pain. Everything is exaggerated and disproportionate to limits knowing that at any moment will swoon unable to endure such pain. But no. Stand it. Because we hold everything. And your mind stops. Stops. Just think hold on, hold on. Is a pulse against yourself that eventually wear you down, win or not.
Maybe so, I stand from time to time to dwell on my time machine, letting my whole life before my eyes, without losing detail trying to anticipate the pain to come, to the misfortune to come. And I try to itemize each and every one of the episodes of my biography, if one can be useful to me to this misery. Because I at least do not look unhappy. I try to cushion my pain, do not delete them because I am capable, but at least not wallow in them. No annoying episodes I remember, I will not detail the horrible things that happened to me, I do not want. Only they are worthy to be remembered, if remembered is to live again. And then I remember stuff good, I remember laughing, chills, feeling, touching, sleepless nights, secrets, things, toddler or big boys games. And little by little Frames of my life pass before my eyes reminding me that I was also happy: friends, games, kisses, nights on the town ... and of course, of course, no sex scenes. Sex good. Good little thing. Maybe because sex is something that is so cool remember. Not only positions or details, faces, cocks, but also the game, intentions, or tenderness that caused me, the curiosity, the desire, the sense of adventure, feeling alive, the desire ... Everyone who ever gave me pleasure, or all those to whom I gave my whole to provide joy, then pass on that movie in my life. I feel like my body fills with sap rewarding as my memories go blowing my veins life and little by little, everything begins to make more sense. Then it is easier to hold, just a moment. And I love to stay a while there, knowing that I can die tomorrow, and I will be the same if you see the tunnel of time in the last minute that passes before me my whole life.
