Mouth And Tongue Are Sex Toys And Love Instruments

I locked him in my mouth, picked him up and gagged. The guy was on oral sex and I sucked him his huge part to the last drop. But his tight club was still standing.

The myths that, let’s face it, Somewhere based on reality, states that men cut off in any way, especially with their mouths, while for women, all the trimmings important, “he said, while he lay down and his warm finger playfully circled around my left nipple. Presumably, he wanted to let it go now that he was in the thick of it, but even then I could name his desire – well, not the longest one, but the size pretty (huge) really open wide to get it in his mouth, but there was little danger of getting into trouble with the choking reflex.

Come here now I want to do it with your mouth

It was the first time I thought about screaming a man through my mouth and the love instruments in it. (Well, he did not scream out of pain!) Oh, I’m really good at it, even a little proud of it, but you’ll certainly believe me if you know me !!! Anyway, I blew him one and felt as always creative and ingenious, as the matte tone of his fragrant, strong, bluish tail turned into an opalescent satin lance. I aimed for high gloss polish. I liked how his cock and lips stayed hot, even though I came up frequently to get some air through my mouth and see how long it would take to finish. But you know, there was an unspeakable problem in this whole affair. He was constantly trying to pull me closer to “gratify” my turn. Now, however, I had only focused on a “blow-job” and a few caresses, and besides, it seemed to me that he had not enough, and that irritated me a bit.

“No.” “Why not?” “Not yet!” I leaned down again. Some like it soft and some strong, but everybody likes it hot, and everybody likes it wet. I switched from gentle to strong and focused on hot and wet. A motley, sweet confection of alabaster-colored teeth, a raspberry-red tongue and strawberry-red mouth. Silence for a while … apart from his soft grunt, which I followed. “When?” he stammered. Oh, I knew exactly what he was talking about. “When what?” I teased him. He sounded like drugged: “… when …?” This greed amused me. “Come up here, I want to do it with your mouth.” Oje. “Do it?” “I” do it with his mouth, so he wants to “do it” with me?

My “it”, which he probably thinks is “down there”? Nobody could “make” my mouth with it !!! So why him ?! With a few moves and tinkling it is not done with me !! “Why?” He replied, “Why what?” and sat up. Silence, and suddenly … “Why I want to eat you, you compulsive, word-wise, little hooker? Why am I putting my face between your thighs and wanting to kiss you everywhere, just not on your clit until you’re ready for me beg for you to do this little favor, or until you push me against you or try to grab me by the ears and steer you to where you want me, why I want to do that? ” During this speech that silenced me, as you will probably allow me, he methodically put me down again, gently pulling my legs out from under me and spreading them until they were right and left of him. “You want to know that?” he went on, and began playing with both hands in my pubic hair, cuddling and familiarizing himself with the area. He found the gap, but failed to open it, convinced that he could persuade him at the right time already to get it all alone.

I got hot when he closed my lust with his mouth

Oh, I tell you, his tongue and mouth did incredible things. Once, contrary to his announcement, she brushed my clit, but only once. A little slip, really, but … Then he broke his mouth from me, his body and got up unexpectedly. I watched him go to the bedroom door, see what a muscular butt he was taking with him, and how the door closed behind him. Well, this strange treatment was completely new to me. I was almost bursting with passion, and he tormented me with these distressing interludes. But one with confidence, I just found it wonderful and in turn awesome. The door opened again. His diabolical eyes fixed my body, which curled up like a worm, calling its name, full of desire. Smiling, he approached, his right hand hidden behind his back. “What you up to?” “Water is life …!”, Spoke and poured the warm liquid over my vagina, licking and sucking it with my mouth. Gradually I lost the thread. – Almost worthy of me. “Would you like that … with two men?”

He came up and took his hands away from everywhere, where his mouth had been, he stroked my body, put his hands and mouth around my firm breasts and touched my erect nipples, took them between thumb and forefinger and tugged lightly She let go of it, then excited her even more. Yes, and then slowly my pelvis began to contract. A strange feeling. “… someday?” He stared into my eyes for a moment, as if expecting an answer. From me, I did not bring out any sound! I saw his eyes wandering over my breasts, my ribs, my stomach, his hands going back to where they were most eagerly awaited, his mouth following behind them. And then his hands and his mouth were in me and on me, in ways I had not dreamed of before. Sometimes there seemed to be no separation; I could not have said what belonged to whom. Our mucous membranes were one unit.

This was not a monotonous, mechanical rubbing, as I hate it, not a shy, timid licking that I do not even feel, no, that was not the procedure I always had to endure in order not to be “happy” in the end Bathroom to shake. No, he drank me; I was drunk, truly! “Tell me, tell me !!” And I must have answered him, asked him to suck, please suck, please … And he did. He sucked and sucked his mouth, breathed my oxygen and made my brain completely empty. And I came, again and again, for the first time in this life, with all the glorious feelings that had become strength and tension and energy; A force that was good for nothing but letting it come and hurling it out of my brain, my spine, and my lap. And just as the last wave, which I might have endured, washed over me, he penetrated into me, unerring, his arrow found the wound already open and eager to be deepened. Keep still … then bump, again hold still, and with such controlled, utter passion that I let myself fall again, deeper, deeper, faster, until I arrived and screamed, screaming in my throat, silent. But this is just a story, the content dreamed, tried, but never achieved.