Two Horny Women Do It Hard Until Pussy Orgasm

A party has gone completely in the pants. No one but your best friend has come. But why, or what is to stop you from fucking each other. The pussy with the dildo to work on then dripping wet pussy. Just finished, a guy is at the door.

Helen was the only one of three invited which appeared to my inauguration party. She was thrilled with my sweet little apartment. I could see from her eyes that she was looking for something. “And where are you sleeping?” she wanted to know. With a practiced grip, I flipped down the wide foldaway bed. How could it be otherwise, she dove for it and chuckled: “If we stay alone, we can inaugurate the appropriate furniture.” The thought was to my liking. I was not angry anymore that the others had not come. Not a minute later our naked bodies snuggled together. The hands and lips had free rein. Helen was surprised when she groped my overripe fruit. “Luckily,” she growled, “that your other guests have not come, you’re running out of lust already, wait, I brought something.”

With such a double dildo, she came back. I was immediately impressed by the dimensions

We moved our bases together. Helen threaded the long thing on both ends and screwed us both at the same time with one hand. Her hand was the linkage, the plastic penis with the two acorns of the pistons. It would have been just that it would have hissed at every thrust as in a double-piston engine. Hot enough my pussy was actually. Helen growled at my best moment: “You have to have a real guy again.” Her hand went a little faster at this rate. She apparently wanted to catch up with me. When we had exhausted, we oraculared about how we could catch a guy. “Can not be difficult at twenty-four and our bodysuits,” she mused aloud, groping again for my bosom. “I’ve just had one,” escaped me unintentionally. “Tell!”

I did not want to. She left no peace. I knew how she likes to listen to erotic stories in tender hours, to read or to be consumed by the video. So I confessed to my very best friend: When buying furniture, I had generously announced in the shop that I wanted to make the construction of the wall unit with the bed itself. The seller warned me, but I wanted to save money. After two nights, I had the theater. The bed just could not be unfolded. The company was very accommodating. The next morning a mechanic was on hand. And what a! He was maybe twenty-five, with jet-black hair and a sweet mustache. At almost two meters I appreciated him. The guy had not dropped his mouth. He immediately patted what I had been doing in the new bed. I think I even blushed. Immediately I had the stormy night in front of my eyes, which I had celebrated with myself all alone.

My clean-shaven pussy screamed for him

While the fitter was working, I was standing near the windows. Later he told me that he could see through the bright sun that under my colorful dress I had nothing but my bare skin. I could have fallen into the ground when he came very close to me and held my strongest dildo under my nose and remarked: “He was stuck in the mechanics of the folding bed.” With a subtle smile, he pushed the dildo to my stomach. My grip on it went something wrong. I deliberately touched the powerful bulge in his pants. He was cheeky enough to notice, “Let’s try the function of the bed.” I remained speechless, but went to bed with him. When it was unfolded, he gave me a nudge a push. My flag slid so high that he could see my clean-shaven pussy. I was paralyzed, could not even adjust the dress. He uses my blackout to kneel on my bed and ask, “Can someone ask me for a duel?” For what? I learned it right away. He could not restrain his hand. Surprising and tempting for him were probably the tight labia without any camouflage by the usual Wuschel. He reached for it and I did not make a killer pit out of my heart. I groaned in surprise and pleasure.

The boy kissed my lips sore. I had already taken the teeth at the first kiss. Within a few minutes, my flag was completely off and he knelt between my thighs. I did not know which fragrance he was particularly fond of. Of course, I had only come out of the bathroom half an hour ago, but his assault quickly made me wet between my legs. In any case, he delights in my labia and damned cleverly pushed the clitoris with the tip of his tongue. It got even better. He sank his stiff tongue a little and crawled up the clitoris shaft up to the glittering pearl. I suddenly felt as if I had already been in bed with him a hundred times. I spurred him on with my most obscene phrases and yelled out what he should do right now. He was well busy. With outstretched arms, he ran my breasts, twirled his nipples in between and pushed me in a wonderful pussy orgasm French. I could not endure that he was still in his clothes. That’s what I said, and at the same time I was able to get more excited about how he unceremoniously peeled off his clothes in front of my eyes. As he lifted the bundle over his tail, it just came to me from my tickling fingers.

I grabbed my lips for the luring, fire-colored acorn

“Now we’re going to take the bed a hard day,” he teased and joined me as a missionary. I immediately sensed how necessary he too had it. Good that I had already come twice. He injected too fast and apologized for it. I had nothing to regret. He was much more enduring on his second lap. He made me stand up, from behind, on the kitchen table and finally in the shower. Since we really wanted to eliminate only the traces of our lust. But when our bellies pressed together, his cartilage sprang up like a feather. I just took him between the thighs and let me rub off an incredibly beautiful Kitzlerorgasmus. There is nothing better than rubbing a tail with an upswing on the clit and having it pressed, when you have such a big guy in front of you. I could not hold myself back, knelt and snapped my lips for the luring, fire-red acorn. I felt the rise of his excitement curve. In my ecstasy, I would have liked to savor everything of this man. He wanted it different, just turned me around the axis and I enthusiastically pushed my butt in the lap. Gorgeous, I did not have to stay bent. A little I straightened up and enjoyed the gentle thrusts his two hands on my breasts. My helped on the clit a little, because in this position was quite neglected.

Even during the last sentences, I wondered about Helen’s quick breath. I think I told my story with my eyes closed. Only now I saw how she traded her pussy with one end of the double dildo. I did not want to miss out on that. I pressed very close to her and brought me the other half between my bare, hot labia. Also this time it just floated. So slippery I loved the pussy and Helen too, because she took a pint and put her finger played bashful in the mouth. When the bell struck, I just slipped into my bathrobe. Outside the door stood my furniture fitter with a bouquet and a bottle of wine. However, he was not one of the invited guests for the inauguration party. I thought of Helen’s words, ‘Now you have to have a guy,’ and pulled the man at the binder into the apartment. Sometimes best friend can share everything with each other! Towards morning, I was able to confirm to the cabinetmaker that his bed met even the toughest requirements.