Sexy Summer day
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A Summer day dream
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It’s summer, and the heat is scorching. She is painting at the cafe as he crosses the corner, anticipates his coffee, and enjoys the weather. “It’d be much better with a woman,” he muses. That’s when his sight is drawn to her. A woman just as he had envisaged, neither too little nor too much, but perfect, his dream! Another table was available behind her. He takes a seat, orders a cup of coffee, and takes in the scenery. Because of the warm weather, she only wore a light dress that is slightly translucent in the backlight. “Does she have anything on underneath?” he thinks. Wait? Or give it a shot?
She had been seeing his stare for a long time, having first spotted him when he was just approaching the cafe patio. He’s not her type, yet there’s something about him that makes her thrill. She hasn’t been able to focus on her art for a long time, but she’s still ideal as an alibi.
Suddenly, she discovers that her hands are trembling and that she can no longer properly grip the pen. She envisions herself standing up, stepping up to him, and saying, “To you or to me?” as she realizes his presence has made her somewhat damp.
He is really taken aback; he did not anticipate this. But he immediately recovers, pays for their drinks, and leads them out by the arm. “We should come to me; how do you like the motel over there?” He inquires. “Gladly,” she says, still shocked; she’s never done anything like that before, never dared to do it.
Between the hotel and the café is a little park. He takes her forward, but just past the wrought-iron parking gate, he pulls her to the left into a thicket.
He is so taken with her that he doesn’t even wait to see whether she complains before crushing his lips on hers. Her lips quickly yield, she takes in his tongue, rubs her body against him, no breath of air can escape – and feels his erection. As he kisses her more fiercely, her hands grasp his hair. She grinds her hips into him, wraps her leg over his, wanting to feel him closer.
Someone behind them suddenly clears their throat. “My kid, there are better locations for that, even if I can understand you very well because of the beauty, hahaha,” says an elderly guy, bent over and gray.
Even that is not humiliating to her; a circumstance in which she would have hastily left in the past has no effect on his attraction to her. He takes her hand and leads her to the hotel, where he checks in and books a room. It doesn’t disturb her, even though she’s certain that everyone understands why they’re both here.
Already in the elevator, he goes for her, his hands almost painfully running over her body – no, she has nothing on underneath her dress!
They discover the room and even manage to open the door. But then there’s no turning back. He stands nude and thrilled in front of her, his clothing falling from his shoulders. She kneels in front of him and softly wraps her fingers around his tough cock. “Is it okay?” she asks briefly. She is asked to look. Without a doubt!
She drags her index finger over his stiff cock, then grips it softly but forcefully. Her hand can scarcely entirely wrap it, but she glides on, the tip of her tongue following her fingers. It leaves a sparkling trail of dew on his tail. He is both happy and tougher. Her tongue has reached his glans, but she hasn’t yet touched her. She circles his glans, licking him harder and harder. Her gaze was fixed on him at all times. He notices her hunger on her face. She keeps her attention fixed on him as her lips tighten around him. He gasps and loses eye contact, and she gently takes it further into her warm mouth.
Her fingertips probe his eggs; sure, the excitement is there, but it is not yet that far. She quickens her tempo, sucks harder on him, and feels the juice surge. But he cuts her off, takes her arms, and pushes her on the bed. Her legs parted quickly, her fingers caressing her exposed pussy, spreading her juice over her flesh, delicate silvery strands clinging to her fingertips.
She stares him in the eyes, brings her fingers to her lips, and licks her juice. Something is holding him at bay, causing him to watch her fingers go further into her, bringing out more juice, and being licked off till she invites him over.
As her hand forces his head down, his tongue licks her fingers, tasting the somewhat sour fluid. She snatches his hair and guides his mouth. Her legs open wide to provide his fingers unfettered access to her body, as his tongue massages her clitoris. He feels her muscles start to vibrate and a flow of juice pours out of her when she reaches the first climax, first two, then three, then four fingers make their way inside, delicately at first, then they push harder and harder.
He can’t bear it any longer, his cock pushes inside her, into this warm, soft, wet crevice, this paradise on Earth. Her legs are securely wrapped around him, the ride is growing crazier, and both of them are struggling to breathe. But he softly pulls away from her; she’s so moist that he wants to try and directs his hard down farther. He stares her in the eyes quickly, asks for her permission, which she will gladly give him, and then pushes against the solid muscle of the rear gate. Millimeter by millimeter, the muscle yields, and its juice and spit flow freely, leaving the skin smooth and supple. She had never consented to play this game since she was terrified of pain, yet it doesn’t hurt. It’s weird, but it’s not at its pinnacle in her when she feels the burning pressure from within that encourages her to desire it even more. Despite the high pressure in his eggs, he remains careful and gradually pushes himself deeper. He’s never felt anything like that before; it’s warm and fuzzy, but considerably narrower. The friction is increasing, the stimulus causes perspiration to form on his brow, and he is eager to reach the climax. When he feels her muscles tighten and a cry rises deep within her, his fingers touch her clitoris and two more are jammed in her. He now lets himself go and delivers one of the hottest orgasms of his life. ignores the high pressure in his eggs and gradually pushes himself further and deeper He’s never felt anything like that before; it’s warm and fuzzy, but considerably narrower. The friction is increasing, the stimulus causes perspiration to form on his brow, and he is eager to reach the climax. When he feels her muscles tighten and a cry rises deep within her, his fingers touch her clitoris and two more are jammed in her. He now lets himself go and delivers one of the hottest orgasms of his life. ignores the high pressure in his eggs and gradually pushes himself further and deeper He’s never felt anything like that before; it’s warm and fuzzy, but considerably narrower. The friction is increasing, the stimulus causes perspiration to form on his brow, and he is eager to reach the climax. When he feels her muscles tighten and a cry rises deep within her, his fingers touch her clitoris and two more are jammed in her. He now lets himself go and delivers one of the hottest orgasms of his life. Then he feels their muscles clench, and a terrible cry rises inside them. He now lets himself go and delivers one of the hottest orgasms of his life. Then he feels their muscles clench, and a terrible cry rises inside them. He now lets himself go and delivers one of the hottest orgasms of his life.
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