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had long been reading your web. I had seen your photos, had fantasized about your story ... And gave me a lot of morbidity. There was this picture, especially that picture. Was poured into it and my body would react instinctively and instantly.
Then I opened these virtual pages to read now.
One day I received an e-mail from you. It was where I confessed that I were reading, and what excites you reading me. You wrote not knowing that I've shown on this page is exactly the same I knew you e-mail and messenger. Telling me how you liked to read me before bed when you were alone and how you getting wet just reading. I even told how you were touching you and how you were perdinedo clothes by reading the story progressed.
In another email telling me that you had passed the link to your roommate and his girlfriend she read it in his room before fucking, and sometimes after reading it you could hear their gasps, her moans, and then surfaces of your hands you silently to the party you imagine that your hands were mine and ran corner to corner skin.
The following message arrived in my mailbox I went much bolder. Sent me a photo, unpublished, not published in any web. I really liked the side. On the other felt the need to tell it was me. He could have followed suit, having quiet, not having the go, and try to make the following photos were more and more daring. But I chose to be honest and tell you.
I thought you'd take it badly, but I liked it. I liked that these stories were mine, I liked knowing it was me with whom you had fantasized many times. And I liked the idea of \u200b\u200bbeing one day and know. But you had a boyfriend ... and did not want to be unfaithful, and I it was. And with the heater were carrying both would be hard not rozarnos.
continue reading us, we fantasize each other's hands, and continue masturbating thinking of the other. And we continue that relationship by reading and mixing ordinary friendship with us both morbidity at each other and fantasizing ...
curiosity finally got the better of caution and stay for coffee. Wore the same clothes as in 'that' photo, and under the clothes they wear the same clothes as in the picture ... I was still 'dressed' since went straight from work, suit and tie ... in his pocket.
talked, we laughed, we caught up in our lives, we were late, drank more than usual and went to my house that was closer. I had three empty rooms, you could sleep without problems in one of them, but just could not leave as you were driving.
We avoided any sexual topic to avoid tension and unwanted situations, or desired but should not come to pass. We went up home and I gave you one of my shirts as a nightgown. We parted with two chaste kisses and went to bed. I she could not stop thinking about you, that you had in the room next door. Needed to caress, kiss needed ... I turned on the computer and opened your website in my browser. I read again your last story and I saw your photos. I started to stroke legs, gradually approaching the genitals.
I was shocked when he heard a noise in your room and put on my pajama pants urgently. I went to your room, door ajar, and looked out. Were sitting on the bed, naked from the waist down and my shirt on. Leaning back against the wall, walked slowly with your hands your body. With the back of the hand, neck, gliding gently to the south, shifting to the yolk of the fingers to reach your chest, and continuing on until your legs apart, first the outer thighs, then the interior, ranging from below to top up your sex.
look up, you had noticed my breath with excitement. Do not be embarrassed, not you stop, you continued with your touch and your particular game, looking into my eyes inviting me to join.
I read your thoughts. I do not know how you would feel guilty the next morning, but at that time you felt horns to see us how we masturbated, as if we were watching a porn movie, as if I was your movie night and you mine, that After all, was what we were doing.
I took off my shirt and trousers, being naked in your sight. Played to be your mirror, and we touch the ear simultaneously with the llema de los dedos, el cuello con el dorso de la mano... el pecho con la palma de la mano... y de ahí continuamos con el juego de manos hacia el vientre. Tú sentada podías llegar al interior de las piernas... yo en pié acariciaba los testículos masajeándolos mientras tu ibas acercando tus manos hacia la entrada de tu sexo...
Mis ojos seguían los movimientos circulares de tus dedos y me volvía loco esperar a que introdujeras tus dedos. Finalmente, mientras te chupabas el índice y el anular de la mano izquierda te masturbabas con la derecha, introduciendo primero uno y después dos. Yo por fin pasé a acariciar mi pene.
Alcancé el orgasmo y manché tus sábanas con mi semen. Tú mientras you kept touching you, approaching slowly, and I staring dumbfounded at the door. You were beautiful ...
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