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No, this is not an erotic story entry, if not celebration. Kimu is back!

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Only you were there, so if this is true or false ... is between us, o)

I was invited to speak at your city. I had long been insisting with indecent proposals and sassy you always shunned. But it seems that the topic of those talks that were to be not far from your house you wanted. 'Maybe I will, maybe not, do not say anything, you have to recognize you. "

Little by little people entering the room. From my perch as the rapporteur had visual control over each and every one of the people entering the room. I was watching one by one to all people .... y. .. there were. Had to be you.

The talk was developing normally, now a partner, then a partner, I finally ... Thou wouldst notes, legs crossed and a half that drew perfectly your legs. I looked at your neck, your lips, your eyes, your legs. He had studied all your curves in your photos and photo pieces carefully, carefully delineate his eyes on the screen of my computer. And those lips that now looked, that neck, those legs ... fit perfectly with each of the curves that had so often drawn on my screen.

Your presence disturbed me a bit, I ordered a couple of times while I watched, and finally decided to take my eyes off you and concentrate on an elderly couple that was behind you.

finished my speech and I escaped to sit in the audience. I sat next to you, on the side. Visually inspected once more the figure of the girl who took notes, neck, legs, that from this perspective were the better side, your hands taking notes. Since I had no doubt, was you.

At the end of all interventions returned to the table, played round of questions. Did not do anything ... (And could have asked me the phone, as commented on jokes before by the messenger).

After the round of questions people approached us to congratulate us, to shake hands. You slip through them and you came over my back and whispered in his ear 'yes, this is the dress you said I was done not to wear anything underneath ... Now I have to go, I've been to the movies, and your coffee ... who knows, maybe another day. " I could not follow, entertaining people who are coming to talk to me ... and while you walk away, up stalls without looking back or turn you ...

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me a story

"I never have written a story, my birthday is approaching and I would like one as a birthday gift.
- Why not better to live one? Experience the story, create it with anyone you choose, enjoy ... and then write it, I answered.
-Ya ... but no, I have never given one.
"Well, I give you one, but with two conditions. One is that you invite me to coffee, the other give you a picture. NO, do not want a full or a picture taken of porn movie. I want a picture suggestive. One that goes with the story, the suggest you the story I gave you. Okay?

One day you will kill much coffee, I said, come, we take one on Friday and see me, I can describe it in the story. This Friday at the coffee XXXX, you can park right. You'll recognize me by my pants tight, are a 'jeans' that fit my legs and draw my upturned ass, and a white blouse, unbuttoned a few buttons ... for my abundant chest does not feel oppressed ... my hair is also characteristic rizadito. I know you like the mid-thigh dresses ... but it is cold, and I want you nervous. You carry that type rugby polo red and white stripes, surely not pass unnoticed.

We were in the cafe, and I went there. I parked and sat at the bar I saw a woman with curly hair and tight jeans. How do you greet? I feel like a bold, but what if it was not it?

I looked around, no woman more than pictures that description. I went and grabbed him by the waist, whispered in his ear 'Hello S. ..'

I turned away. Greeted me with a couple of kisses, each one closer to my lips. Luckily we had only been to agree how it would be the story! I played, I like to play, I'm morbid feel provoked. And you accepted and followed the same game.

I ordered a coffee. Your iced tea accompanied by a ... 'It is good to the temperature contrast, gives a lot of game, you know? " We did not sentdo on the table and was already raising the temperature. I picked up both cups and spent before. I waddled. Arriving at the table you dropped something in your hand. You bend over to me clear that wore a tiny pink thong, very pale. Color combination curious good girl bad girl in clothes ...

We sat at the table. Unbutton another button again with the excuse of heat.

Well, where do we start the story? You say you've masturbated with that of Simon Says. Want a threesome? "Sex with a stranger? Do it with your teacher that you cool?

Ummm I love to do a threesome. I'd love to stay with a friend of mine and I see how you dejarais what you ride. Or cause you to change with it o. .. I've decided you're right. I do not want give away a story. I want to live.

knew what you wanted. I'm excited. You threw noticed my erection and hand the package. S. ... Be quiet, we will see. So what? answered. Come, come to your home. You caught me by the hand and hidiscte me up. I paid with a ticket and you gave me no time to wait around. I took my car. Come, take me home. Or not. Fuck me once, anywhere, but fuck me. We got into my car, I went to the bypass and then unbutton your pants. Give me your hand, I want you to see how this morning. Just thought I would stay with the author of the stories I use to masturbate and I have since this morning. The thong was more that wet, soggy. And my excitement was changed exponentially ... ten thousand and you would know it. Unhook your seatbelts and crouching. What are you doing? As if you did not know. Unbutton my pants, stroked, licked, sucked, tasted and I enjoy my membership on the way home, without leaving out a single drop when I came to orgasm.

Uummmmm knew you would. Let's see what you now give me my eh? I parked the car. We had a long way in a lift ... despite living in a first. Why not stop between floors? We got into the elevator, it stopped and I pushed against the wall. More than what you get off his pants ripped. So against the wall rubbed your chest, with few subtleties you got a couple of fingers into your wet pussy. Were very excited. I remembered you told me one of your fantasies anal sex was unrealized because of fear. I stroked your anus. Slowly I pushed a finger. It was a new feeling for you, but do not desatradaba ... soon you seemed to derritirías, and I could not resist trying to put another finger ... without success. Would have to wait a little longer.

few knocks on the door upstairs edl us out of our games, along with a voice that wondered aloud if we were okay. You dressed, gave the button and renudó the way to my flat. We went

and hardly gave us time to close the door, throwing us to eat with kisses, hands and touch a hand and just get every hole left by the clothes. 'You've never been with a girl totally shaved ... I imagine you've probably already realized that I if I am 'I said in my ear. 'Look, look, you want to see? I separated and I got off the pants and the thong. Ahi was perfectly shaved your sex ... 'I want to eat it, dejate of delicacies, and Metema cómemelo a couple of fingers, but it now! " I pushed up the room and made you sit on the couch. I knelt down and satisfy my hunger and yours oral sex, masturbating with a couple of fingers in addition to stroking your clitoris with my tongue. 'Anal' rang in my head over and over again. I had not ever done, but I wanted, I wanted. Lubed with my tongue in your anus area. Not what you had done before and did not know it was so sensitive ... first introduced a finger ... by eating her pussy as she continued to follow so of horny. I liked ... Hidiste me stop and brought out of your bag a bottle of lubricant. 'What came not slut preparadita !!??'. I masturbated with a finger, apply lubricant, then two ...

I wore a condom and pressed the tip of my penis into your anus. Was lubricated, but my penis was thicker than two fingers. I pushed a little tip. It seemed that I was enjoying, a little more and feel some pain ... I stopped a little. 'Do not leave me like this guy, let me not that hot,' I shouted. 'Ummm nice, put you over so you control how it gets ...'.

I lay down and I set out to ride. I sat down slowly, controlling your feelings ...

The next morning, waking you gave me a chaste kiss on the cheek, and whispered in my ear an 'I loved your birthday, tell me when it's yours and talk with a friend to organize ... "


(and now ... just missing the picture, the rest you you had:-p)

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Now that I have reached Travel Hair camera again. Can I go back to post something.
At the moment I have the phone, so I leave a picture from the Parque Batlle.

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An incoming kisses and bites, of tangled tongues and hands that are lost in the skin, followed by a first mordisquillos, sucking in the chest accompanied with ice cream or ice Nipple, plus a further main southern female terrain, prepared in its own juice ... again to finish with a dessert made of lips and tongues and bodies entangled ...

avail!

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If I was a scholar. Who of you / as it has not fantasized about the intern year with the head / a? Come! Do not tell me no!



fellow I was. I spent all day on the phone in the farthest corner of the office, known as the refrigerator, by the cold, air conditioning things. So I left the house in the middle of July with stifling heat, he took the train and I choked a little more for the scarcity of women's apparel and arrived at work, where I choked at the sight of my head, with mini-dress, the secretary linen trousers ... and then I sat in my corner with a jacket on, and below the cold air ... that served as a cold shower.



Eighteen years old, virgin, a walking bag of hormones. Each time the secretary came to my corner to tell me the cold made her nipples harden. And my reaction ... was instantaneous. My eyes could not be separated from those two bumps. She knew and enjoyed provoking me and playing. She was just 19 years old and had completed the administrative FP not long ago.



My boss walked in his thirties, dark, curly, frizzy. Slender, with curves. And knew where each of them and how to take advantage of them.



used to come in summer with low-cut dresses, mini dresses, wearing jeans and a sleeveless top to bottom rack. Every time I left the office I took advantage of my broad view of the hall to see her go and return. He liked the lace underwear or without it ...



had a yellow dress that brought me crazy. Short, flared, notched. Always combined with the same heels. Every time since my site heard the sound of those heels turned my eyes to see the movement of the fabric of this dress, her swaying, hoping and wishing to appear a subway grate and lift the ground.



did not have time in the scholarship. I could go at times that would do as long as X hours per month. So I used to come at 10 am and stayed until 19h, taking advantage of 17 to 19 who was alone, or nearly so, to visit pages with photos or erotic stories. She was left some afternoons in the office. One afternoon came to my site for me. He wore that yellow dress. He went cold and her nipples hardened. I could not help looking at them, delight, thinking about enjoying.

Her voice roused me from my reverie that was none other than his hypnotic nipple. Mr Y (where it says and should put my name) what are you looking at? Come to my office immediately. Leaving

walking toward his office. We went in, closed the door and pushed me against the couch. What looked worm? I wondered. 'Yo, yo, yo ...' Closed door, she sat on the table. 'Look into my eyes worm, and I said to the eyes not the boobs. Would you like to look right? You're in luck kid ... you are lucky to have given me. You're a blatant ... but I like you, so I decided to reward you. If you find that kind of panties I wear, that what I've looked now certainly know it, you let me eat her pussy. " I still dare to reply 'But ... if an award should not be reversed? " I crossed his face and got a slap on the table. "Look kid, you're just that, a brat, a worm that drooling at me, are you a virgin right? For you will be a prize that teach you how to eat pussy. Sit in the chair again. "

I sat, my eyes did not lose sight of their hands, eyes, breasts ... capricious and not that skirt wanted to finish up. I was filled with a mixture of fear and excitement. That was forbidden, and even though she who harassed me if I complained of harassment is sure to believe it. But perhaps he could have sex with her ... Another blow me out of my reverie. He was sitting at the table again. 'Do not wear underwear,' he said. 'Okay worm, on the chair at the table. " He climbed the slope. Had nothing and was completely shaved. She sat closer to the edge of the table and grabbed my hair. 'Now you're going to spend carefully the language of my thigh, so goes up ...' I wanted to throw nervous hands to touch her, wanted to feel that moisture describing my friends I took a cake and more. 'Worm, I have not given permission to touch, so hands off. We play my way ... Are we? So goes up if, continues to rise ... '