Love in solitude.Imagine... a girl, a woman... a goddess, a

Love in solitude. Imagine... a girl, a woman... a goddess, a courtesan... in his flirty special suit Only she can use it, it is for girls, it is for women, but it is particular and unique. Devoid of bows and rummage, simple, revealing and fascinating.. He knows how to carry it, and how to lose it too. Know about sweet words and meaningful deceptions. He doesn't care about his image, he plays with it... so many times he did before... so many more he will do it Like right now, so serene, carefree, revolted in the his parents' bed... Alone with his incipient rebellion. Nothing matters to him, he Silence and his passion are the only witnesses of the frenzy that is unleashed there. A customary ritual that develops... the usual time (the tired return from his torture) and even the room with the great mirror directs her steps the girl. Once there he leaves his backpack (how he hates it!), looks at his body reflected in the glossy mirror, and recognizing herself a grimace of satisfaction crosses his white and immaculate face. An elusive curl falls moment over her forehead... woe to the poor thing... always disheveled and looking messy She timidly adjusts her shirt, her impatience gives her away, her beautiful legs sheathed in green cotton tremble for an instant remembering past ceremonies. The fire starts and the woman is already writhing, feeling it in insides, the red of his cheeks contrasts with the steely black of his eyes. Little Alice is ready... Only details separate her from her being... and getting rid of them is necessary for the realization He knows it, he enjoys it... he wants to burn and sighs before continue... she has already lost her shyness, ready and needy she goes to bed. He stretches, stretches, admires her beautiful body once again, tempts himself... up the ceiling and a fan on. He opens his legs, bends his knees, he knows that there is no witnesses but she wants them... she dreams of being naughty... suddenly, in an almost movement feline changes its posture, the bed shakes for a moment and Alicia is already facing to the shiny metal.. he raises his legs.. his brown loafers show irreverent from behind, with separate kicks in the air they disappear from the mirror He already feels freer... he stretches his feet playfully, You want to taste the wind on your toes, sweat and humidity, intoxicating.. subtle aroma of a woman in improbable packaging But at ease his face is transfigured, he goes crazy for an instant and He decides to take off his oppressive shirt, consciously, one by one he unbuttons his buttons... another quick movement and he manages to sit on the bed... crossed legs you can see the white inside, shirt half unbuttoned, the poor man can hardly repress his instincts, he loses his very image, he she discovers herself touching her nipples.. a frantic massage, closes her eyes, contact is withheld. Eyes half closed, and the shirt is no longer more than a spurious element. A sustained sigh and he manages to capture his own aroma in the atmosphere A pause is necessary... there is no air in the lungs of the corrupted goddess, the cut, the enjoyment and a new sigh. Fingers that explore, moans and the fear of getting lost. Imagine her standing next to the bed... looking for something of her backpack... she crouches down, the skirt covers the beginning of her round buttocks... fringes on her skirt and the stockings match... the little lady stops, stands He bends down again... he moves his ass, he feels it burning, dressed in his stockings he already feels wet, is afraid to admit it but it bothers him, he doesn't understand it but now He can't resist, he knows the solution, he has never dared before but this Once he could no longer hide it, a new step to holiness consoled himself... breathe deep, her mind refuses to imagine, that excites her more. He dreamed it, even glide He knows the secrets that he has never revealed... and this willing to take a worthy risk Resigned to her own desires, she returns to bed... her luck She is down and her day would be different, there was no turning back for her. His intimate part was beating furiously... he could feel it, his consciousness was lost. The very perverse woman knelt on the bed, lifted her skirt and for a moment I observe his pride... with two hands and panting he manages to lower his stockings to the top. height of her knees, she watched herself gladly, ecstatic at her vulnerability. He narrowed his eyes and leaned forward slightly. He had a ruler in his right hand, the one that had been used so many times to boring school work... this time it would be something more, how many times had dreamed this? thousands, millions?, and now about to make it a reality. Her breasts leaned forward... they could no longer hold back but the two masses eager for freedom, the pain was intense and sharp in the nipples, the girl could no longer hold back, she finally gave freedom to the prisoners... relief came soon... a hand instinctively took one of the breasts, extended his tongue... licking, for a moment he forgot his part of back, he liked her soft and smooth skin, every lick, the contact of the saliva with the heat of the skin was a multiplying effect of pleasure. Now curled up against herself she licked herself dreamily, seducing herself... he noticed her tongue and recognized her as an expert, he didn't. I hoped, like a wink from the gods. A finger first, then another and then a third to her vagina.. already moistened, her previously white panties were almost transparent... her juices invading the beginning of her thighs... Warm, sticky... she felt him running Slowly, I try them, like so many other times, now without control I raise my thigh to drink it straight from his skin, he wished he could eat his own intimacy if he could, in an act of lust (his sanity had been abandoned long ago) remembered the rule... she unbuttoned her skirt, leaving nothing more than her stockings around her knees, and the white fabric falling... Finally the girl got her period... I knew it wouldn't be a task. easy, but her fever and her determination pushed her, she carefully tested the hole he was looking for, looked at the mirror and enjoyed his own image, finally He found his target, took the wood with his right hand and slowly brought it closer to him. his target. He closed his eyes, bit his lips and remembered how difficult things were. beginnings, sigh deeply and finally nail with force 10 cm of his improvised lover. He briefly thought of his mathematics teacher, Gustavo, his dream for two long years, the man who produced in her her first desires, the one who stole his innocence and kidnapped his mind. What taught her to be a woman, being to whom in afternoons of ecstasy he has given himself over and over again. _ aaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy......mmmmmmmmm......aaahhhhh.... Water came out of his eyes, he screamed three times, it really hurt. -ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmpppffffffff...... uffff.........aaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyy He wanted to hold back, but his anus was throbbing, the pain was extreme, but the unique pleasure... Finally he managed to calm down and while relaxing his body liquid began to flow through her pussy... like a waterfall, at first mild and imperceptible at the end abundant amount of liquid.. -ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..........   Alicia watched calmly, appeased as her liquid stained the quilt of her parents' bed... she licked her own juices once again, the scene in itself was worth seeing The good girl licking her juices crouched over the quilt with his anus standing, defiant and a ruler inserted in his hair untidy hair falling matted over his face, dirty with sweat and fluids vaginal, crazy with pleasure, forgotten about herself and abandoned to her desires. Finally imagine a girl, a woman... a goddess, a courtesan, carefree, pleased Twisted in her parents' bed, naked, trembling and exhausted... she finally fulfilled her mission and her sanctity resides in her obscene act. HE has shed his disguise and has graciously offered himself to the service of Venus, cold on the outside, hell meets inside.