She was already in my arms. I pressed her against my body to feel hers rubbing against me completely. We didn't stop kis

She was already in my arms. I pressed her against my body to feel hers rubbing against me completely. We didn't stop kissing. Our languages seemed to have a life of their own and knew exactly what they wanted. I listened to his labored breathing, while I tried to concentrate on saying phrases in his ear. “I've always wanted to have you like this…close” She just smiled and I ran my hands over her body. He squeezed her butt, caressed her waist until he reached her breasts. I decided not to take off the V-neck dress that was nestled around her neck. He kissed her through the fabric. So I could feel a touch of her nipples that were completely active, waiting for my mouth to decide to mark their territory. He wanted so much to make her feel like a woman. She was taking flight at the same time as she caressed my hair and lightly pushed my head towards her navel, which I kissed madly. I was trying to contain my desperation by continuing to descend to her lower abdomen. I put my knees on the floor and raised her left leg over my shoulder. The aroma was beginning to seduce me. I knew she was going to be completely ready to give me a warm welcome. She asked me, she begged me to devour her with passion and that's what I did. Only first I played with her desire and I dedicated myself to running light kisses and soft caresses along the inner part of her thighs. I felt the hair pulling that she gave me as a signal to end her suffering. I slowly approached to brush my face against his source of lust, which was eagerly waiting to be savored with all the love it deserved. I reciprocated. I very delicately lowered the bikini, which I couldn't fail to mention how much it turned me on to feel the softness of the fabric of her underwear, and I admired my prey with appetite. She looked so sexy. That, added to the desperation shown by the pressure she exerted with her hands while her fingers were immersed in my hair, made me accelerate my pace along the paths of feminine happiness. I didn't skimp. Kisses, bites, soft blows, light bites and a lot of movement. My tongue became an athlete as it rose and fell with accelerated speed. At the same time were their moans, sighs, screams. I was in complete ecstasy of pleasure. The concoction that flowed from inside him was a sign of how much he was enjoying the moment. I wanted to give him more, much more pleasure. I wanted to have it in all its splendor. I delighted in carrying her legs on my shoulders leaning against the wall and she gladly approved each movement with repeated affirmations in various tones. I couldn't stop kissing her. Until a formal request made me change my strategy: “with the point,” he implored me. His wishes were priority. I began the improvised choreography, dominated by the rhythm of his demands and multiplied by a “like this” that began to invade my head. It filled me with satisfaction. She was touching the sky, caressing the clouds, echoing her feelings in that corner of the place that will always be ours. An apartment where his moans were fixed to the walls forever. We couldn't stop. The debate between taste and desperation had begun. She asked for more and I obliged. My body was charged with crystalline energy to continue sailing until the sharp audible scream appeared, to slowly activate the relaxed version of that royal body erected above me. The convinced announcement of the arrival was being born. My extreme joy was manifested with the choreography of my entire mouth, rehearsed a few minutes ago. The tension in his thighs increased. The kicks did not wait. A series of sparks of current piled up on his hip, causing his entire body to stagger. She shouts “what a delight!” Phrase that marked that meeting with a seal of confession. Immediately afterwards, each muscle is defeated. She falls like a puppet into my arms, which receive her to snuggle her pleasure and negotiate with kisses the future caresses of the following minutes. She gets the message and quickly slides to the ground. I think it's my time to fly.