She was in front of the monitor reading quickly almost with a I stopped being obsessed, the words that shone on that scr

She was in front of the monitor reading quickly almost with a I stopped being obsessed, the words that shone on that screen. He stood behind the ear a lock of her black hair like the coat of a beautiful Moorish horse. HE He slightly bit his lower lip with those teeth that, just showing them in a laugh would light up anyone's face. She didn't believe what she was doing, I didn't believe it at all. It had been 7 months since she had been corresponding with that man that he had never met personally, but he already doubted that fact, he didn't know if After so much talking, it was really true that I hadn't known him for so many years. The words during those months had changed from talks normal conversations about his life and tastes to an almost intimate relationship of words; yes of words that caressed her and made her fly. He didn't remember when there was started that subtle game of intrigue, questions and elusive answers but What I did know was that the conversations were becoming more and more heated, more passionate and less trivial. Right at that moment after so many attempts and entry the At midnight she looked at the computer monitor very absorbed, restless, Moving carelessly in his comfortable gray chair, he barely typed words. He just waited for the sentences that appeared in the chat program and sometimes, was enraged by the strange slowness with which those beautiful signs appeared They mentally caressed her. Sometimes they found themselves in a strange room with comfortable armchairs, in others, in the cold and hard desk of a business and many others in places that she herself remembered for herself, with the exquisite precision of a clock, however, almost cruel fate prevented the conversations will reach more personal points, more passionate, more.... malice of who knows what person or entity prevented the conclusion of such beautiful encounters, their spatial connection was cut suddenly and with great frustration they said goodbye in their dreams hoping that the next time would be their first time. While with fingers crossed, as if praying to whom Who knows who, she read and read with obsession, thinking about what the last sentence would be, What word would be the farewell to your connection today, however, there are small miracles, in these moments where almost any fact is thought and analyzed, that that night became reality. She let herself be carried away by the words and, as if in a trance, transported to the fantasy world that he offered her, she found herself sitting in a small booth full of unknown characters, circumstantial anonymous people. I looked everywhere as if looking for someone when suddenly I heard some words in the ear, I hope that today our connection does not break. Quickly, as if betraying her instinct as a woman, she realized turned around and saw it (or imagined it, who knows?) she imagined it as only she could describe it, as only a woman's language knows how to do. She stopped and greeted him with a warm kiss on the cheek, he, he returned the kiss and running his cheek resting on hers, he shyly touched the union of their lips, it was a second or perhaps several hours that little contact but immediately a beautiful shudder invaded her and she laughed happily. Do you think we go out or do you want us to stay a while? he asked her. No, let's go. They walked out onto the dream street, crossed the doors and hand in hand they walked. He took her to his car, opened the door for her. door. They traveled through long streets and small avenues without names. Without looking at each other, without speaking, their bodies communicated through them, their aromas inflamed his senses. They arrived at a house without description, without a facade, which Did the outside image matter if his passion would explode inside? They got out of the car and entered the house, immediately he I hugged her and kissed her deeply, almost wildly, like a sailor after years at sea. She searched for his lips like someone thirsty for a thousand days, their tongues They crossed and mixed, they danced in their mouths with the crazy passion of the unfound He let go of her hair and it fell over her shoulders. He kissed her neck and touched her back. With joined lips they walked and collapsed on a armchair the concert of hands in that scene exceeds the imaginations they touched They tasted each other, they smelled each other, in short they got to know each other. Slowly undoing the buttons of his white shirt, he He looked, tasted her with his eyes and imagined a thousand ways to love her that night. Finally, after eliminating the resistance of the clothes, she revealed her beautiful breasts sheathed in a sensual black lace bodice. He rests his hands on his thighs and looked at her I have been wanting to take off this shirt for months and in these moments I can think of a thousand things to do, but it would take me a thousand years to fulfill them. He approached and kissed the lady's long, lanky neck, brushed his bronze skin with his lips and, going all the way, he placed his mouth on her chest still defended by the lace. She caressed his brown hair and played and tangled his hair. long fingers while he continued passionately kissing her breasts. Finally, he freed them and they appeared to the world round and turgid, he with the hunger of a sweet tooth kissed them, licked them, exalted them. To each As he passed, his tongue brushed against her nipples and every second they became erect. Gently He bit them and caressed them with the tip of his tongue. She excitedly took her lover's head and pressed it against his chest, while I wanted to take off his shirt. He gently separated from her and kissed her stomach and licking her lowered her face to his crotch, raised He slowly lifted the skirt and saw a beautiful revelation. Long slender legs in black stockings up to her thighs they crowned the beautiful black thong she was wearing. His face He hid between her legs and breathed in the scent of her body heat as she She shuddered, feeling his soft breath as she breathed in his ardor. He kissed and licked her legs and finally, he placed his mouth on the princess fire altar. Already wet and giving off its aroma of nectar, he He reveled in kissing and licking her. He opened her legs and with his hands moved the thong away from her. body leaving a beautiful vagina crowned with a few beautiful black ones so soft like the most exquisite oriental silk. He approached his mouth with passion, now eager to drink it from savor it and slowly spread his lips with his tongue in search of the magical button of passion. He licked her nectar frugally and kissed her clit madly, moaning each time they became faster and deeper, to which he responded with more kisses and licks. The lover's nose clashed madly with his clitoris while his tongue quickly penetrated her vagina. Almost of Instantly she grabbed her lover's head and pressed it against her and He gave a brutal moan, deep and hot, piercing to any ear, it was his more primitive, more pleasurable orgasm. He stood up and kissed her while she took off his clothes. He threw himself against the chair and took off Jean's belt and with a quick worthy of a goddess she finally pulled out her beloved's pants. His penis already awake and excited by the previous combat, he fought in search of the freedom, when she, like an ancient princess liberating a population, left free to his desired penis. She looked at him with affection, with passion, almost devotion and He slowly approached him. Very slowly she placed her lips on the glans and kissed it. tenderly, suddenly, he made it disappear in his mouth, the sigh of his Prince was the most exciting note I had ever imagined and heard. with passion She kissed his penis and ran her mouth over it, exploring every inch of his skin. thinking of the moment when victorious he would enter it. He touched his testicles full of the ardor he felt for her and he, moaning, moved around in the comfortable chair. black. He stood up as if to take her to bed but she still had his penis in her. her mouth without wanting to move away from him. He separated his head from his crotch. darling and he picked her up and carried her to the bed. They lay down and at that moment he landed on her. The moment they had wanted for months had arrived. She felt the penis move her vaginal lips and delicately opening her legs, inviting her lover to enter her body. He took her legs and lifted them, taking them to her shoulders resting the head of the penis at the entrance to her wet vagina, Slowly, as if enjoying every moment, he entered her body, going through each millimeter inside the beloved. Her pleasure increased with every second. while he slowly moved his penis in and out of her vagina. With his mouth his lover licked his legs and with a finger he rubbed slowly the clitoris looking for the ultimate orgasm. When suddenly the attacks were faster and more louder, their breathing became faster and more labored, their moans They took turns in the wind playing whoever screamed the loudest until a scream In unison, a tremor of bodies unfolded in the air of that imaginary house. He crossed the beautiful couple. He kissed her hard and shook to the beat. of her body and for long minutes they remained lying on the another looking for the air that would make them react. The moment they joined their lips again a thread cut a silence broke the connection of this couple, the mute light of the computer said it had been disconnected and I had abruptly transported it to his house again. She closed her eyes, breathed steadily and turned off the PC, I get up slowly with my legs still shaking. With a smile he addressed his bed, he got naked and lay down, closed his eyes and placed his hands on his stomach and very He slowly lowered them and said: -- kiss me again my prince. 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