IMAGINATION TO POWER Traveling alone is one of the many pleasures I need to have from time to time. I like the feeling o

IMAGINATION TO POWER Traveling alone is one of the many pleasures I need to have from time to time. I like the feeling of not being under the expectations of anyone or anything, of being a stranger and even imagining a parallel life. On one of my last trips I made the decision to go to a Galician beach to put the solar credits of my body at the mercy of the star. Alone, I left the hotel, stretched out my towel, and took off my clothes until I was only left with the thong I smeared myself with lotion, and lay down to tan my already brown skin. I spent a long time on my back, with my breasts pointing to the heights, so they could get some air and a good tan. I changed position, and stood with my ass up. Shortly after, I entered that state of drowsiness produced by the sun and the sound of the sea. Suddenly, without further ado, without having seen any man that excited me, I started to feel very hot. My body responded with the well-known facts: my vaginal lips and clitoris were swollen; my tits demanded attention, despite being imprisoned against the towel; my pussy, which was beginning to ooze around the string of the thong, had caused a part of that garment to go beyond have a pale pink to more fuchsia color due to humidity. So, I closed my eyes and let my head do it. I imagined myself in that situation, and I began to mix fantasy with reality. First, I opened my legs wide, shamelessly allowing anyone who passed by and wanted to see my sex and my tight asshole completely shaved crossed by the fine fuchsia line of my thong, did it. Meanwhile I continued feeling like the sticky flow of my excitement came out of me to shine as I received the sun rays My little button grew more and more as I imagined that men like you They would observe and desire me without knowing very well how to react to such a panorama. Totally excited, wet, horny, I reached out to take another towel from my bathing bag, which I put under my belly so that my ass was high up and I could thus expand my number of imaginary spectators. I did all this with Eyes closed, I never knew what was really happening around me. With my nipples hardened, even sore, with excitement, I began to imagine you, who is reading this, a stranger of whom in my fantasy I only saw his sex and his hands. You made the lucky decision for me to grab my buttocks tightly. fleshy with your brown hands. Then you slid them wisely along the tour of the pink thread, stopping around my vagina to play with my wet lips from the desire for you to penetrate me with your cock. I wanted you to rub me lips together using your fingers, let your index finger caress my clitoris, let me you would put one, two, three fingers in my pussy... aaahhhh, you would lubricate my anus with your fingers soaked in a mixture of my pussy juices and your saliva, that you handled it skillfully, and that you penetrated it timidly... huummm..., what a pleasure! While this was going through my head, in harsh reality the muscles of my vagina They contracted again and again, as if they were claiming the right to have a good throbbing cock stuck in there so they could squeeze it like a lemon. And from time to time, my hips described circular movements, so that with them My hard, whimpering chick rubbed skillfully against the towel, but they were too soft and slow to make me cum. Meanwhile, in my dreams, you were already inserting a huge piece of cock into my tight ass, which was imprisoned between the walls of my rectum. You moved with an exceptional cadence, in and out, in and out, in and out, while with one hand you strummed my clitoris as if it were the strings of a guitar and occasionally you stuck your fingers up my pussy, vigorously whipping my juices and exploring my folds with bold palps. Those imaginary massages, that long-awaited hard, huge, fat cock that was bursting my ass in my fantasy made me delirious with joy, so from time to time, I myself would pass my right hand through my burning slit as if to try to put on my thong, rubbing my clitoris lasciviously as discreetly as possible. You had stopped pumping my ass already. Now your expert prick was jumping on the edge of my pussy, sliding back and forth again and again. Sometimes you would stick your cock in a few inches, but I was dying for you to fuck me good until I used up the last drop of your thick juice. Therefore, I pushed my ass back to trap your entire cock in my hungry slit. You fucked me frantically in the pussy while your hands spread my ass wide open. that was enough not to miss any part of the show. Ahhhhhhh, yes, put it in me until inside. Your erect cock entered and left with sudden movements that dragged back and forth my wriggling flows; you skewered it to me with so much passion that I noticed your cocoon buried in my womb. Yes, go ahead, and don't be afraid to hurt me... I want you to fuck me. Suddenly, in my fantasy, I noticed that we were surrounded by all your friends. Wearing their swimming trunks wrapped around their ankles, their busy hands moved quickly along their swollen, wet penises. She was terribly horny and open. Every time I “put on” the dripping thong more frequently, noticing my clitoris grow and grow like never before. It had to be obvious that her pussy was hot as an oven. You, faceless stranger, were about to cum; You pumped me with merciless fury while your friends already began to spill their cum on my back, my hair, my face... Aaaahhhh... I wanted you to spit your cum inside me. And you did, you suddenly released a long, warm release into me that mixed with my own juices. Yes, yes, yesss... I couldn't resist it anymore. I got up as best I could in that feverish state, grabbed my bathroom bag, went into the service of the first bar I found and masturbated until I reached a movie orgasm with one foot resting on the sink. I came in such a way that I came to think that all that amount of liquid couldn't just be mine. Now tell me, what would you have done if you had seen a 24-year-old girl in that state?