That lesbian object of desire I'm sitting in front of the computer reading hot stories and getting very horny. I think o

That lesbian object of desire I'm sitting in front of the computer reading hot stories and getting very horny. I think of the thousands of users who are doing what same as me. Among them, I look for the object of my fantasy. A woman, since then; young, but not inexperienced; fleshy and carnal, shy and hot. I think of her as a sexual object, I just want her to do what that I desire, and that I enjoy and ask for more. And because I want, I want her breasts to be big and firm, and that her nipples are as sensitive as her clitoris, and that are marked under your dress, and that the very friction of the fabric is capable of cause an orgasm. I want to meet her in a public place, and tell her how to dress, a fine dress, nothing more. And when I identify her, I will sneak up on her and I will speak in your ear: you are much more sensual than in my fantasy, your breasts... God mine, I need to touch them! And I want you to touch them, it's what I want most, But if you do, I'll cum right here, I'm so horny. I'll just touch you a little bit, without anyone noticing, with the tip of a finger, on the clothes, almost You won't even notice it. And the game begins. I bring my right hand to his side, as if I were going to take him measurements, and with the pad of my thumb I gently brush my friend's nipple, making Little circles, it lasts a few seconds, but my friend's legs are already shaking. Me I like to see her like that, in a hurry, thinking that everyone sees the drop of essence that spills the inside of her thigh. But only I can appreciate such exquisiteness. I bend down a little time to see it up close, I fix her dress and manage to touch her little button Bingo. Right the first time. He moans, he can't hold back. I like it, I know that it is very wet, that its flower opened a long time ago. My flower is about to Open up and I'll tell you. We walk our open flowers while we talk to each other ear. I need you to eat me now. I'm going to eat you all. Stop that taxi. Us We eat our mouths, we don't care if the taxi driver looks at us. His mouth is juicy, portends the best. Don't touch me, I'll cum. Let's wait. But she is bad. Me She shows her breasts and whispers in my ear: I could cum through my nipples. I don't Whatever you do here, love, the taxi driver doesn't deserve that much. We are finally in a bed, I don't know where to start, it's a delicacy so exquisite that it makes me dizzy. I want to contemplate it. His ass. He offers it to me Shameless, she knows that I am going to eat her all up, filling her with pleasure. She is shaved. And as wet as me. It is touched delicately the nipples. I take one of her breasts with my two hands and put it in my mouth. eagerly I suck on that nipple that drives me crazy. Then I change to the other one. Their hands seek mine. She wants me to touch her, to pinch her. Bite me, break me, open me, put me in. We kiss, our hands can't stop, our fingers in a frantic push-pull, our clioris finally come together, announcing the arrival of the first orgasm. We hugged each other to feel it together. Yes, here it is. In the breasts, in vaginas, in clitorises. Inside, outside. Desired, hot, delirious. Girl, I I run. Yes love, give it to me, take it. Yes, for you, for you, for you... Oh, I'm leaving, I'm leaving I'm going... I'm coming, oh girl. Oh love. Oh how delicious. Oh, I think it's going to come back to me, Oh, here, here, take the second one, here, honey, no... I... can't... hold back... that pleasure... Yes, give it to me, give me as many as you want, here, eat it, eat it Honey, I want to cum in your mouth. Oh my love, how you eat it, keep going, please God, oh my life, I love you, come let me eat you my love. And we eat and we we run again, muffling our moans in our hot, dripping, throbbing pussies.