It was 5 in the morning, he had just arrived from a party, his body went from one side of the stairs to the other, they

It was 5 in the morning, he had just arrived from a party, his body went from one side of the stairs to the other, they seemed eternal, but in the end he arrived at his door, he opened it as best he could, the damn lock He seemed to never stop moving around. Finally at home, he took off his shoes and threw his boots around the living room, while she tried to take off that horrible top that imprisoned her breasts, she smelled like smoke, well, she was all a mixture of smells, sweat, alcohol, tobacco, perfumehe needed a quick shower, on his way to the bathroom, he unbuttoned the buttons of the jean, I pulled them down, they were attached to the skin because of the sweat, but in the end he was able to take them off and leave them in the middle of the hallway made into a mess. I go into the bathroom, my god, I was going to take a photo and send it by e-mail to mastercard, that image was priceless. Its long dark brown hair, it was tangled, his greenish eyes, he found in the middle of blurred makeup, her full lips, now same parched. The only things that remained in place without degrading were their breasts of a normal size, firm and hard, with those colored nipples cinnamon, who stood shamelessly towards the ceiling, their bellies flat from the sport, his long, hard, well-formed legs and the hair of his sex, well careful, in the shape of a triangle. He extended a hand to the hot water knob and let it sit. running the stream of water until it really came out hot, he ran his fingers between the jet, playing with it, to notice its temperature, and little by little it He was introduced under the water, he felt it slide down his body, caressing every centimeter of it, without leaving any area unmoistened, I hill eyes and began to slowly soap his head. The foam was sliding down your skin, restoring its softness and smell. Under her soap-covered hands she reached for his chest, caressing him. in the shape of circles, lathering it, with extreme sweetness, in such a way that Her nipples did not take long to react, appearing hard, excited, under his hands over her belly, which she tenderly caressed until she reached her sex, the which I also soap delicately, gently, feeling its shape, its folds, playing with his hair, enjoying himself for a while, to continue going down until caressing her thighs, her buttocks, her knees, her calves and finally his feet. Once he finished soaping up, he went back under the jet to rinsed, to get rid of the foam that covered his body, he left the shower looking for a towel. The mist filled the bathroom, the drops of water They slid down his body, marking a path, until they reached the floor, with a I tried to defog the mirror, but after a few seconds it fogged up again, barefoot with a towel around her body and another in her hair, she headed to her room, she removed her makeup, untangled her hair, and looked at herself again. the mirror, mmmmm, now it was like new, the dizziness had gone away, now he was feeling better. Looking at herself in the mirror, she removed the towel that was wrapped around her body, she observed herself carefully, she felt excited, she wanted to continue with the caresses that he had started in the shower and without delaying any longer, his hands They caressed her breasts, searching for her nipples, to intertwine them with their fingers and pinch them gently, enjoying each caress, to be able to feel in the tip of your fingers the hardness of her nipples, hard, firm, shameless, he closed his eyes, and a sigh parted his lips, which I ended up biting. He brought one of his fingers to his lips and staring at the mirror, with a lascivious look, I pass it between these, wetting them with the tip of his tongue, and then lower them to the areola of his nipple and caressing it in circles, while his other hand had gone down the canalillo towards his sex. He ran the palm of his hand over it and felt the texture of his hairs, tangling them in his fingers, went down little by little until He noticed the humidity of her vagina and impulsively ran two of his fingers through it, She was totally wet, that excited her more and she ran her fingers through it again. her sex, at the same time she separated her legs, and like a flash she remembered the promise that did to Peter. Pedro had sent him a cassette where he had recorded himself, his warm voice, so sensual, so manly, filled the silence of his room, He had gone to work abroad 6 months ago, and after several cybersex sessions, they came up with the idea of tape recording themselves while They will masturbate. Pedro had already done it, now it was her turn, as she heard his voice that excited her greatly, and even more so if it was breathy and included moans. He pressed the record button, while sitting on the edge of the bed and was telling him what he was doing at all times. I'm completely naked in front of the mirror, it's almost six in the morning and I'm very horny, I sit on the edge of the bed, with my legs wide open, so you can see how wet I am, one of my hands He is caressing my nipples, yes honey, those that make you so sick, I imagine that You suck it with your lips, which right now are the tips of my fingers Stretching them, they are super hard. My other hand is in my sex, step two of my fingers separating my folds and feeling the heat it gives off, mmmmm, I insert one of my fingers, but I take it out again, while I bite myself lips, I wish you were here, I'm very hot, mmmmmm, I put two of my fingers in my pussy, I'm very wet, I take them out and put them back in, ahhhmm, I start a slow push in, imagining it's your cock, while with the another hand massaged my tits... His excitement was so great that he stopped talking, so he could moan. of pleasure, and stretching out on the bed, while his breathing was labored and his chest rose and fell at an accelerated pace, his movements became increasingly faster in search of an orgasm, the two fingers that went in and out were replaced by three, he arched his body in search of more pleasure, but until After a series of caresses on her clitoris, she did not feel that series of small contractions that were increasing, and that warned him of his orgasm after a long moan, falling asleep in the most peaceful and deepest of dreams.