If a person has an open heart, he is able to share his love with his neighbor and receive the love of his neighbor. Leah added.
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Barely touching the frenulum with my thumb, and with my index finger on the opposite side, not the top of the head, I began to gently pull to the base. The head opened very easily and a drop of lubricant immediately flowed out of it, which reached her legs, although judging by the panties she was far from the first, Anya let out a lingering “ahh” and I continued.
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I couldn't help but speak out loud. The woman smiled, it was evident that she was pleased.
A minute later she returned, clutching a weightless fabric in her hand, and so that I could see how she was dressing, she stood in front of the window. She slowly pulled on her panties: strict, covering both the ass and the pubis, if not for one thing: they were transparent through and through, flesh-colored, therefore, they hid everything, but did not hide anything.
She turned to face me, glaring at my lips, I picked up this angel in my arms and went into the room. The first thing I saw in the room was a table, I gently put her back on this table, continuing to cover her lips, chin, neck, shoulders with kisses, while taking off my bra. Lips slid down, the tongue climbed the hill of her left breast, outlining around the nipple, already hard with excitement. I sucked it in with my mouth and bit it slightly, which made my beauty arch and moan. A similar fate befell the second breast, after which the lips slid down the tummy kissing him, and the hands tightly squeezed the breasts. Reaching the edge of her panties, I kissed them, feeling the heat that was already burning in her and pulled them off her beautiful thighs. Kisses traveled down the hollow at the base of her leg. She writhed in my arms, trying to catch my lips with her neat pussy. But for a moment I dodged, she felt my breath, but my lips did not touch. She gently moaned "darling, please, I can't take it anymore," and in that moment, I relaxed my tongue and ran it over the labia from the base to the top, parting them with my tongue and finding her clitoris with its tip. The tip described a figure eight on it and I slightly pulled it into my mouth creating a vacuum. Fingers squeezed her nipples, twisting them slightly. From such caresses, convulsions went through her body. The tongue descended to her anus, and gently, but persistently, made circular and frictional movements.
And then everything in the same spirit. Attempts to calm down, to persuade my dear, did not lead to anything good. My words had the effect of pouring gasoline on a fire. And then it was time for action. After changing into a dressing gown, feeling more confident, my dear moved from verbal battles to physical ones. At my next remark, innocent from the point of view of a sober person, she rushed to the attack. Spreading her fingers with painted nails, she aimed them at my face. Who will understand what a drunken woman has in mind? And I did not take risks, intercepted my joy and pressed her hands, clinging to them with my own.