She: Dark and warm southern night. The sounds of the day died down. Cicadas ring in the old garden and streams of coolness rush from the mountains. We are sitting in a dark gazebo, closed on all sides by climbing grapes. Only glare of moonlight breaks through the gaps in the leaves. I'm sitting on your lap. I'm wearing a thin silk dress and... nothing else. You kiss my face tenderly. You inhale the smell of my body, heated with passion. I smell a subtle scent of violets.

I gently, affectionately, slowly respond to your kisses, trying to prolong the pleasure of the night’s secret meeting, its forbidden sharpness and attractiveness. Your lips gently caress my

neck, ears and hot desire burns my delicate skin with passion. Your gentle hands gently caress my breasts, and your fingers feel their tenderness and elasticity through the thin cool silk.

You feel how my nipples have tensed and stick out invitingly in anticipation of more frank and passionate caresses. The smell of passion, sex, and upcoming pleasure emanates from you. Ahead of us is a night full of passion, rapture and delight. You should continue further...

Him: We both ran away from the whole world for the sake of this meeting in the gazebo. Knowing that there is still a whole night ahead, and we will have time to get enough of each other many times. However, even now, at the beginning of the meeting, I know that only after parting with you will I want you again.

But is it possible to think about this now, when here is your so desired, close body and which happily responds to my caresses. Our tongues travel in each other's mouths, our hands enthusiastically stroke our bodies. Moving lower down your neck, through the slit of your dress, I find with my hands a delicious path between your breasts, which I kiss and lick all over. You squirm and moan on my lap. The short dress rose up, revealing lovely smooth hips that responded so reverently to my caresses.

In one motion, tearing off your dress, I lay you on your stomach, on a wide oak bench. And again I begin to caress, starting from the neck and moving further to the back. Having taken off my shorts, I stand on top of you, so that my balls touch your back, and I begin to move them quietly, running along the entire spine. I lean over and begin to kiss the elastic hemispheres of your buttocks, running my tongue along the compressed thin strip between them. The scrotum is tickling your neck at this time.

I move my tongue lower down the thighs. And I lick the delicious popliteal dimples. I kiss your calves. I take my foot in my hands. And with pleasure I kiss the pink heel, run my tongue along the entire sole, and begin to lick your toes, one at a time, all at once. They are so tender, soft, it gives you especially great pleasure when the tongue touches the inside of your toes. At this time the eggs are rolling around and tickling your ass.

Then, standing from the side of your legs, I turn you over onto your back. And I press your foot to my hot and erect penis. So that your heel rests on the scrotum, and your fingers on the head. Pressing my penis tightly against the sole, I can see from the expression of your face how good it feels for you. I spread my two toes apart and stick a large red, excited head between them. You, moving your fingers, try to jerk off your penis.

Pressing your other foot to your groin, I see in what a delightfully seductive position you are lying. With his arms thrown behind his head, his chest heaving excitedly and his legs spread wide at the knees. So all your lovely pussy, in the bright light of the moon, is in full view. She is already all wet, her lips parted to the sides in anticipation, revealing a tempting pink hole, sticking your hand between your legs and spreading your lips even wider, you ask me to admire the spectacle. Which is what I do without taking my eyes off and continuing to caress your feet

She: My feet gently caress your hot, erect penis and tender hot balls. I lightly jerk your penis with my toes, which excites me even more. Goosebumps of pleasure run along the back of your head and the pleasant heaviness of pulsating blood is felt in your lower abdomen. I want to rush towards you and instantly stretch my vagina onto your penis in order to feel its power, passion and heat inside me, but I restrain myself in order to prolong this moment of pleasure and pleasure as long as possible, almost stretch it to infinity, slowly burning on the fire of passion and anticipation of the insane pleasure of possession.

Before us is a whole night of passionate and forbidden love, the anticipation of which slowly melts our souls and bodies in the hot flame of passion, desire and possession of each other’s bodies and souls. Nearby, the deep dark and stuffy southern night powerfully comes into its own and the sounds of a fading, slumbering ancient city, somewhere lost in the Universe, still reach our ears. The random cries of night birds, the ringing of cicadas, the sound of a mountain river - all this already exists without us, because we have already been captured and carried by a stream of all-consuming love passion, the call of the flesh, knocking with the hammers of seething blood in our ears. and turning us off from the life of the Universe into some kind of its own special life, flowing only for us according to its own special laws of existence.

Him: The magical night, with its mountain coolness, did not cool our hot bodies, we strove for each other, our desire to dissolve, to merge, to become one was growing, I was already shaking, I wanted you so much. I saw that you were all on fire. Candid and inviting poses spoke about this, you were all arched towards me with your legs spread wide apart, your vagina was already completely wet, waiting and calling to itself, and it attracted both the gaze and my excited spear. Even the light fluff on your pubis was already wet with the juice of love and glittered with droplets on your hair in the ghostly light of the moon.

No matter how much I wanted you, I tried to delay this sweet and unique moment of intercourse with you. I knew it was inevitable, but how sweet it is to enjoy these moments of lovemaking before sex itself. You shared my views. Flexibly, like a cat, she climbed off the bench and, flashing her white bottom in the opening of the gazebo, slipped out into the garden. I heard a splash of water in the pool.

In the moonlight, the splashing body looked amazing.

“Look at me, do I look like a mermaid?” “No, the mermaid doesn’t have such beautiful legs, you look like a forest naiad.” I squatted down by the side of the pool, admiring you. You swam, dived, lay on the water, legs spread wide. Every movement was graceful and filled with perfection. I wanted to sculpt you, draw you, sculpt you. You swam to me. And she tried to reach the penis with her lips, but it was so excited and was so high that it was impossible to reach it. My balls hung almost to the water, and you pressed your lips into them.

She: Reaching my lips to your balls, I lightly licked them and then, pulling back slightly, pulled you into the water. You screamed in surprise and immediately grabbed me and pressed your lips into mine, not allowing me to breathe a drop of air. Your tongue entered my mouth like a powerful and hot penis, full of passion, which was approaching us like a powerful snow avalanche rushing from the mountains and sweeping away stones and huge boulders and centuries-old spruce trees in its path. I pulled away from your kiss with difficulty and suggested that you get out of the water and go into the house, since I, like you, was impatient to get to the most important thing.

It was the house of our friends - warm, cozy, hospitably opening its doors to us and becoming the home of our passion and forbidden love for that short moment of our secret meeting. I quickly ran into the shower, and while you were waiting for your turn, you began to look at the living room, furnished with good quality furniture with a fireplace and a large carpet. While you were in the shower, I prepared a light dinner of shrimp caviar and dry white wine. We sat with you in armchairs and sipped pleasantly chilled wine. tried with all their might to delay the moment of approaching a burning passionate love meeting, beckoning us like an oasis in a hot desert for a traveler.

Him: We lay relaxed next to each other. The orgasm that overtook us at the same time continued in our hearts. The genitals were given the right to rest. We were saturated with caresses and touches to each other. My lips touched

yours, your breasts pressed against my swollen nipples, your arms and legs were intertwined, your peaceful and satisfied face shone in the moonlight. The penis was still inside your bud, and he felt so good there that, despite the orgasm, he didn’t even think about decreasing in size, this was probably also because you were playing with the muscles of your vagina, now relaxing, now straining them.

From this wonderful stimulation, after quite a short time he was ready for battle again. Big and bouncy. Leaning back, I pulled you on top and suggested that you move on your own; you bent your legs, sat in the rider’s position and began active movements with your pelvis. Holding your nipple with one hand and your buttocks with the other, I helped you move. You furiously and actively pressed yourself onto the protruding spear, sank down to the very root, and having dropped down, you still made several movements back and forth, so that I felt the head touching the cervix.

Then, throwing one leg over my body, so that only her vagina was touching me, she grabbed onto the bed and continued to move her ass. Turning around again, without taking out his penis, she turned out to have her back to me. And leaning forward, she continued her movements. Raising my head, I saw a wonderful picture of how my penis was completely hidden in you, and how tenderly the lips of your vagina grasped it, how they reluctantly released it from their embrace when you rose and how they happily let it into you again when your ass went down.

The tense ring of the anus relaxed when I massaged it with my finger, it was wet and slippery, and the finger slid inside with ease. You came again, thrashing on my spear like a trapped bird. She rose sharply from the penis and froze in ecstasy, burying her face in my lap. I excitedly kissed and licked your toes, and watched as juice flowed out of your pussy, which had expanded from my penis, and dripped onto my stomach.

She: Taking a breath, I asked: “I want you!” Give me your dick! I’m burning with desire!!!” You gently spread my legs and entered me. How sweet and blissful is this first moment of penetration! Lightning of passion pierces me all over, blood boils in my veins, your jolts begin to carry me to nirvana on the waves of bliss. The world disappears and ceases to exist. All that remains is the music of passion of two intertwined bodies, when two bodies merge and transfer to each other the energy of intoxicating crazy passion, when they create a new, still unknown to anyone, melody of rapture, known only to them and heard only by them.

Whether the sun rises or the night comes into its own, igniting bright stars in the sky that are born and die in the night - we don’t care about anything, there is only music of passion and pleasure. There is only harmony of penetration and interpenetration of our two bodies, and only stars ancient and new look with understanding at our endless dance of love and pleasure.

I gently whisper to you: “Yes... yes... come into me even deeper, even more, I want to feel your dick again and again.” Then my consciousness is confused by a strong orgasm that shakes me and I begin to moan and then scream, and with each subsequent orgasm my screams become stronger and more furious from the passion tearing me apart and I can no longer control myself.

You kiss me on the lips and continue to move in me and I feel your orgasm approaching and the walls of my vagina begin to squeeze your penis harder and harder, trying to squeeze it out to the drop, absorb all your sperm, get enough of it only for that short moment when it hits my vagina, so that then again I madly want to drink it and suck it in with my flower of passion and pleasure. Your movements are becoming faster and faster and your penis, like a hammer, drives your passion into me and now the fountain of your sperm merges with my juice and my moan merges with your moan. And nirvana comes.

Him: The romantic dinner by candlelight did not seem prolonged, as we, sitting opposite, looked at each other with eyes burning with desire. Our bodies rushed towards each other. You looked gorgeous in the ghostly candlelight. Chastely closed legs only emphasized your charm and beckoned you to them. Hidden in the shadows, the triangle of blond hair seemed black, a mystery that I have yet to unravel.

“Stand up, spin around, I want to admire you.” Your slightly illuminated body cast bizarre shadows, and seemed ghostly and airy. You were spinning in a dance to quiet music. And each of the poses you took in the dance was worthy of a painting. My penis tensed, as it seemed to me, to the limit. The swollen head, even in the light of candles, was bright red. The body of the penis has increased to its maximum size. Intertwined with blue veins, from a powerful rush of blood, he stood upright and demanded affection. The balls were full of sperm, ready to erupt at the slightest touch. "Look at him, he's about to explode." You smiled and squatted down, taking it in your hands.

She: Tired of lovemaking, we fell asleep in each other's arms. I lay on your chest and held your penis with one hand. I didn’t want to part with him even in my dreams. The candles had burned out and the first rays of the rising sun were breaking through the half-closed curtains. The emerging new day promised us new caresses and pleasures, new kisses and penetrations, new love delights, enhanced by the bitterness of the inevitable parting.

In this big life we did not belong to each other, and separation was inevitable. This bitterness of parting aroused our passion even more, made hugs and kisses even more passionate, did not allow us to relax even for a second in order to make the most of every minute of our meeting, to taste the sweet fruits of forbidden love. We were alone in this world in an ancient city lost in the Universe and the fire of divine love and passion glowed in our souls.

Having woken up, we will again intertwine our bodies in a fit of passion and merge our souls in the hope of being imbued with the pleasure and pleasure of intercourse. In the meantime, I was sleeping on your chest, and all my holes were full of your sperm, and you were all soaked in my juice. Even in our sleep we were full of desire to receive and give pleasure to each other.

I said: “Sorry sweetie! But I can’t stand it anymore!!!” and eagerly pressed her lips to your protruding penis. I began to lick your red protruding head with my tongue, licking up drops of your juice, which excites me more than the most intoxicating wine. My head was spinning with passion and pleasure, and the entire world around me ceased to exist at that moment. There were only you and me in this world.

I licked your penis - the head, the shaft, licked the balls, sucked it, smacking my lips, your moans excited me even more and I felt how it was getting wet between my legs, how I was flowing with you from your pleasure And I wanted to prolong this pleasure indefinitely. Periodically, I took your penis out of my mouth, giving you the opportunity to calm down a little, but I understood that you wouldn’t last long.

I pulled your dick into my mouth, wrapping it tightly with my lips on all sides, literally, with difficulty stretching onto your dick, and felt like a few more seconds, and a fountain of your sperm boiling with passion would hit my throat, and I would be able to enjoy its taste and smell, sweet and tart at the same time, the taste and smell of your essence, the most hidden, saturated with your thoughts and desires, your passion.

And now this moment has come, and streams of your hot sperm hit my throat and head like intoxicating wine, and I moaned with you from passion and pleasure, greedily swallowing your hot streams of life-giving moisture. You pulled me towards you and kissed me gently on the lips, feeling the taste and smell of your sperm on them. I felt the tenderness of your lips, their blissful relaxation and hidden desire that was waiting for its moment. During the kiss, I gently caressed the head of your penis, still slippery with sperm. It was wet between my legs, and I was waiting for that blissful moment when you would come to your senses and take care of me.

He: I peacefully and relaxedly leaned back in the chair, felt complete satisfaction with you, looked tenderly at your happy face, at the lips that had just given me such great pleasure, there was still a drop of sperm on my chin, I removed it with my finger and let you lick it off. Then he laid you on the bench, spread your legs and began to admire and stroke your pussy, it was very wet. After gently wiping her with a scented cloth, I began to caress her, first with my fingers and then with my lips and tongue.

Capturing the swollen pea of your clitoris with my lips, I pulled it into my mouth, and there I rolled it in my mouth with my tongue. Drawing his labia deeply into his mouth, he tried to stick his tongue out between them to touch the soft pink skin. With his fingers, spreading them wide apart, he spread the vagina as far apart as possible. И целовал и лизал отверстие и дырочку урерты. Проведя кончиком языка по окружности твоего влагалища, я вошел им внутрь. Стараясь как можно дальше его засунуть в тебя.

Почувствовав кончиком языка, что я коснулся «точки G» — центра сексуального удовольствия, там глубоко во влагалище, я начал нежно массировать его языком. Твои ноги, сжавшись, крепко сжали мою голову, а стоны и крики которые испускала ты, давали понять, что нужно продолжать. Ты резко дернулась тазом мне навстречу, языком и губами я почувствовал, как мышцы твоего влагалища сжались, и напряженно-возбужденные начали медленно расслабляться, бедра отпустили мою голову, почувствовав языком любовный сок, который рвался наружу, я отстранился и с наслаждением смотрел, как из красного, расширившегося в возбуждении влагалища, вытекает беловато-мутный сок любви. Он выливался и залил твою коричневую звездочку.

Подняв тебе выше ноги, я языком облизал всю твою промежность, собрав сок. И приникнув ртом к влагалищу, начал высасывать его из тебя. Набрав полный рот, прикоснулся языком к отверстию ануса, полизал вход. От нежных прикосновений сфинктер расслабился, и я плотно прижавшись губами, ввел всю жидкость изо рта тебе в попку.

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