Stories in cunnilingus
196 stories · Page 7House. On the ground. Winter. Evening. Snow is swirling outside the window. Its white flakes cover the ground. We have a big house. And on the first floor there is a fireplace - a real big fireplace. The house is warm. You walk barefoot. You are naked. You stand and look out the window as small snowflakes fall to the ground. You seem to have been hypnotized by one of them and time has stopped... You follow her every movement in the air. Very suddenly, but very gently, my kiss falls on your neck, and my hands on your waist. I stand behind you in what my mother gave birth to and slowly swing your waist, following the lounge, which quietly plays in the background. You are smiling. You look out the window and smile... Another moment and you turn around to face me. I am enthralled. The lines of your face are perfect. Your blue eyes laugh with mine and we start dancing very slowly, lightly touching the floor. We seem to be flying. And then my lips meet yours in a tender kiss... alive and
How I love to change in front of my beloved... showing new outfits how they look on me, how the figure is beautifully emphasized by lace panties and bra... and how do you feel when I undress and change like this, seeing my look at you? You can calmly watch how such a charming girl undresses in front of you every five minutes and looks so slyly into her eyes, in which there is both brilliance, and interest, and desire at once ... what do you immediately want to do with such a baby when I am almost naked, defenseless and so sexy ... and so I twist my ass, and bend my back, and walk on the carpet of the bedroom as if on a catwalk in front of you ... Of course, you won’t be able to stand it and you will come up behind me and snuggle like a man without sentimentality tightly and strongly ... to feel me completely all ... so it will be difficult for me to move and even breathe ... And gently kissing the neck and shoulder, whisper hotly in your ear about how beautiful and sexy I am, bab
You finally arrived in my city, we phoned, met in a cafe, where we sat, drank coffee, chatted, and then I agreed to come to visit you in the hotel room. We both want an unforgettable meeting, satisfaction of our desires and completely drink each other. Even on the way, unable to withstand this torture of waiting, your lips begin to look for mine, your hands want to caress, squeeze my body, your penis has already acquired wooden hardness in trousers. Finally we are in your room. Without delay, you cling to my coral lips, feeling their wonderful softness and liveliness. My perky wet tongue unclenches your lips and adds dizziness to the kiss. Your hands have long since descended from my shoulders and are wandering over my amazing body, feeling and exploring it through my clothes. With one hand you stroke my back, from time to time playfully sliding down and squeezing my delicious, elastic ass with your palms. The other hand impatiently, confused, unbuttons the buttons of my blouse, then
When you came, of course, I didn’t even think about getting ready. My guilty, smiling look in response to your reproachfully smiling, immediately dispelled your attempt to get angry. "We won't be late..." You thought, shuddering slightly from a desire waking up somewhere in the depths, smiled after me without reproach - I flew off into the next room to get dressed - and went to make coffee. As you wandered through your fantasies, the coffee ran off, filling the kitchen and then the apartment with a very sharp and slightly bitter smell. "Today will be an interesting evening, interesting" - you thought, carrying a tray with a couple of cups and sweets, and smiled. In front of the door, he tried, as far as possible, to wipe the smile from his face, which was already clearly acquiring a tinge of lust, and entered the room with an incomprehensible expression on his face. And then he stopped. I didn't shut the bedroom door tightly, apparently forgot ("However..." - a thought flashed throug
I have long wanted to drag him into bed and today I had such an opportunity. He, as usual, did not notice me and looked away casually. My legs have been sore all day, I want it and I'll get it. I made up my mind and walked over to him. - Hi, how are you? - Fine. - What are you doing? - Yes, nothing special, but what? - Do you want to ride in my new car? - Is it true? Of course I do, but when? - Right now! We sat in a fresh interior, that's what you can call this feeling of a new car. We rode around the city for about an hour, it was very hot and thirsty. When the water ran out, we decided to swim somewhere. I turned into a back alley, another twenty minutes we drove through the city and were silent. I turned off the city road, and we are already on a free track. The most ordinary thought came to my mind, to try what my new off-road baby is good for. It was amazing, 190-200 km/h. He also enjoyed it, it was evident in the real smiling face. I think that it was after suc
Slow is better... The wife was supposed to arrive tomorrow. I had to spend another evening alone. I went to the store and bought a bottle of beer. Taking advantage of the fact that it got warmer outside, he began to drink beer right on the street, slowly puffing on a cigarette. Since I had not yet had dinner, I quickly felt that my head was spinning pleasantly, and I thought about what to prepare for the arrival of my wife. I decided that I would buy a bottle of champagne, give her an essential oil bath, and give her a massage after the bath. I immediately remembered how I saw an erotic massage on TV, and there they used a cream so that the hands would slide more easily. I went to the pharmacy and bought an oil with the intriguing name EROS and the promise that after this oil the erogenous zones would be more sensitive. I was in some kind of excited anticipation. Never have I been so long without a wife since I began to live a regular life with her. For 4 years, I got use
Someday I will definitely take revenge on you for everything you do to me... Do you want to know how it will be?! What am I going to tell you... First, we will take a hot bath with you... Imagine how pleasant it is... Water penetrating everywhere and dousing you with warmth and moisture, foam, steam rising above the water... And my hands... Everywhere... Caressing you everywhere. .. Stroking your body, breasts, your beautiful thighs, penetrating into the most intimate places of your excited body... Your eyes, into which all feelings, will be replaced by one, the only one... Desire... The very thing that embraces you, when I'm around... I'll get up and you'll caress me with your mouth on your knees, not because I'm asking, but to at least partially quench your thirst, at least get a little full... But I won't let you finish what you started.. . A little bit later... But not now... It's still early... We will leave the bathroom, I will lightly wipe your body and lay it on the bed
Why do we come here? We all have different reasons why we are here on the Internet: someone just like that ... plays out of boredom, someone tries to forget, to get away from the real. But the result is the same: here we meet, communicate, fall in love, become attached to each other, part, experience pain and disappointment. We live here. I was like that too, until one day I met you. We chatted, laughed, you gave me so much tenderness and affection ... and gradually I began to realize that I was looking for communication only with you ... I know that we are little acquainted ... but still ... Every evening I run here, to the monitor... I know... it's stupid! But when you come here, I want to cuddle up to you, feel the warmth, hear the beating of your heart and, touching your lips to your chest, whisper "I missed you ... I was waiting for ..." ... and sliding your hands over your shoulders up ... over your neck, raise your eyes and clinging to your lips to give an unforgettable
With a strong cross, you again sent the ball into the field near the line itself. Yes, the punches were excellent, but they didn't seem to help you smash me set after set. I could hardly concentrate on the ball during the reception, and mediocrely shot my own serves out of bounds. My fingers alternately weakened, then convulsively squeezed the racket, as soon as you just made a jerk to the side or leaned over the ball ... Several times I closed my eyes tightly, shaking my head, as if trying to throw off the sweet shackles of vision that arises behind the net. But the vision did not disappear - after all, there was you, a real tennis goddess, a beauty queen and a master of seduction ... - 6:2, I won again - you said fervently. Where these two games I won came from, I could not understand. And I didn’t think about tennis at all at that moment. Your beautiful hair, falling down your neck on graceful open shoulders, your elastic breasts, embossed in a snow-white mini-top, your breathtaki
She took a shower while standing in the bathroom. He sat in the tub, looking up at her as jets of water grazed her soft skin. They drew their pattern on all the curves and hollows of her beautiful body. He was very excited, he wanted to glide over her along with the water, to feel the taste of her skin with his tongue and lips, her smoothness. He reached out and stroked her leg, up and down. When her fingers reached the soft, excited lips, she spread her legs a little, allowing his fingers to reach her bosom. Fingers easily slid over the lips, making their way deeper and deeper. They felt the swollen depth, the moisture of excitement. She began to moan, her legs weakened, and she sank down onto the plank that lay across the tub. She spread her legs wide and placed them on the edges of the tub. The fingers continued to caress. First one, two, three. The tongue touched the tubercle at the top of the lips. "Stop, I want to pee," she pleaded. "I want you to do it now," he replied.
We continue our evening in bed, when we lie side by side, our breathing evens out, we calm down. I need to drink a glass of good wine, I sit on the edge of the bed and put on black stockings, but when I sit I put them on only on my feet, and then I get up, turn my back on you and slightly spread my legs and bending down, I begin to slowly pull and align these stockings on their legs, throwing playful glances at me. And your eyes see a beautiful picture of how the skin of the legs is hidden under the translucent dark fabric of the stockings, you see the smoothly shaved petals of my rose, the first ones are a little dark, the others are pale pink and gleaming from all these juices of love, the darkish star of the anus, to which wrinkles and yours run like rays. my friend, despite being tired, for a slight whining in the testicles, it begins to harden and bleed, I see all this and bring my ass closer to your face for a kiss, but you still kiss, but after the kiss, slap me on the ass and r
Recently, on my way back to Atlanta after a few years away, I decided to call an old friend of mine. I figured she was living with some guy, and a light drink would be a harmless enough friendly gesture. It turned out that she was very glad to hear from me, and insisted that I invite her to dinner tonight. I forgot that Cheri always turned me on, and I realized that I was looking forward to tonight. There was me, there was she, and there was evening. The dinner was amazing and the conversation flowed easily like wine. As before, we sipped liquor and looked at each other thoughtfully. Her foot found mine under the table, and she began to rub my calf with her instep. It seemed like we never parted. Now her fingers were stroking the tubercle of my very aroused cock. "Max, why don't we go to my place, and you take it and fuck me like you used to?" I was only too glad to pay the bill and leave. In the car, she ran her fingers through my hair and her tongue into my mouth. Her lips were
Virgo was her zodiac sign. Who knows, maybe that's why I immediately noticed her when she showed up at my work. In general, I was lucky with the "virgins" in my life. The story with this one began with the fact that she sat down on the edge of my table, I got up, we met, talked. She was incredibly sexy. At some point, she raised her hand to straighten her hair, and I must say that her hair was magnificent - a heavy golden mane. So, she raises her hand and through the wide sleeve of her summer shirt, which turns out to be right in front of my eyes, I suddenly see an unrestricted, small, with a neat, slightly protruding papilla, breasts. I read somewhere that the ideal woman's breasts should fit under the man's palm. I swear I saw my ideal! She lowered her hand, but even today, closing my eyes, I see this picture as if in reality. We became friends and rejoiced when we could be together. Her sex appeal did not leave any man indifferent, her sliding gait, hair, hip bend and so
There are no thoughts in my head... Why think about something when you are near... When you are about to become mine, and I am yours... I don't want to think about anything... Desire... Passion rolling in waves on me and pouring heat, preventing me from thinking and forcing me to restrain myself so as not to rush at you ... In the twilight of the room I see your eyes, it’s hard for me to guess what you think, what’s in your eyes ... Fear, desire, embarrassment. .. I don’t know... I give you a glass of wine and with a gesture I suggest you sit on the sofa... And I myself with exactly the same glass, I stand in front of you... We silently and slowly drink wine, studying each other... You you get up and come up to me, unbutton your shirt, your hand touches my chest, gently, lightly, uncertainly ... I hug your waist and our lips merge into a kiss, light at first, then more and more passionate, incessant ... Your lips, I'm crazy about them ... Suddenly I push you away, and start taking of
I went crazy from the absence of a wife and intimate life. She was in my custody. And so, from all this, I began to look on the Internet for a way to correct my situation, and I came across a married couple from my city. We started talking, agreed to meet in a cafe to get to know each other. But unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, the meeting did not take place. They had their own affairs, I had my own (work, wife, etc.) But then the census began at work, and it turned out that everyone was free tonight. We agreed on a meeting place and special signs of each other. To be honest, I was a little shaken by this adventure. What awaits me there, what should I expect from this meeting, of course there was a whole bunch of thoughts. But still I decided and at the appointed time was on the spot. I quickly found a white jeep according to the description, and hovered of course. Walk past or take a chance, and yet almost 3 months of abstinence did their job and I did not run home without l
The session is not conducive to a good mood. Never. Regardless of how you study. And everything is unnerving: the calls of the parents, the remarks of the sister, the attention of young people on the street. In short, ready to bark at everyone you meet. Especially when it's plus twenty-five outside the window, and instead of lying somewhere on the shore, sipping Coca-Cola, you wallow in a stuffy room and plow the boundless ocean of historical research. Having dug into textbooks and losing the last remnants of common sense over the adventures of the ancient and not very Russians, I almost threw a suddenly screaming smartphone out the window. - Oh, to break you! I said in my heart. - Well, who else is itching? "People are divided into two categories," the unknown caller said thoughtfully. - "Some pass the session. Others have a habit of arriving at the wrong time, but they have cognac, which dilates blood vessels and improves mental activity. I have cognac. Well, so I will come in?
My new secretary is just lovely - a charming creature: just a girl (she was 19 years old), she looked just great: wavy golden hair falling to her shoulders, big blue eyes, a little upturned cute nose, a charming mouth line, a thin graceful neck, high chest, which was noticeable despite the strict suit, thin waist, small ass and long beautiful legs. She was dressed, as I have already said, strictly: a gray skirt just above the knees, a jacket, under it a snow-white blouse, thin stockings, low-heeled shoes. And this naive cute look, which does not spoil her at all, but rather emphasizes her incredible sexuality, showing through in her every movement: gait, gestures, in the way she writes, works at a computer. At the same time, her sexuality is so natural and genuine, as if it was given to her from birth, which most likely is the case. This is how she appeared before me today, and the name of this incredible girl is Anya. She did her job flawlessly all day. I saw her many times when she
Spring painted nature with colors, covering the trees that were bare after winter in a bright green color, and spread a green blanket on the ground. It was May, and spring work was in full swing everywhere. I, too, dug in the garden all the time and planted new seeds in order to get a good harvest in the fall and live carefree all winter. I had to work a lot, and when I got tired, I allowed myself to take my favorite walks through the spring forest naked and breathe with my whole body and every part of it. Les dressed and I undressed after a cold winter. - How unusual and strange everything is, I thought, walking through the forest and listening to the birds. - The forest undresses for the winter, and the person dresses and vice versa in the summer. I smiled and walked down the forest road, walking down the sandy path in only my running shoes. I always left my clothes at home and did not worry that they could be found and stolen or that they could watch me near it, and therefore
Currant liqueur. Sweet like my dreams. Here comes the night. And the words are spinning on the tongue: You have a son, I only have a daughter. You have a day, I only have smoke... Somewhere out there, on the other side of the city, you sleep. Spring inflamed our blood and brought new juices to the sleeping townspeople. And if you want, I will tell you about tomorrow, about the long week-end that we will spend together. Just fantasizing on paper? I return to our meetings again and again. How quickly the desire flared up. I am looking forward to tomorrow and dreaming of how our new meeting will take place. How hot you are... I turn you on your back and start slowly kissing your lips... then your neck... your breasts are so delicious... I feel like a baby... and here is the tummy, so wonderfully soft... I love him... You can, I'll spread your legs, well, don't be shy... Don't cover it with your hands, I like it, I penetrate you with my tongue... then quickly, quickly start to t
It was a warm evening. Walking down the street, they came to her apartment. There was something special about that day, and they both knew that something was going to happen today. He knew that his beautiful, sunny girlfriend was still innocent, but he still felt that something would happen between them today. A bit tired of the hustle and bustle of the city, from stuffy trams, they decided to take a break. She said she wanted to take a shower and relax. Entering the bathroom, she slowly undressed, turned on the water and found herself under jets of warm water. There was a soft knock on the bathroom door... and it is not clear why, but she opened the door with a calm heart. There he stood. Of all the clothes on it were only swimming trunks. She appeared before him in all the beauty of her nakedness. She had a beautiful body. Slender legs, plump elastic ass, small size, but very beautiful breasts. He was simply stunned by her. And stood in the bathroom door as if rooted to the spot. S