A Lady in a Leotard

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A Lady in a Leotard

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Being a guy with time on his hands and temporarily living alone I took on a voluntary evening job at our local community hall. It didn’t involve much and it was a chance to meet people. I opened the place up in the evenings, stayed around when it was used and tidied and locked up afterwards. A number of groups met there in the evenings, such as the local residents association, a bridge club and a wine tasting club. They were interesting people. But what I looked forward to most of all was the women’s exercise class.

The class consisted of about a dozen women in a mix ranging from slim sexy girls in their twenties right through to big bottomed, big boobed middle aged housewives. I had a tiny room which doubled as a cleaners’ cupboard I could sit in. But when the exercise class met I watched through the door which they always left ajar for ventilation and my eyes were constantly on the woman who ran the class, Tanya.

Tanya was a beauty in her late twenties, about ten years younger than me, with dark hair down to her shoulders which she normally tied in a pony tail for the class. As you’d expect she had a superb lithe figure with big firm breasts, a cheeky round well tuned looking bottom and mile long mans’ dream legs. Tanya usually wore a figure clinging shiny blue leotard low cut between her breasts, high cut at her hips and with her legs in sheer tan coloured nylons. Perhaps I’ve got some kind of fetish but I don’t think any garment could have emphasised Tanya’s female curves more sensuously as she arched and thrust her young body and spread her long legs during her exercise routine than that leotard.

One evening, as usual I was ogling Tanya during her exercise class. She was in her leotard but in my lustful eyes and mind she was nude, showing off the big firm breasts, smooth round bottom and the bush between her legs which I’d imagined so many times as my penis strained for her in my masturbation fantasies.

As Tanya took her class through its exercise routine I watched her spread her long nylon clad legs impossibly wide in splits with her leotard bulging invitingly over her sex mound between her thighs. I ogled her as she bobbed smoothly and rhythmically up and down in wide kneed squats, imagining her astride me like that with her breasts bouncing above me as she rode my hard up rod. As she lay back on her exercise mat with her legs folded up I was on top of her between her spread thighs feeling her naked body under mine, her legs wrapped over me and her vagina tight, smooth and warm around my hard up cock.

My lustful eyes were almost permanently on the thin blue gusset strip of her leotard nestling in the valley between her bum cheeks and running down between her legs. That so erotic strip of blue cloth always led my gaze irresistibly down between her nylon clad legs to the bulge of her leotard over her mound. I strained my eyes to catch any glimpse of a dimpled cameltoe outline of her vagina slit.

Then it happened. Tanya was bent over a chair with her legs wide and with her bottom toward me sensuously swinging as she rocked her hips to the beat of the music in an exercise routine with her ladies following her movements. My eyes were locked on Tanya’s hypnotically swaying bum cheeks, her nylon clad legs and as always that thin gusset strip of her leotard.

Suddenly and unexpectedly Tanya glanced straight at me over her shoulder. Our eyes met and she gave me a lewd grin. Without disturbing her rhythm, and I’m sure without any of her ladies noticing, Tanya’s hand slid down her leotard clad front and between her spread legs till her fingers peeped out between her bum cheeks as she fingered her pussy. She ran her fingertips smoothly back and forth along the line of her vagina slit through her leotard. Though she only stroked her mound for a moment I’ve watched women masturbate enough times to know what that gesture meant, and to guess at what she was telling me!

I couldn’t keep my eyes off Tanya after that. My penis rose hard and wouldn’t stay down. Finally at the end of the class Tanya’s leotard clad body disappeared into her tracksuit and she and the ladies departed leaving me alone in the building.

I was in the hall tidying up when I heard a noise behind me. I turned and there was Tanya back again. She diyarbakır escort was minus her tracksuit and trainers, just in her blue leotard and nylons and in the slightly high heeled shoes she wore for driving her car, and with her dark hair still in her pony tail. She was standing slightly spread legged, her hips thrust forward, her arms down her sides with her hands on her bum cheeks, and gently but sensuously rocking her hips.

“Did you like watching me fingering my pussy?” Tanya said softly. “I could all but feel your hand between my legs.”

As I was standing there staring at Tanya amazed she bent over that same chair with her leotard clad bottom toward me and spread her nylon clad legs wide.

“Go on! Touch me … if you want!” Tanya said softly but with excitement in her voice, and as she spoke she wiggled her bottom at me and fingered herself between her legs stroking her mound like she had before.

I wanted! My hands started on her legs. Perhaps I’m a fetishist, but I find the sight and feel of women’s sheer nylon clad legs every bit as exciting as bare female flesh for penis straining arousal. I followed the hem of her leotard slowly across her bum cheeks with my fingertips and fondled the curves of her firm round bottom through the thin lycra. Her smooth taut leotard deliciously emphasised the feel of her rounded curves.

Then that so erotic gusset! I ran my fingertips slowly down the valley between her bum cheeks. In a crowning moment of achievement my fingers reached that thin gusset between her spread legs I’d lusted for so much. It had always filled my mind in my moment of orgasm when I masturbated thinking of Tanya, even when she was performing completely nude for me in my masturbation fantasies. Now my hand was on that gusset, brushing against her nylon clad inner thighs, cupped over the soft warm bulge of her mound! I felt a sense of conquest like that moment a guy never forgets when he gets his hand under a girl’s skirt for the first ever time, slides his hand up her bare thigh and finds her thin cotton panties tight over her bottom.

My fingers gently stroked and explored the bulge of Tanya’s sex mound through the thin Lycra, finding and following the dimpled line of her vagina slit. Tanya whimpered and trembled with excitement and she spread her legs even wider for my exploring hand as I played with and aroused her pussy. When she stood up after a few minutes of enjoying my hand between her legs her cameltoe was prominent and the bulge of her leotard over her mound where I’d been fingering her was moist.

“You were imagining me nude as you watched me weren’t you?” Tanya said, grinning at me. “Go on, undress me if you want to see me nude for real.”

I hardly needed to be asked! I started by pulling the shoulder straps of her leotard down. She wasn’t wearing a bra underneath and her breasts bounced out, every bit as big, round and firm and smooth and warm in my hands as I’d imagined them to be in my masturbation fantasies, with her nipples up like little deep red corks with arousal. I couldn’t keep my hands off her breasts and as I played with them Tanya slipped her leotard down and off then kicked it aside.

That left her just in tan tights with a tiny white thong underneath. Like every guy I prefer stockings to tights, but as I ran my hands over the whole length of her mile long soft smooth legs as I slipped her tights off her I certainly wasn’t complaining. Her thong was the briefest I’ve ever seen, just a thin white strap nestling in her bum crack and a tiny white triangle of cloth at the front just big enough to cover her mound and showing the shadow of her cunt hair beneath. I pulled her thong down round her thighs to reveal a neat patch of almost black pubic hair around her slit.

Tanya let her thong drop round her ankles, kicked it aside and spread her legs wide. I cupped my hand over her pussy mound and she gasped and moaned with sex pleasure as I gently stroked her vagina lips, ruffled her cunt hair and slipped a finger into her juice sodden love slit.

Suddenly Tanya stepped back from me. Holding the chair and standing on one leg she smoothly swung her other leg up till it was pointing almost vertically straight up and took hold of her ankle. escort diyarbakır I believe that pose is a stretch gymnasts and ballerinas call a leg hold. It got her naked legs every bit as wide as when I’d watched her do the splits, except now vertically, and it pulled her pubic hair ringed vagina lips open so wide her juice glistening inner labia poked out.

“Is that a pose you were imagining seeing me in nude?” Tanya said with a grin.

In my masturbation fantasies I’d seen Tanya nude and shagged her in poses she’d hardly believe a woman could get her body into but even in my kinkiest dreams I’d never imagined her like that! I didn’t tell her though.

“Go on … play with me!” Balanced on her one leg with her other leg sticking straight up she thrust her pussy toward me.

It was a superb pose to play with a naked woman in. My hand was between her spread legs instantly, fondling her cunt, ruffling her juice moistened pubic hair, stroking her labia and teasing her clit. I fingered her both from in front and from behind, fondling her smooth bottom and sliding my fingers down her bum crack to reach between her legs from behind. Her excited gasps and squeals told me she liked that!

I caressed the soft smooth curves of her bottom and legs, getting her wild stroking the inside tops of her thighs. I kissed and licked her breasts and their taut peaking nipples. I kissed and stroked her down the length of her bare leg till I was kissing her pussy, ruffling her cunt hair with my tongue and licking her vagina lips. I could tell I was well on the way to taking her to an orgasm. But its not a position a woman can stay in for long, not even a lithe young athlete like Tanya. When her leg swung down I could see she was hot!

“Come on,” Tanya gasped, pulling me toward the exercise mat on the floor. “You want me don’t you?”

She let go of me and lay on her back on the exercise mat. She swung her legs so wide in a split that her naked body was an upside down T shape with her vagina gaping open for me again. I’d never before seen a woman get her legs so wide for sex! Tanya’s firm young breasts didn’t flop sideways like my last ex’s used to but poked firmly up quivering with her excitement and with her aroused peaking nipples pointing at the ceiling. I certainly wasn’t going to say no to an invitation to a nude one on one exercise class from Tanya!

As I started to strip for her she slipped two fingers into her vagina and began to masturbate. She was whimpering and gasping with sex pleasure and her breasts quivered with the methodical rhythm of her hand. I stripped to my thin grey briefs. They showed the outline of my hard cock in perfect detail. I saw Tanya’s eyes lock onto the huge conical bulge of my erect penis. I slipped my briefs down slowly so my erect penis bounced out, then dropped my briefs and kicked them aside like Tanya had done with her thong.

I stood wide legged naked astride Tanya as she lay on her mat, as if in triumph over her. I thrust my hips forward above her to show off my cock. Perhaps I’m kinky that way or perhaps it’s the way every man wants to show off his hard up cock to a woman. I keep myself in trim in the gym and I wanted to show this athletic fitness instructor I had nothing to be ashamed of, especially the eight inches of steel hard muscle that arched up in front of me from my hairy balls to its big round deep pink mushroom head.

Then I got down and knelt astride her slim waist with my erect penis bending up above her. A moment later I grunted and my hips jerked involuntarily with the burst of sex pleasure as Tanya’s exquisitely light fingers stroked my inner thighs, my groins and my balls, tickled me between my arse and balls, ruffled my pubic hair and gently explored the full length of my hard shaft from my pubes to its head. This fitness instructor certainly knew how to deal with a man’s tight muscles!

“Its so exciting exercising with my legs wide and sticking out my bum knowing you’re watching me and thinking of me nude” Tanya said as she played with my penis and balls. “And my leotard between my legs feels like a man’s hand stroking my pussy. It gets me wild!”

I leaned forward to slide my hard shaft up her cleavage till my balls were up against diyarbakır escort bayan her breasts. Tanya squeezed my shaft between her soft warm breasts and kissed and licked my penis head where it peeped out of her cleavage. I slid my shaft out from between her breasts and rubbed my penis head over her sensitive aroused nipples. She liked that too!

“Mmmmmmm! Kinky boy!” Tanya moaned softly and she squirmed with pleasure under me.

Then I moved up her body and offered my straining penis to her lips. Tanya responded instantly. She licked the lust swollen head of my hard up penis, then took my penis head into her mouth and massaged it with her lips, rolling her tongue over my knob and catching that so sensitive spot just under where my knob meets my shaft. She stroked my bum and thighs with her soft hands at the same time. I felt my cum starting to rise at the feel of her lips and tongue. I could have taken any amount of that, but she released my cock from her lips and looked up at me with her eyes blazing with lust.

“Go on, give me what you want! I’m on the pill. I want a man’s hard cock for real!”

I sure had plenty of real hard cock for her! I moved down to kneel between her incredibly wide spread legs and began to pleasure her with my fingers. I gently and rhythmically caressed her inner thighs, her groins, and that juice soaked spot between her arse and her vagina that’s so sensitive.

She was whimpering on the edge of a climax as I moved up her body till I felt her cunt hair against my cock head. I thrust, her vagina lips parted for my knob and I slid my shaft slowly in full length till my pubic hair entwined with hers. I leaned over her then I began the rhythmic, methodical thrusting of my penis in her deliciously smooth, tight vagina. She was young, slim, firm and so excited under me. In those passionate minutes with Tanya I rediscovered the exquisite pleasures of a young woman’s soft but firm naked body against mine and her hungry vagina hungry around my penis!

I’d taken her so close to the brink she climaxed quickly. While I was thrusting she gasped, tensed, her head flopped back onto the mat as her back arched to involuntarily thrust her hips up. Her legs smoothly folded up to wrap round my thighs as if she was involuntarily trying to pull my penis even further into her than my frantic thrusts rammed it. She clawed my back, her heels beat against my bum and her long pulsating orgasm cry echoed round the hall.

I held back till she’d come then pumped her methodically till her tight, warm, well juiced vagina took me to a delicious semen spurt. In my orgasm thrust as I shot my load into her I pushed her across the mat. I stayed with my cock thrust up her, then when my orgasm pulse faded and my erection loosened I flopped on top of her. Tanya’s arms and legs were still wrapped round me and I knew she was still in her afterglow. I lay on top of her for a while before I rolled off her and we lay side by side on the mat.

“Oooooooh! That was so good!” Tanya purred as she lay on the mat with her hand cupped between her legs. Knowing you’ve pleasured your woman as well as enjoying yourself always adds spice to a shag.

I watched Tanya slip her sweet young body back into her thong, her tights and her leotard before her curves finally disappeared under her track suit. Then she helped me finish tidying up.

“Would you have me as your personal trainer again?” Tanya asked with a grin.

“Any time.” I replied. “Especially to take me through those leg stretches and those upper body exercises. They’re just what I need to loosen up my stiff muscles.”

The feel of my stiff muscle in her tight warm vagina and of her breasts, lips and tongue against my erection sensitised penis were still fresh in my mind.

“You dirty minded bastard!” She gave me a kiss on my cheek. “Till next week,” she said, then she was gone.

Next week never came of course, as we all locked down. Until we’re all back together again Tanya only performs for me in my dreams during my own daily exercise routine. Sadly it’s only my own legs that stretch wide, except in my mind. I take myself through a hand and lower body exercise in which my right hand works hard on my tight muscles as they strain so stiffly from thinking of Tanya until my muscles are fully relieved. And the image of that thin blue gusset strip between Tanya’s unbelievably wide spread nylon clad legs, taut over the smooth bulge over her mound with just a hint of the dimpled outline of her vagina slit, fills my mind every time my exercise routine reaches its peak.

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Stian Elberd and I myself—Ragnhild Ascwin—are departing off for a hush-hush and not-communal picnic at some far away seaside and seashore. By hush-hush, I denote that it is going to be the two of us alone and not more than that. Yes. We are going to gobble batches and assortments of delicious and lip-smacking food and more outstandingly and significantly have endless laps and lots of great and so out-of-this-world sex. It is to some extent chilly and icy, but we are going anyway. We have made up our minds and assessments about it and nothing is going to alter that.

Regrettably and unluckily, and much to my own dissatisfaction and aggravation, the car that we are in—a bullion-colored Nissan Trimm 196—breaks down and Stian is left with no preference and alternative other than to ring up his repairman and tell him about where we are and what came about to us as well as where it is that we are going. After continual and nonstop minutes of chatting and conversing on his phone with the grease monkey man, he breaks off the call and peeks at me callously and frigidly like.

“What did the mechanic say?” I ask him.

He frowns at me unfeelingly for being daring and audacious enough to inquire him of that. “He will be here in like two hours from now; can you believe it, Ragnhild?”

“That is totally awful and dire news in any case.”

“Yes, it is terrible news indisputably.”

To hack a time-consuming story to the summary and terse, Stian and I consent that we are going to fuck each other in this bulky, infinite forest about us. We can’t just wait any more longer to arrive at the beach. I want sex right now and I yearn for it so bad. I would recite the rosary and even say my prayers out loud if it is bearable and allowable just so I can have and enjoy it. I am not shaggy dog storying here. This is the fixed and genuine truth. Arghhhh! I watch in silence as Stian takes off his blue-color jeans and pitch-black underwear and remains in nothing but his steep and irrefutable bareness. Why is it all the time that he likes having on black underwear in distinction and disparity with the other poles-apart shades? Oh my! Those mightily and impressively built and gorgeously hulking and filled and bursting-at-the-seams thighs of his…they enthrall and spellbind me. Damn me for my unquenchable lust and licentiousness and lasciviousness of him! Yes. I have an voracious and unappeasable desire and longing of him and his gigantic dick too. My monster and dearly loved John Thomas—I call him. He is mine to get pleasure from; mine to stroke and feel and amuse myself about with.

Phew! This is so truly funny and intriguing. I don’t want it to end; not at all.

“Tilt down over the front windshield of the car with your face gazing straight at mine so I can fuck and spank you till you are so exaggeratedly stoked and floating in mid air.”

My goodness! That is what I am supposed to do? I hurriedly do it keenly and merrily in any case. I clamber up on the windshield of our car, and once I am settled and accommodated on it, I haul and tow my legs apart and then pitch and fling up my yellowy dress so that my lemon-tinted Gee-string is laid to plain and infallible sight before Stian’s vigilant eyes and gaze itself. With a speedy and trained and yet mild tug, he yanks and tows away my Gee-string until he is clutching and gripping them in his very own hands. Then, with that carried through, he flings and tosses it away into a close-by bush.

I am provoked by his deed there and then. “Shit, Stian, you threw away my Gee-string, didn’t you? Have you got any idea of how much it was that I bought it? It was and still at present is very pricey.”

He becomes charmed and absorbed to the heart by my uncovered and furry and shaggy vagina when he stares at it. Yes. He is going to fuck it pretty damn bad and hard. This I can tell from the way and manner that he is licking his lips while gawking and ogling at my undressed cunt itself. Fuck me already, will you?

“I will get you a new duo and set of Gee-strings, Ragnhild, before we get back home. I assure you. I will get you any type of pants that you want. Do you hear that?”

“Yes, I do hear you obviously well, my overlord and boss.” That is what I call Stian. He is my principal and overlord. Any heading and label that you can think of which has a majestic and lordly feel to it belongs to him. Yeah. That is just how things are between the two of us. And I like it that way. As for me, I am his servant and bondswoman and varlet and serf. I like it and I am also mad about it so, so, so very much.

“Nice,” Stian notes kindheartedly. “You are a good girl indeed. And I am so very in love with good girls. As long as you submit and yield yourself entirely to me like this superb way that you even now are doing, we will all the time be at harmony and serenity and cheerfulness with each other.”

Won’t he fuck me already? I have had enough of the lame, monotonous, and stupid talk already.

When he reviews and checks my hopeful and longing türkçe bahis pussy this time, I am convinced and positive that I will be spanked and fucked and banged pitilessly and heartlessly like no man’s dealing. In fact, my vagina itself is missing Stian’s spermatic seed and jism so, so, so very much. She is awfully and particularly parched and thirsting for it. Without taking another swallow and fresh nip of it, she will definitely kick it and pop her plogs. I am just jesting and wise-cracking, don’t take offence at me. But once it—his male gamete—is made accessible and obtainable to her—my vag (abridgement or shortening for vagina) or pussy hole—she will without doubt gulp and guzzle it all down.

Properly and evenly, Stian places and lays his finger into the thickness and breadth of my gleefully now animate and busy pussy. The feeling…the sentiment that stirs with it…it is all so great and riotous and unbelievably fantastic. I have not submitted myself to anything like it before. Arghhh! Bit by bit and nicely, he jostles and jams smoothly nice his elongated fingers into me. I stare up at the boundless blue sky above my head and close my eyes for what seems like a fleeting while. Each time before we have sex, Stian all the time does that to me. He knows very well how to make and get ready my pussy for a good and pleasing round of kinky fuckery. This is so great and far-fetched indeed.

Left and right, up and down, his skillful fingers rummage about and stab and prod each and every side of my vagina’s inside. I like the feeling and commotions that they are rousing up with the stabled movements; I like everything about his balanced and yet calm and body-striking movement. It is all Greek to me—which I do not know and even do not apprehend—and I am utterly thrilled and excited by it as much as my mind is muddled and obscured up like mud-spattered and grimy waters on the other hand. Sex, sex, and more sex please…

“Can I lick and lap and sweep your pussy with my own tongue and also nosh and snack it with my very own mouth?” Stian asks all this to me, observing and studying what my reaction and response to him will be like. I am perplexed and dazed at the same time, and my face can evidently and straightforwardly show all of this.

“Yes, Stian. Flick and lap and brush your tongue in my cunt if you like. Snack and graze it with your very own mouth too if you see it preferable and more suitable and eligible.” And he does precisely just that. Bowing himself down towards me so that he has his mouth stationed and positioned right next to my vagina, he gawks and glances it briefly and for a moment before budging and stirring ahead to lap and whip his tongue violently and hysterically against it. My goodness! It is the best and most excellent thing ever. The lips and rims and margins and flanges of my sex wags and wiggles with the thrashing and flogging of his tongue, creating these pleasant and stunning sensations from somewhere there down my waist. In the dome and quarter of my muff and punani that is. Goodness. It is all the great and gratifying. I do want all this to come to a concluding and ultimate ending? Not at all! I want us to go on and on and on without any sort of conclusion at all.

My body is melting and dissolving and liquefying in this vast, grand accumulation and grouping of keen most bliss and pleasure. Getting laid is the nicest thing in case you didn’t know. My breath is so confound and disarrayed up and my thinking itself is this gone nuts and round the bend. All I experience about and within me is enjoyment and bliss and immense contentment…and nothing else. The way that Stian licks and thrashes his tongue on the rims and brims of my sex bears out to me just how much of a professional and connoisseur he is at sex. I am so pleased and relived that I am married and wed to an accomplished and practiced man like him in the first place.

After breaking off from his accomplishment for a little bit while, he runs his finger down my vulva towards my ass and then stabs and pricks it. I howl out vaguely savored and delighted and a little bit surprised and taken aback by that. My goodness! Will he also be fucking that zone and region and neighborhood of mine? He shouldn’t do it. I am at the moment not ready and geared up to be rammed and rapped with that massive cock and dick of his into my ass. Not now; not any sooner; perhaps some time later.

I scowl and make a face whilst Stian’s finger sports and fiddles and wantons about with my ass. Is he solemn and grave and staid on biffing and decking and walloping and whacking up that quarter and neck-if-the-woods turf of mine? Is he? I ask him straight away, “Are you also going to slide your stretched and giant John Thomas in there, Stian?”

“Not really. But I can do it if you want me to. What is your say on that?”

“No, no; don’t do it. I am not geared up for it right now.”

He stoops and bobs himself down and first smells and gets a whiff and sniff of my ass before he proceeds iddaa siteleri on to lick and smack it with his tongue as well. My goodness! Oh my goodness! The feeling is so bizarre and abnormal and of-the-wall and daggy-like. Doesn’t he find it foul-smelling and stinking and reeking sort-of to have fun and frolic and frisk about with my anus this freaking anomalous way? An hour before we left for the water’s edge and ocean plage back at our home, whilst I had locked and shut myself up in our capacious and bountiful latrine and water closet, I had given up human dung and faces and excrement that looked as grassy and greenly as hale-and-hearty lawn, and it was the most malodorous and feisty-smelling waste matter and lak of mine, which I hand wiped up and brushed and swabbed entirely clean with the velvety and silky maroon-colored tissue. Damn Stian for doing that to me! He was trifling and amusing himself with my goddamn intimate and darling most anus, wasn’t he aware of it?

I am shamefaced and conscience-stricken and sheepish on that. I mean, the anus is supposed to be mucky and grungy and skanky—isn’t it all that? And Stian here is sporting and romping up games with it like it is greatly guiltless and squeaky-clean and irreproachable? Yeah…I know. Like they term and style it…anal play…grungy and dirty play, isn’t it so?

Heck. Who would have foretold Stian engaging in silly and stupid games with my prized and priceless anus all thanks to the utilization and usefulness of his sluggish and dopey-minded tongue? Damn him for it! He was thick-headed and brain-dead enough to do it. Yes, he definitely was.

When he is completed with entertaining and amusing himself with my much-loved and very much helpful and functional anus, he stares up at me and then beams and smirks wickedly to state to me, “Must I come up there to fuck you? Or must I drag you down here to fuck you right close to me?”

“Mount up here and fuck me please,” I make known to him. He does just that. He crawls and clambers up to where I am seated on the bonnet of the car, with my back tilted and leaned on the windshield beneath me, and once he is up here with me, he curves and twists himself down to place and lay himself over me. Goodness. His solidified and congealed erection strokes and brushes my thighs; and I am all this frozen immobile and static right away, gulping down hard as a sugary, lust-awakening-like feeling and passion journeys through my blood and veins themselves. I want him to fuck me hard…right here and right this particular moment. Will he at any rate? It is too soon to tell that, or is it not?

“Are you ready for me to come into you?” Stian questions me, reviewing and surveying my facial appearance and idiom itself.

I nod towards him silently, and it is then that he penetrates his full erection into me, lightly and cautiously. Yah! I have been waiting for this sugary moment all these lengthy while ages. And here it has at last come. I don’t want everything to end. If only we can expend and splurge and fritter up the rest of our outstanding and lingering but lasting days fucking and spanking up each other. It would be so great and fantastic, aren’t you of the same opinion and estimation and view with me. Leisurely but unquestionably, Stian pumps in and then bails out his elongated and made-bigger dick out of me, satisfying my lust, slaking and placating it—and I am so extremely and from the bottom of my heart pleased with him and his achievement.

Oh my gosh! What a content, joyful, and pleasurable life of mine this all is! A life of sex…sex…and more sex with my very much handsome and devoted and caring and helpful husband—Stian Elbert. Stian, please fuck me in this inexhaustible and fear-provoking forest about us, will you, honey?

Shit. I can’t believe that Stian is going to fuck me real awesome and admirable and butchin’ five-star! I would love that. His voluminous and hulking thighs ballet and waggle against mine, his hips or bottom or butts behind swinging and swaying quietly and intensely. Oh my gosh! I love it. It is oh so appetizing and amazingly tasty and yummy and plain damnedest best awesome and beautiful and pleasurable too. I stare down to see how his gigantic dick is pricking and going in and out outside of my hole, and to be truthful and candid with you, I am dazed and beguiled by what I see and observe. Speedily and vividly brutal and stern, his phallus punches and rams into me, making his body to ballet and jig and wriggle in such a very dazzling and outstanding and breathtaking motion. Being fucked is an excellent and fantastically enjoyable thing indeed. He must not stop…he must not refrain or break off from what he is doing to me right this very moment.

For a little, far-fetched while, he removes his massive and fully-jammed and replete penis out of me to stroke and caress it adequately and tenderly just before my not-yet-fully-pleased-and-made-happy vulva itself. Ashoooo! It is an eye-catching and spectacular thing indeed. He jerks deneme bonusu veren siteler and yanks his big John Thomas with his own hands before my very own private eyes, staring gravely and acutely at his oversize dong while slinking a glance at me every little once in a while. Then he tells me, “Set your vagina far and wide ajar. I want to gorge and fill it up with my own cum and jism. Do it before I come. Fast, Ragnhild.”

I do like I am ordered and charged to; I position my fingers on my sex and open its rims and flanges broadly and far more extensively and widely apart. Deep inside it, it is all flushed pink and roseate and to some faded extent reddish. Of course! It is all so drenched and dripping and bathed and doused with Stian’s cum itself. Poor it! I trust that it is enjoying this too, is not it?

Arghhhh! As I finger and stay wide open the lips and cavities of my troubled and shocked sex, gazing at Stian while he rubs and strokes his vast, littly vermilion-like dick at the same time, he lets loose and fires and spurts out continual and unbounded cum from it, directing and casting it straight into my cherry pink punani that is anticipating so very much to be given and be also furnished with it.

“Yeah,” Stian undertones out to me, content and happy with himself and his achievement. “Yeah, baby. That is it. Open it more wider and extensively and happily get my downpour and deluge of sweet rainfall and raindrops of pleasantly cum itself.”

Stian’s cum is bizarrely lukewarm and enjoyable. Is there anything not wide-off-the-mark with that? I nibble and masticate my lips and tongue as he pours and showers out more and more semen into my powerless and vulnerable punani, filling and furnishing me with too much pleasure and sweetness all in all. Yes. Like that, baby. Keep on doing it. I am liking it so, so, so very much; I am taking pleasure in it so badly and so, so intensely.

Eishhh! Is this enjoyment and sweetness I am taking joy in right now ever going to end? I don’t want it to finish and pull the plug on to be honest and earnest with you. Damn it!

All of a sudden and unexpectedly, Stian is inside of my vagina again, prancing and bobbing himself up and down, and rocking up and down and swaying violently and crazily his buttocks behind. Ashhh! I like the manner and style that he fucks me. The sex he grants and bestows and furnishes me with is just plain damn awesome and mind-blasting and splitting in nearly about every means and form. Stian is the world’s greatest fucker of our time—if not of all time.

I shut my eyes close while he bashes and whacks and clobbers and clouts and swats and tonks and batters into me. Yeah. I wish to focus and contemplate on nothing else right now but the exceeding sugariness and syrupiness and honeyedness that he is furnishing and filling me with; that pleasantly sacchariness; that beautifully ickiness; that wonderfully cloyingness that materializes and comes into being with him socking and spanking and thrusting and slapping into me. It wings and flutters me straight into paradise and the next world itself in not long than a millisecond. Yah! I love being fucked and spanked and hammered sexually a great lot deal big time as a matter of truth. Sex really rocks, don’t you think so? I do opinion and esteem so myself as a matter of authenticity and veracity.

For a second, Stian quits fucking and tipping out a great immense deal of semen into me. My vagina and Isabelita down there is thirsty and parched and dehydrated again. She thirsts for more semen and cum; she is in fact itching and greedy for more kinky and hard fuckery from the great master fucker of our time himself—Stian Elbert. She is desirous what’s more and avid and athirst and craving and hankering for more and more sex, sex, and endless sex…and will it be given her? I cannot tell so soon.

And? What next? I ask Stian why he has abruptly broken off and come to a standstill from fucking and banging me up. He has this to fill in to me, “I am imagining about any probable way that I can make use of in fixing and patching up my car.”

Crap! That is what he is cogitating over about? Damn him for it then! We are having sex here. Not just any commonplace and usual sex; but sweet-smelling and sugary and fragrant-like and euphonious fuckery and coition all in all. And he tells me that he has let his mind wander and stray to our contemporary crisis and dilemma? Setbacks and hitches in this iniquitous and unrighteous and morally wrong world of ours never end. They never, ever come to a final and ultimate and absolute ending and expiry and resolution; they never, ever do that; in lieu, they are incessant and continuous and evermore permanent. And if you swear that you are never, ever, ever going to have and appreciate and relish and find satisfaction in sex all of your life and days here on Earth until all is perfectly and brilliantly well with you, then you are never, ever, ever and ever going to have and be privileged with it and the pleasurable and of your body’s liking largesse and kohas and bequests and boons and prezzies that come along with engaging in it. There is no such thing as a perfect and ideal moment to have and enjoy sex. Nothing like that at all! Or is there something f that sort and nature in your perspective and standpoint?

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