Točke naslade

Rad imam oblin polne ženske. Manj čvrste postave, da se rit lepo trese, ko jo nabijam od zadaj in joški tako mehki, da se pozibavajo že, ko se ženska samo sprehodi mimo mene.

Rad imam nasmešek pri ženski, ko ga prvič vidi.

Rad imam ženske, ki ne morejo začeti dneva brez da jim za dobro jutro ne napolniš ust s spermo.

Rad imam, ko me sama prime za moje roke in si jih položi, tja, kamor ji najbolj prija.

Rad imam vonj po njej, ki ostane na mojem vzglavniku še dolgo po tem, ko je že odšla.

Rad imam trenutek ko se njene svilene tangice spustijo čez stegna do gležnjev, ko se uleže na posteljo in razširi noge in čaka na moja usta ali mojega trdega kurca in mi je popolnoma predana. Ko me z rahlo dvignjeno glavo in nasmeškom na obrazu samo nemo opazuje. Zaveda se, da je nemočna, da bi ji lahko v tistem trenutku naredil karkoli, ampak edino kar naredim je, da jo popeljem v svet naslade..

Rad imam, ko mi roke spolzijo pod njene tangice in občutim kako mokra je že po povrišini njene muce.

Rad imam, ko mi reče, da lahko z njo počnem kar hočem.

Rad ji ližem rit. Rad začenjam tam, da jo že s tem totalno narajcam, preden se sploh potopim v njeno pičko.

Rad imam ko jo z rokami primem za glavo in ji diktiram tempo pri fafanju. Ko začne vzdihovat še toliko bolj in se sprašujem ali zato, ker ji paše moja nadvlada, ali zato, ker jo s kurcem dušim, ampak v tistem momentu to ni niti približno pomembno.

Rad imam, ko mrmra in vzdihuje medtem ko ga fafa. Ko pade v trans in bi znorela če bi ji ga v tistem trenutku vzel iz ust, ker je samo njen in je v svojem svetu skupaj z njim.

Rad imam, ko ji ližem pičko, čeprav je bila cel dan z doma in ni imela časa, da se osveži. Mnjam!

Rad imam trenutek preden ji pride. Ko se že 20 minut kopam v njenih sokovih in je ves trud poplačan z njenimi glasnimi vzdihljaji in grabljenjem rjuhe.

Rad imam, ko se dere moje ime.

Rad imam, ko se izživlja nad mojim kurcem, ko le leže opazujem njene mojstrovine in dovršeno tehniko in ko me preseneti in vem kakšen božanski občutek sledi, pride pa šele s sekundnim zamikom.

Rad imam, ko jo zaližem po tem, ko ga je dala v usta direktno iz svoje pičke, da okusim njo, sebe in njena usta naenkrat.

Rad imam ko si jo rajca in ji prihaja vmes ko poskakuje po meni s kurcem v riti, ko bi ji najraje še enega zatlačil v usta, ker vem da bi uživala.

Rad imam, ko je po orgazmu njena muca tako zelo občutljiva, da komaj še prenese božanje mojega jezika jaz pa bi se še kar potapljal v njo, znova in znova.

Rad imam ko prvič počasi prodrem v njo, ko sem vedno znova presenečen kako jebeno dober občutek je to.

Rad ji sesam prste na nogah in ližem njena stopala, medtem ko jo fukam.

Rad imam, ko njene najlonke ležijo čez stol in jih lahko ovohavam tam, kjer so se prej cel dan stikale z njeno pičko.

Rad imam sledi na njenih spodnjicah. Fantaziram o tem, kako jo je narajcal nek moment in ji je njena pička spustila sladek sok, mene pa takrat na žalost ni bilo zraven, da bi vsega posesal iz nje.

Rad imam, ko jo med fukom z veliko močjo tepem po riti ona pa se brezkompromisno dere “ŠE!”, kot da jo le narahlo božam.

Rad imam, ko ujame moj tempo, ko mi prihaja v njena usta. Ko vsakič potegne ravno v momentu, ko ji brizgne sperma, kot da bi jo sama črpala iz mojih jajc.

Rad imam, ko mi prihaja po njeni faci, njej pa se riše nasmeh na obrazu in zgolj mrmra in me gleda, medtem ko ji curki tople sperme meglijo vid.

Rad imam, ko jo utišam s spermo. Glasna je, ko jo nabijam, potem pa jih dobi 10 po obrazu in že pri drugem utihne ter samo rahlo trzne pri vsakem naslednjem.

Rad jo fukam v usta in poslušam kako cvili.

Rad imam, ko tresoč in s telesom polnim mravljincev obsedim na kavču, medtem ko se je šla ona osvežit po vrhunskem seksu.

Rad imam, ko te ženska prosi naj nekaj dni ne masturbiraš, da ji boš lahko namenil še kakšen curek sperme po telesu več.

Rad imam ko je nenasitna.

Rad imam, ko mi naslednji dan potarna, kakšen muskelfiber ima od včerajšnjega seksa.

Rad imam sproščujoč smeh po seksu.

Avtor: xxx

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Pleasure in the Unlikeliest Places

In the following erotic fiction, a woman realizes that the most intoxicating pleasure is sometimes found in the most unexpected places. Read on… Pleasure in the Unlikeliest Places - An Erotic Story The first time that she saw Jamie, she wanted him and she did not even know it. It was not until the third time that she met him, and he looked at her that she realized that anything was there for her and she still didn’t think about making anything out of it. He was not her type; Jamie was none of her check marks. None of the things that she wanted for herself, none of the things that she wanted in a partner. But when Jamie looked at her, she was mesmerized. Mesmerized by the color of his eyes and the intensity of his gaze. She hadn’t expected that intensity, or for it to have such an effect on her, and it seared her memory. It was easy for her to continue their flirtation as they became part of each other’s social circle, and then later friends, but then maybe this was because she did not expect anything. When there was no expectation, it was effortless to be totally at ease with him. When Jamie asked her out to dinner, she never assumed he was asking her out on a date, and this time was no different; it just seemed like they were just going to hang out. But after this meal, as they were saying goodbyes, Jamie pulled her close to him and kissed her cheek affectionately; and, for the first time, Florentine realized she wanted him to kiss her lips, desperately. Where had that feeling come from? She tilted her head up toward him with a pout, expecting him to kiss her other cheek as well. Instead, Jamie suddenly shifted his hands to her hips and pulled her close to him, his lips now firmly upon hers. Just that simple contact made her knees suddenly weak, while deep within her body began to ache for him. She groped him without thinking, and felt his desire…not between his legs. But in the way that he responded to her touch. ‘You’re so sexy, you are going to get me in trouble…’ he said into her hair. ‘Why?’ she looked up at him, silhouetted by the full moon beyond him. ‘Because you are making it hard for me to be a gentleman Flo…’ No one ever called her Flo. Everyone called her Florentine, and his use of the cute diminutive had always seemed more reason for her to not take him seriously. But, for the first time in her life, she was going to listen to her body and do what her body wanted. Her body wanted Jamie. ‘I never asked you to be a gentleman…’ she purred against his chest. Jamie kissed her again, and she put her hands on his chest, half swooning from his growing passion. ‘Be careful what you don’t ask for…’ he whispered in her ear. Florentine chuckled, and quieted as he squeezed the side of her breast tenderly. She let her hand slip in the back of his pants. ‘Come home with me…’ he said. Nodding into his chest, Florentine nibbled at his ear and neck with impatience, very happy to distract him from his phone as he ordered a car. Then they waited in the dark, kissing against the wall kissing like horny teenagers who were only just trying to hide. The driver looked at her appreciatively as she climbed in. She liked that; she liked that Jamie could see that other people wanted her. He put his hand on her thigh as he joined her on the backseat, barely waiting for the car to rejoin traffic before he slipped that hand just under her skirt and began kissing her again like they had kissed before. As they tumbled into his bed, she found herself totally without inhibition, and Jamie worshipped her body with his mouth like she was the only woman in the world. Any of her vulnerabilities were soothed by his attentions as he made her feel a pleasure like she hadn’t experienced for far too long. Her best toys didn’t hold a candle to the sensation that he made her feel; the weight of him, and the way that he filled her. Her eyes watered at the pleasure of the fullness of him inside her. Florentine fell asleep beside him easily, not thinking for a moment about sneaking out to avoid an awkward morning-after. He pulled her into him, and curled over her body as he kissed her neck. When she woke up the sun was coming up, and Florentine’s breath caught. She was still in his arms, and his embrace had not slackened. When she shifted, he settled her closer to him. So she closed her eyes, and went back to sleep. After that, it seemed two days couldn’t go by that they didn’t find themselves in each other’s beds, engulfed in passionate ecstasy she had forgotten she would even experience. She was beyond blissed out that she was with him; never having imagined that she would want something like that with him, but now unable to see herself without it. ‘You can leave stuff here, you know? I cleared out a drawer for you and got some toiletries for you. I got a guest toothbrush.’ Exhausted after a mid-afternoon quickie, Florentine’s half-closed eyes were suddenly wide. ‘I mean now that we are together all of the time. I just wanted to make you feel at home.’ Her eyes widened even more, and Jamie looked at her with a combination of confusion and surprise. He was naked and beautiful, telling her that he was making room for her in his life when she never even considered that she really wanted him in her life. Her body was perfumed with his sweat, and she could smell their lovemaking high between her legs. Jamie had serious bedhead, and he looked so kind. And he wanted her. He was everything she wanted, because she hadn’t wanted it. Rather than embarking on a purely practical relationship that marked the end of romance, she was being romanced like she never had been before, by a man who she did not even think she could ever be serious about. Why had her list not included tenderness, warmth, and character? What he had was modest, but he had a lot of pride in it. He cooked her dinner, and it was better than dinner at the fancy restaurants that her dates usually took her too. And for all his lack of cockiness, he was able to tune her body like the fine machine it was. ‘You’re too lovely to me,’ she said, looking down bashfully. ‘I just want to be more than just lovely to you.’ She let him take her in his arms, and she realized far from the end of romance, it was the very beginning…