10) rose, timidity and guitar / part 2
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She came around the
bench, the guitar player put aside his guitar and she sat on his lap. After
the first kiss he whispered, “I’m going to play my music on you now!”
His right hand held her
back and his flat left hand touched her cheek, went to her ear and softly
pulled back her long hair. He kissed her cheek and ear and went down her neck
while his hand slowly tore down her blouse to free her shoulder.
There she stopped him, “I
want to be only yours. Please, take me into your house!” So he lifted her up
and carried her in on his arms.
She did not see much of
the inside because she only looked into his eyes. Him as well, he was sunken
in her eyes, as he knew the way to his bed by heart.
The bed wasn’t large, but
they wanted to lay very close to each other anyway. Only some birds looking
through the window and a rabbit sitting at the open left door were witnesses
of what happened then (And of course, the writer. Otherwise he wouldn’t have
been able to write the tale).
He softly put her down on
the bed, on his left elbow the forearm under her neck, her right arm through
between his left arm and body with her hand on his back. His right leg had
found place between hers what she permitted willingly because every little
part of her body desired to be touched by his.
He began his love attack
by kissing her lips while his right hand ran down her cheek to her ear to
free it from her long hair and the upper part of his right thigh softly
pressed her pussy where he felt the full heat of her desire. With her left
arm through between his right arm and body, she pulled him closer to her
forcing him to entirely lie on her.
Her bosom and his breast
moved at the same rhythm, when his was filled with breath, hers was empty,
and the other way round, so their lips and lower bodies stayed in constant
touch.
Then he kissed her cheek,
neck, shoulder and went down to her bosom while her fingers ran through his
hair.
When he reached her
pussy-lips with his tongue he realized that she was already so hot and wet,
veritably waiting for him, that his mouth went up to her mouth again a bit
faster than he came down. She looked into his eyes with the smile of a rose
in love inviting him to make her his totally.
Tenderly the glans of his
genital entered her pussy and she gave a faint sigh. She spread her legs as
much as possible to absorb him entirely.
Tender kisses slowly were
replaced by much wilder ones, moves of his dick in and out, half in and half
out, deep in and nearly totally out by faster pushes.
As their blood had filled
their genitals completely, hers pressing his dick, his as hard as steel, they
closed the eyes, only enjoying the being of pussy and dick.
The feeling of cold and
hot, of total thoughtlessness, of the world vanishing, of their heads being
entirely empty.
When his cum filled her
pussy, she gave a louder sigh and for a moment stopped to breath. He sank
down on her exhausted by joy and effort.
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Mittwoch, 2. September 2020
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