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be rolled and squeezed. She groaned with pleasure as he gently worked her breast, stroking her soft skin, teasing her nipple.
Stopping, he turned her around. Looking up at him, this girl was different—she was so pliable, so amiable and willing. Kissing her deeply he pulled her bra away letting it fall to the floor, then he slipped his thumbs in the sides of her thong, pulling it down. Moving with it he slowly crouched down, his kisses making a trail between her breasts over her stomach as he dragged the lacy fabric down, his hands caressing her backside, her legs. His kisses and little flicks eventually reached her mound and the strip of the softest, fairest Brazilian.
On hearing her sigh deeply, he looked up the length of her body, looked towards the small breasts, her blush coloured areole on her lightly tanned skin. Lucy was special, she was not like the others, like the other girls he took to a hotel room or to his apartment at home, the one’s he’d fuck and then send on their way. There was something about Lucy, maybe he was just maturing, but he was drawn to her. He was more wrapped up with her than he’d ever been with a girl before. Shaking his head slightly, he tried to dispel the thoughts. He didn’t want a regular girlfriend, did he?
Forcing himself to concentrate now and what was happening this minute with this beautiful creature, he drew his fingers over her hips, across her stomach and down towards her mound. Travelling further, his gentle touches flicked over her labia causing her to shiver and gasp, moaning aloud, my God she was special, so responsive. Kneeling, he kissed her again, parting her lips he drew his tongue gently over her clit as she stood panting, her breath quivering as she became lost in the exquisite sensations running through her. His lips and his tongue continued to bring pleasure to the luscious Lucy; her taste was so sweet as she writhed above him, his big hands holding her hips, squeezing her backside.
Never before had she felt such pleasure chasing through her, feelings that were alien.
Standing up from the floor, Benito let his shirt slip to the ground and stood there in front of her. She gazed longingly at his broad chest, the well developed arms and that smooth tanned skin, her attention drawn to the short line of text above his left nipple, Con le stelle .
Keeping his focus on her, their eyes locked as he undid his trousers pushing them down along with his shorts, letting them fall to the floor.
Lucy gasped under her breath, her eyes widening as she stood stock still in front of him. She focussed on his huge thick cock pointing directly at her. Unable to move her gaze, her lips drew to a tight line as she swallowed hard before lifting her head towards him, her eyes fixed on his. How’s it going to fit?
As he moved towards her, she forced her mouth into the slightest of smiles, “Tesoro,” he frowned. “Are you okay?”
“Umm hmm,” Lucy nodded as he wrapped her in his arms holding her close, her breasts against his broad chest.
Benito was feeling something, something he hadn’t felt before, this was different. She was frightened and scared, her body stiff, her breathing heavy. Casting his thoughts aside, he recalled their earlier conversation. She said she was okay with this. Surely she would tell him if she didn’t feel comfortable. Maybe it was just that she didn’t do this very often? She had told him that she wasn’t very experienced.
The two of them stood naked in the centre of the room as he held her, surrounding her with his big arms.
Breathing deeply against his chest, she closed her eyes taking in that masculine yet fresh scent. The very smell of him was making her insides quiver causing her breathing to become jagged, her core wanton and her arousal growing. She stood so desperate in his embrace, until he broke away and lifted her in his arms. Reaching around his neck, she draped her arms around him her head resting on his shoulder as he bent
Stopping, he turned her around. Looking up at him, this girl was different—she was so pliable, so amiable and willing. Kissing her deeply he pulled her bra away letting it fall to the floor, then he slipped his thumbs in the sides of her thong, pulling it down. Moving with it he slowly crouched down, his kisses making a trail between her breasts over her stomach as he dragged the lacy fabric down, his hands caressing her backside, her legs. His kisses and little flicks eventually reached her mound and the strip of the softest, fairest Brazilian.
On hearing her sigh deeply, he looked up the length of her body, looked towards the small breasts, her blush coloured areole on her lightly tanned skin. Lucy was special, she was not like the others, like the other girls he took to a hotel room or to his apartment at home, the one’s he’d fuck and then send on their way. There was something about Lucy, maybe he was just maturing, but he was drawn to her. He was more wrapped up with her than he’d ever been with a girl before. Shaking his head slightly, he tried to dispel the thoughts. He didn’t want a regular girlfriend, did he?
Forcing himself to concentrate now and what was happening this minute with this beautiful creature, he drew his fingers over her hips, across her stomach and down towards her mound. Travelling further, his gentle touches flicked over her labia causing her to shiver and gasp, moaning aloud, my God she was special, so responsive. Kneeling, he kissed her again, parting her lips he drew his tongue gently over her clit as she stood panting, her breath quivering as she became lost in the exquisite sensations running through her. His lips and his tongue continued to bring pleasure to the luscious Lucy; her taste was so sweet as she writhed above him, his big hands holding her hips, squeezing her backside.
Never before had she felt such pleasure chasing through her, feelings that were alien.
Standing up from the floor, Benito let his shirt slip to the ground and stood there in front of her. She gazed longingly at his broad chest, the well developed arms and that smooth tanned skin, her attention drawn to the short line of text above his left nipple, Con le stelle .
Keeping his focus on her, their eyes locked as he undid his trousers pushing them down along with his shorts, letting them fall to the floor.
Lucy gasped under her breath, her eyes widening as she stood stock still in front of him. She focussed on his huge thick cock pointing directly at her. Unable to move her gaze, her lips drew to a tight line as she swallowed hard before lifting her head towards him, her eyes fixed on his. How’s it going to fit?
As he moved towards her, she forced her mouth into the slightest of smiles, “Tesoro,” he frowned. “Are you okay?”
“Umm hmm,” Lucy nodded as he wrapped her in his arms holding her close, her breasts against his broad chest.
Benito was feeling something, something he hadn’t felt before, this was different. She was frightened and scared, her body stiff, her breathing heavy. Casting his thoughts aside, he recalled their earlier conversation. She said she was okay with this. Surely she would tell him if she didn’t feel comfortable. Maybe it was just that she didn’t do this very often? She had told him that she wasn’t very experienced.
The two of them stood naked in the centre of the room as he held her, surrounding her with his big arms.
Breathing deeply against his chest, she closed her eyes taking in that masculine yet fresh scent. The very smell of him was making her insides quiver causing her breathing to become jagged, her core wanton and her arousal growing. She stood so desperate in his embrace, until he broke away and lifted her in his arms. Reaching around his neck, she draped her arms around him her head resting on his shoulder as he bent
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