1. Espresso for two (a devotee dream)


    Date: 9/28/2015, Categories: Fetish, Author: SingularityNL, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    a firm opinion of my own on this too?&#034 I asked back, like her subtly referring to our chat at the coffee bar. &#034Nah, every guy thinks he has the greatest,&#034 she replied instantly, giving me another wink, one that wasn't so subtle anymore. &#034But I'll still be the judge...&#034 &#034You will be if I can be as well...&#034 I replied, my heart pounding in my throat. It didn't take her long to decide. I watched her cross her arms to take her sweater off. Then she reached behind her back, unclasped her bra, took it off with a feigned coy smile, dropped it and started to unzip her jeans. &#034I'm human too, Paul...&#034 she beckoned me with a seductive smile. &#034I don't want to miss anything of you, sexy Aidna.&#034 &#034You won't,&#034 she said decidely. &#034I'll wait with the stump part until I can see your cock.&#034 I couldn't believe my ears. Did she really say that? She sure looked like having said it, though, observing me, her stump on the barstool seat seducing me and her arms making no attempt to hide a truly sexy pair of breasts, smaller sized, perfectly shaped and with perky nipples. &#034That leaves me no choice then,&#034 I replied. &#034No, it doesn't,&#034 she said, sticking out the tip of her tongue. I unbuttoned my shirt, took it off, kicked off my shoes and socks and then looked at her while proceeding with my jeans. I watched her watch me without a trace of shyness, unbuttoned, unzipped and started pulling. &#034It was the tight fit, surely,&#034 ...
    she remarked, lifting an eyebrow as she watched my jeans go down together with my briefs. I had once before done a photo shoot being naked myself, a couple of years ago with my then-girlfriend. If this one was going to end the same way, I was about to have the experience of my life. So, it was in a trance that I stepped out of my jeans and then stood straight, a trance of eager willingness without a trace of doubt. I felt my cock responding instantly to Aidna taking off hers. She went slow, seductive and with alluring confidence. And just like I had done, her string came down with her pants in one single pull. She wasn't dying her hair, definitely not. What I saw appear with her string sliding down was the same pitch-black, trimmed short but not hiding she had a lush amount of it. &#034I don't shave,&#034 she stated assertively. &#034I'm a woman, not some teen girl, so I want my cunny to look like a woman's.&#034 &#034Oh, I'm with you, Aidna,&#034 I replied instantly. &#034That sounded like you really meant it,&#034 she chuckled, apparently noticing my reply wasn't adulation. And she was right, again. Her standing next to the barstool with her pants halfway down was quite a provocative pose. Yet, she did seem to enjoy it. Her expressions showed no signs of discomfort, not even when I approached and took a few close-ups, of her string down just far enough to reveal her cunny and of her jeans just not down far enough to fully reveal her stump. It was deliberate, I was certain. ...
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