1. Coquilles à la me


    Date: 10/5/2015, Categories: Fetish, Masturbation, Voyeur, Author: SingularityNL, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    Continuation of &#034Espresso for two&#034:http://xhamster.com/user/SingularityNL/posts/457430.html *** &#034Good evening, mister nice dev,&#034 Aidna smiled. &#034Miss gorgeous amputee,&#034 I smiled back. &#034Welcome, and do come in.&#034 I let her go first and watched her graceful one-legged steps. She was wearing a black stretch-legging, tailor-made to seamlessly fit around her sexy stump as usual. And while I enjoyed her no doubt thought-out choice of dress, I was also smiling from the way we'd welcomed each other. It had become a naughty little tradition to do it this way, one we both found fun. Yet, it also symbolised quite a bit. Much to my excitement, our turbulent kick-off had generated a follow-up. And while that was not a relationship in classical terms, I was more than happy with how we'd decided to keep seeing each other. Aidna had her research project and thesis to finish, which meant being very busy as well as pretty stressed. There was an assignment for a PhD-project at stake for her that she was very eager to bring in, which understandably meant no time for relational committments, not for the time being at least. Furthermore there was our age difference: Aidna was 23 and I was 37, not an unbridgeable gap but a considerable one nonetheless. Continuing to see me as a friend was quite okay with her though, as it was for me since her view on being just friends turned out to be thrillingly broad. We were well matched, spiritedly so, always had good fun, shared ...
    quite a few interests and she appreciated my being a pretty good cook by coming over for dinner very regularly. Often it was just for dinner, coffee, catching up and a thanks and see you soon. But whenever time allowed, she loved staying all night, and she most loved discussing with me, argueing with passion and also letting that passion channel into the sexual, quite easily so too, at least when the mood was there. Aidna was mercurial, and she was in every respect. Any spirited discussion could lead to sex, as any spirited sex could suddenly turn to discussion. Ending up in bed was no guarantee for having sex, and having had it wasn't a guarantee she'd stay the night. And there was a flip side to this as well: a short visit for only dinner was no guarantee for nót having it either. Aidna was pure sex when she felt like it and impossible to persuade when she didn't. Everything she said and did, mirrored who she was as a person, which was as much an exciting and very genuine experience as it was tough to handle for a man often not finding it easy to keep track of her effortlessly changing moods. Yet the easily most thriling and satisfying part of this was her drinking in my erotic fascination. Whenever in my company and whatever her mood, she literally paraded her missing leg and merrily enjoyed my responses. Convinced of the sincerity of my special attraction, she played the one-legged girl for me, willingly and with unabashed pleasure. It made my enjoyment an exciting mix of ...
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