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The girl in the window, a tale of an Amsterdam night
Date: 10/12/2014, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: twistedtraveltales, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories
an inch or two. I could feel how hot she was on the inside; much warmer than the air around me. The air around me now felt cold enough to make the goose bumps stand up on my arms. The hairs stood out like static electricity. ‘Wait,’ she said, ‘don’t get too excited on me now. This is my game.’ Then she started swishing her hips in wide circles, keeping the end of my knob just inside her in a practiced motion. I had a hand on each of My Girl’s thighs and looked from each of those to the wondrous vision in front of me of her fuckin’ amazing pussy. And my cock mostly outside of her, starting to grease up as her heat began to pour down. Then I absorbed the whole sight of her; of the smooth curve of her sun-tanned skin. Up to her hands, which were now holding her breasts and guiding themselves over her nipples. She kept her rotating going as I tore my gaze away from that living pornographic sight, up passed the angularness of her jaw. Up to her deep brown eyes, hidden behind stark, black lashes. Then; she slid all the way down. I was nearly done right there and then. In a normal situation any man would have been finished and quite happy to do so, but I had a bit of k running around in my system, had had a few beers and was on Viagra. So to both mine and especially her surprise I didn’t cum. In fact I smiled a cheeky, ‘Ah ha!’ tricked you, smile. She came down towards me, our faces barely apart, and began to ride up and down as those sweet firm breasts of hers brushed against me, ...