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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
and the smooth skin was hot and soft on both sides of my cheeks. She took up the rolling motion with her hips; again her pussy was slick and tight on my cock. So I leaned over and took her right nipple in my mouth. It was hard and with a flick of my tongue, pulsed a little. I couldn’t keep control of her breast as My Girl let out a gasp, and told me to carry on. She started to buck back and forth more frantically as whimpers and groans escaped her. Changing from breast to breast, I tried to catch them as they passed my eyes and battered into my cheeks. I wanted to cum but I couldn’t, everything in my body and hers said we should cum together, the hairs on My Girl’s arms stood on end, and with a stifled cry her pussy started to convulse and squeeze on my cock. Sweat mingled amongst us on and trickled onto the bed. ‘Oh my god,’ she said, and slowed down. She sat up a bit, let go of my hands, took my face with her now free hands, and looked me in the eye once more. Her hips still moved, but with less intensity and meaning as before. She held that gaze, grinned a cheeky grin then said, ‘Have you got fifty more Euros. I think we’re gonna need a bit more time.’ We swapped money, it was fair trade. Then she got on the phone again. I was half lying, half sitting on the bed and My Girl says, ‘Well I wasn’t expecting this but let’s keep going. I’m gonna need a second though so what I want you to do; and now hey, I’m trusting you, no touching my pussy ok?’ ‘Okay.’ Nodding, hardly able ...