A tender conversation
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We sit naked somewhere
outside on two tree trunks on our clothes and look into each other’s eyes. We
only observe each other’s face, mouth, lips, every motion and feature.
My right leg is between
your legs and your right leg is between mine. Our knees are only a hand
length from each other’s genitals.
I touch your knee and you
touch mine.
Slowly we go up and down on
the inner side of the thigh of the other while we look into each other’s
eyes.
Simultaneously we go
closer to the genital of the other while we constantly look into each other’s
eyes.
A small touch with our
fingertips on the genital of the other while we don’t quit our eyes. Only our
tongues go slightly over our own lips.
The back of my hand
touches the lips of your pussy and you take my dick softly in your hand while
our eyelids go a bit faster up and down, but we still look into each other’s
eyes.
Your pussy slowly gets
hot and wet, my dick half erects. Our mouths open wide.
My thumb parts your pussy
lips and your hand moves the skin of my dick. Our heads move a bit forward
and backwards.
My thumb half enters your
wet pussy; you move the skin of my dick so my glans penis shows up. Our eyes
still watch each other but our views a more and more blurred.
My thumb goes in and out
your pussy wilder and wilder, your hand moves forward and backward on my dick
faster and faster. Only our eyes talk.
Your pussy presses my thumb;
my dick is very hard in your hand. Now we only try look into each other’s
eyes but more and more often our eyelids fall down and we only feel each
other’s breath coming out of our mouths.
Then our heads sink
forward, with your left hand you stop my right hand, while your right hand
gets wet with cum.
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rose, timidity and guitar / part 1 ------------------------------ rose, timidity and guitar Once upon a time, there was a guitar player. He played so wonderfully that the plants and the animals around him began to smile, when he played happy music and to cry when he played melancholic music. There was also a rich girl for whom he played but she didn't like him because he was poor. Every evening, he played under her balcony but she never replied to his music. In the street, a bit further down, another girl lived in a poor house. This girl was very shy, but she adored the music of the poor musician. When he played for the rich girl, the poor girl always sat at her window and listened. But when he had finished his concert for the rich girl and went home, the poor girl always disappeared from her window, so that the guitar player never knew that she loved his music. Then, one day, it was announced in town that the rich girl wou...
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