That was this summer. I had very long relationship and last year i got ridden of it. So I sex occasionally wit various girls till then. One night this September I was very very tired of everything. Job went finally better and some private investing also, but I had being working for 14 hours a day at time. It was About 1 am in the morning and was just went of from long shower and about to lay down on my bad.The voice from the other side of cell phone was very pleasant, some kind of baby talking voice. Voice said" Annnn' what what do want from me now?...LOL.. i said "who is this?&... Continue»
The daughter of my tobacconist two blocks down inspired this story. Nikita works in his shop twice a week. I only bother to buy my ware, when she´s there.
A tall slender blonde. Nice horse face herself. She loves horses. She even owns one. I jokingly told her once - or even twice - I would come and visit her one day outside town on a free Sunday, when she rides him in her little meadow.
Although I´d prefer to watch her ride on a hot Summer night with no-one there. No need of a saddle or any clothes. She should just hup up and ride him, hold her horse by his manes and embrace his long neck.
After a few rounds she got hot and wet enough. So I jump up behind her. Bend her forward and enter her. She keeps balance by grabbing the horse tighter. As she´s my only grip. With all my 11 fingers I hold her, rock her while the horse walks his rounds in the meadow.
After a few rounds I´m in the mood for faster rounds of rock. So, I whisper lovely looking Nikita, her pale skin shiny with sweat in the moon light, in her ear: "Please dear, can you get your horse into the second gear?"
After a few rounds she´d come twice from the horseback rubbing her clit, while I slid up and down slit. We were both panting. Only the horse not - yet. In her other ear I moaned with a suddenly much lower voice: "Please dear, the third gear! I want to come as well."
After a few rounds that third gear did it. I shot loads like a horse.
After a few rounds at foot-pace again, I sighed at the back of her neck: "Wouldn´t it be true, if our daughter would be tall and blonde like you?"