My husband my clitoris and I...
My husband my clitoris and I...
This question caught me by surprise, despite all the vain attempts of seduction on his part to bring me into this new world of liberal sex I always answered in a very objective and clear way, stating that when there was an opportunity he would not make me grimace and without a shadow of a doubt I could carry forward such an intention, but with the proviso that there would be no constraints or pressures...Without fear. I do not know what went through my head at that moment, I answered yes...And there we were. We paid the ticket and entered the projection room. A smell of urine and heat was what we immediately felt. Almost to the scarcities we tried to locate ourselves in the environment. Trembling in the face of the veiled and exciting situation, who could not demonstrate my anxiety, I always relied on this new cinema, believing that I could carry forward such an intention, but with the proviso that there would be no constraints or pressures...Without fear. I do not know what went through my head at that moment, I answered yes...And there we were. We paid the ticket and entered the projection room. A smell of urine and heat was what we immediately felt. Almost to the scarcities we sought to locate ourselves in the environment.
I was surprised at the monument that was next to me. Then I was more excited, I whispered in my husband's ear: Well! Look at the big stick! He replied: Really? Did you like it? Then serve yourself! I jumped nervously to the side of the man and not knowing where I acquired courage I held tightly and with desire that huge stick that almost did not fit in my hand and began to masturbate it. It did not take long and a jet of hot sperm gushed out, licking my hand...It was something new, exciting, different and tasty...Nothing charged me, nothing said, everything charged me He told me with his look of approval and affection my husband, my man, my man that his benevolence and complicity was there to show me a new discovery and pleasure...
By this time my clitoris was almost all coming out of my panties, I asked the stranger to run his fingers through my insides, to take me to the stars...To my surprise I heard from the stranger: What a prick!This is a miniature pike, ma'am! Let me suck...Let me suck, please!Please!With a look of approval, my husband gave the OK.At that moment I realized how Woman's respect, the consideration she had for me, was as if she were saying: Go on, daughter, enjoy your pleasure!
Opening my feathers I pulled the man's head into the middle of them, I let things happen...I can say that I had never been sucked in such intensity and pleasure...The bastard's tongue ran through my bowels with an intimacy of which my vagina was long known...There were multiple sensations of pleasure, pain, joy and desire I want more, I did not restrain myself and I enjoyed...I enjoyed...And I enjoyed...And I wet myself...I was excited. What a pleasure!It may seem impossible, but believe that this was true esoteric and strange pleasure answer.But something happened.When I recovered I noticed the group of men who were around me, I did not define the amount, but they were more than ten for sure...I was horrified, with fear of a possible rupture or generalized attitudes...I was still in my bowels with an intimacy of whom my vagina was long known...There were multiple sensations of pleasure, pain, joy and desire I want more, I did not restrain myself and I enjoyed...I enjoyed...I enjoyed...And I enjoyed...And I got wet myself...I was excited...I got excited...I got excited...I got excited...What a pleasure. What a pleasure!
Yes! Come on! Slow and steady, I said!
And one after the other, they put their tongue, fingers, lips sucked me and I joked, some enjoyed seeing others sucking me, there was no sense of time on my part, my social status, my husband, what I was doing, where I was doing, none of this passed through my critical and inquisitive sense, I stood like a female seeking pleasure, aiming to enjoy the pleasure that my large clitoris (the size of my middle finger) sought and that's it...I had no idea how many times I had enjoyed, I was already on the verge of the stripes of madness and inconsequence, when I passed I felt uncomfortable one more time...I don't want to. Once again to my surprise there was a general understanding, and everyone closed me up...Linda people...Linda!
Busted, sucked, tired, dazed, crazy, but satisfied. Enjoying and still enjoying, I sought to return to reality. My panties? It became a trophy, it simply disappeared in the crowd...My husband? Where? By my side he was, smiling and happy with life, calming me he stated that at no time did he leave my side, that he had also enjoyed countless times with the sweet deafening silence of my pleasure...
What about my clitoris? If it was ever big... I think it must have doubled in size and volume from the amount of tongues, fingers, sucking and caressing it received...
I want you to know that from this responsible and eccentric adventure, we've decided to move on to new discoveries that currently involve clitoral enhancement, sexual fantasies in public places, women with abnormal clitoris and everything that treats the clitoris as the eighth wonder of the world...
We are, or rather, I am open to new friendships, acquaintances and discoveries, because a clitoris as big as mine deserves all the pleasure and affection in the world.
This question caught me by surprise, despite all the vain attempts of seduction on his part to bring me into this new world of liberal sex I always answered in a very objective and clear way, stating that when there was an opportunity he would not make me grimace and without a shadow of a doubt I could carry forward such an intention, but with the proviso that there would be no constraints or pressures...Without fear. I do not know what went through my head at that moment, I answered yes...And there we were. We paid the ticket and entered the projection room. A smell of urine and heat was what we immediately felt. Almost to the scarcities we tried to locate ourselves in the environment. Trembling in the face of the veiled and exciting situation, who could not demonstrate my anxiety, I always relied on this new cinema, believing that I could carry forward such an intention, but with the proviso that there would be no constraints or pressures...Without fear. I do not know what went through my head at that moment, I answered yes...And there we were. We paid the ticket and entered the projection room. A smell of urine and heat was what we immediately felt. Almost to the scarcities we sought to locate ourselves in the environment.
I was surprised at the monument that was next to me. Then I was more excited, I whispered in my husband's ear: Well! Look at the big stick! He replied: Really? Did you like it? Then serve yourself! I jumped nervously to the side of the man and not knowing where I acquired courage I held tightly and with desire that huge stick that almost did not fit in my hand and began to masturbate it. It did not take long and a jet of hot sperm gushed out, licking my hand...It was something new, exciting, different and tasty...Nothing charged me, nothing said, everything charged me He told me with his look of approval and affection my husband, my man, my man that his benevolence and complicity was there to show me a new discovery and pleasure...
By this time my clitoris was almost all coming out of my panties, I asked the stranger to run his fingers through my insides, to take me to the stars...To my surprise I heard from the stranger: What a prick!This is a miniature pike, ma'am! Let me suck...Let me suck, please!Please!With a look of approval, my husband gave the OK.At that moment I realized how Woman's respect, the consideration she had for me, was as if she were saying: Go on, daughter, enjoy your pleasure!
Opening my feathers I pulled the man's head into the middle of them, I let things happen...I can say that I had never been sucked in such intensity and pleasure...The bastard's tongue ran through my bowels with an intimacy of which my vagina was long known...There were multiple sensations of pleasure, pain, joy and desire I want more, I did not restrain myself and I enjoyed...I enjoyed...And I enjoyed...And I wet myself...I was excited. What a pleasure!It may seem impossible, but believe that this was true esoteric and strange pleasure answer.But something happened.When I recovered I noticed the group of men who were around me, I did not define the amount, but they were more than ten for sure...I was horrified, with fear of a possible rupture or generalized attitudes...I was still in my bowels with an intimacy of whom my vagina was long known...There were multiple sensations of pleasure, pain, joy and desire I want more, I did not restrain myself and I enjoyed...I enjoyed...I enjoyed...And I enjoyed...And I got wet myself...I was excited...I got excited...I got excited...I got excited...What a pleasure. What a pleasure!
Yes! Come on! Slow and steady, I said!
And one after the other, they put their tongue, fingers, lips sucked me and I joked, some enjoyed seeing others sucking me, there was no sense of time on my part, my social status, my husband, what I was doing, where I was doing, none of this passed through my critical and inquisitive sense, I stood like a female seeking pleasure, aiming to enjoy the pleasure that my large clitoris (the size of my middle finger) sought and that's it...I had no idea how many times I had enjoyed, I was already on the verge of the stripes of madness and inconsequence, when I passed I felt uncomfortable one more time...I don't want to. Once again to my surprise there was a general understanding, and everyone closed me up...Linda people...Linda!
Busted, sucked, tired, dazed, crazy, but satisfied. Enjoying and still enjoying, I sought to return to reality. My panties? It became a trophy, it simply disappeared in the crowd...My husband? Where? By my side he was, smiling and happy with life, calming me he stated that at no time did he leave my side, that he had also enjoyed countless times with the sweet deafening silence of my pleasure...
What about my clitoris? If it was ever big... I think it must have doubled in size and volume from the amount of tongues, fingers, sucking and caressing it received...
I want you to know that from this responsible and eccentric adventure, we've decided to move on to new discoveries that currently involve clitoral enhancement, sexual fantasies in public places, women with abnormal clitoris and everything that treats the clitoris as the eighth wonder of the world...
We are, or rather, I am open to new friendships, acquaintances and discoveries, because a clitoris as big as mine deserves all the pleasure and affection in the world.
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