A Heavenly Ride
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I woke up, flustered and wet again. ‘Oh!! Did I just have a wet dream again? I need to stop reading these erotic stories at night. Although this last one was amazing.’ As I let my brain slip into those words and my hand finding the right spot down under, my memory was serving me well by providing the images from the story last night. I could Imagine that ripped sweaty body of his, making his way towards me and… Then my mom knocked on the door.Frustrated, yet happy I forced myself into the shower. The images weren’t leaving my head. This was the first time one story had so much impact on me. There was something about the way it was written, the words were like a music you can’t get out of your head.Getting ready was a task as my fingers always found a way between my legs. Either istanbul travesti my hormones were kicking in or it was time I got something hard and erect. Things became a little more exciting when I saw my favorite toy under my clothes. My brain quickly saw the watch and gave me a go ahead.My reddish pink toy was about six inches, which was more than enough for the moment. As I was already wet, it didn’t take much time to penetrate inside. Today was going to be fast and rough. Thrusting in and out with my toy, I went. Gasping for breath, I didn’t wanna slow down. And in a matter of time, I came, shaking my entire body.My brain wanted to stop but my hand was in its own world, I pushed it further in. I had reached new heights of satisfaction and pain. I touched my G-spot. travesti istanbul And then I came like the lighting comes in the thunder. This was all I needed to feel content and ecstatic.Rushing out of my house with my sandwich in my hand, I was sated. This lasted just a few minutes until I saw the rush at the metro station. This was the worst part of the day to fight to get on the train. It felt as if I was going for my battle.As my mood got used the stink and the chaos, I saw him. ‘I am still having images from the story,’ I said to myself. And then I saw him again. ‘But wait, I can’t imagine twice.’ And then, again and again, I felt my brain was playing tricks on me. The crowd was making it very difficult to see. I had to be sure. Controlling my urges and craziness, istanbul travestileri I waited to get a better look.As the compartment cleared up, I breathed a sigh of relief. But I couldn’t see him, my brain was playing tricks on me. And then I saw him clearly, and I was clearly in awe. He saw me ogling over him and he smiled and looked away. ‘Oh yes!!’ He looked like the image I had since morning. Yes, he wasn’t half naked and wasn’t tanned but was a good version of my imagination.His body was in good shape, not as tall as my picture. His eyes were sensuously intoxicating. How would it feel to kiss those lips and look into those eyes and let go? I wanted him there and then, it would be just steamy and hot. ‘Lady, wake up,’ my brain said, ‘he knows you are staring again. Shut up, brain. Stop fidgeting. Shit! He knows I was staring. What-what-what!!! Do I do?’And he just smiled. ‘Crap, holy mother of God, what if he says something, wait how do I look? Is my ass too big in these pants? Is my lipstick matching?’
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