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I penetrated Eva. The feeling was soft, a little slippery and warm. Somehow everything went like in slow motion, I seemed to be able to feel every millimetre that my cock slid deeper into Eva and I enjoyed it. I enjoyed the millimetres I covered and the millimetres I still had in front of me. Eva closed her eyes, turned her head and took a deep breath. Her chest rose and the inhalation seemed to go on.

When I noticed that I had arrived, that my cock was completely inside Eva, which it was stuck in the very back of her … cunt, Eva chest sank again and a “Ouuuuuhhhhhh” escaped her lips. She turned her head to me, opened her eyes briefly, reached for the back of my head and pressed my lips against hers. We kissed, smooched, and our dance began. “And I want you by my side. Come on my dear we leave tonight Oh tonight All… we… are…… and all we are ”sang out the loudspeakers as I began to lift my hips, first slightly, then more and more violently and then lowering them again.

Pulling my cock out of Eva’s sex and then pushing it back into her immediately and felt how Eva pushed her pelvis under me slightly towards it or pushed it a little deeper into the mattress. I felt that both of her hands on my ass kept pressing me down firmly into her when I was deep inside Eva to let go again when I began to slide out again.

I went very slowly and watched Eva moan. And I went very slowly because my cannon was there and threatened to go off at any moment. The cock was cocked so often today that it could happen at any moment. I watched Eva moan. How she kept rolling her head from one side to the other, pressing it into the pillow. Her face. Somehow distorted with pain, but then because of a nice ‘pain’.

Whenever I stopped briefly, or had to support myself again, she looked at me briefly with her large demanding, begging eyes until I penetrated her body again. She impaled my cock … fucked her cunt. She spread her legs wide. On and on, the bed was just enough for her to put her legs on it and I had the feeling that the further she spread her thighs, the deeper I could get into her.

I felt like the couple in the movie. A couple that it was just enjoying themselves to fuck each other. I propped myself up on my arms again and looked at Eva, whose face looked as if she was floating between me and the bed. Then I looked down, over her sexy, nipples stiffly erect tits over to the navel. I recognized small beads of sweat all over her body. Then I looked further down and watched.

I watched and saw myself penetrate Eva again and again. And Eva, how I kept penetrating her. I saw the shiny lubricating film that covered my stand and, like my glans, covered with our juice, sometimes with a small drop on the lower edge of the glans or on the tip of my tail, slowly and now purposefully looked for the entrance to Eva’s cave and found it when I briefly slipped completely out of Eva. Her little triangular fur down there was well creamed with our juice just above Eva’s labia.

It shone between the dark hair and there, too, droplets stretched from hair to hair to hair. When I penetrated Eva, her … Full article

When I asked Eva about it, she just said, I shouldn’t pretend, I could do that here. “I’m not looking away from you boy. You don’t look any different than the other men I have already seen ”. But … I looked different … at least for the moment. At the moment, my 19cm stand, which was rock hard, sticking up straight forward, would have made it very clear to her how my hormone balance reacted to the games and her body.

I grabbed the swimming trunks and the towel and moved between two larger bushes. I quickly took off my T-shirt, shoes and socks too, but the trousers were a piece of work. Bending over, sitting, lying down and on all fours, and above all, pulling like an idiot, it took me five to six minutes to get rid of my pants. When I stood on one leg and pulled the waistband at the bottom of one leg, I heard Eva shout “I can see your bubble butt, Jens!”

Startled, I jumped up, turned away, then looked back with my head behind the bush and just stuck my tongue out. There it was again, Eva’s laugh. Standing in front of the grill, she bent her body a little bit, holding a hand half over her mouth and with all that you could admire her horny female figure through the wet swimsuit. I then had my pants down. After drying myself off, I was faced with the next problem, or much more, the next problem.

“Jens, what have you been doing for so long that food is ready soon. “. With these words she disappeared briefly into the house. What do I do when she sees it, and in the very wide, baggy shorts she will see it, then … then … then I had the idea. I quickly slipped into my pants, tied my waistband, ran over to the chair, sat down and clamped my splendid slat under my crossed legs. It was quite tense at the base of my tail, but the problem was now well concealed.

Eva came back with a tray, put a bowl with a pasta salad on the table, a stick of white bread, various grill sauces, plates and cutlery and two bottles of chilled alcopops. Mine had a lime flavor. She probably noticed that I like lime best. We enjoyed the food, the meat was really tasty and the pickled vegetables also tasted delicious, although almost all the paprika pieces were a bit burnt. The pasta salad tasted amazing because it had been brewing for two days.

There was nothing left. We sat full in our chairs, enjoyed our drinks and smoked … well, my last cigarette. Together. Eva’s cigarettes were all and I, well, not that someone thinks I might be somehow forgetful. I had bought everything I wanted to bring with me, but somehow I must have forgotten the cigarettes. When passing the cigarette, Eva kept leaning towards me and I towards her. Every now and then I could take a look into the neckline of the slowly drying swimsuit and saw that the swimsuit had pulled a bit into Eva’s pussy crevice in her crotch and thus exposed a little more hair on the side.

The black fur down there was quite extensive, but apparently well trimmed. Professionally, I assessed the length of the hair, significantly less than a cm and the shape, clearly triangular, but apparently nicely straight and horizontally trimmed at the top and tried to imagine the gap that opened up below. Between my legs there was … Full article

Individual elements shown braided, a lot of black in various shades of gray, but sometimes also purple elements and … golden stripes. Especially the parts that represent the braided elements looked just great. The whole thing went really well with the swimsuit in terms of color and it went really well with Eva’s hot ass. Eva’s figure was the classic female figure you know from textbooks … narrow waist, wide hips. Not fat, but, what is it always called, willing to give birth.

My pants became tight again and when Eva turned around I quickly bent my right leg and put it on the seat of my chair so that Eva couldn’t see that I had got a lump down there. She took her beer, I grabbed mine. “So, first of all, ‘tightness’!” She said and clinked glasses with me. I replied. We both took a big swig. The beer tasted wonderful, dry and cool, refreshing and I watched Eva afterwards as she first sat down on the couch and then turned to the side and made herself comfortable.

She also bent her leg to the right, which made sure that the beach towel was pulled up and reveals her crotch. A hair or two in this area to the left and right of the swimsuit told me that Eva should maybe pick up the razor again. From these thoughts and from the thought that the pants were still tight, maybe even a little more, I was torn out when Eva suddenly burped violently.

She looked at me, pinched her lips briefly and almost at the same time we both had to laugh. I wished, well, not necessarily to have a mother like that, I rather wished that I could live with a family that is like Eva and Fenna than my parents. They were more of the type, we go to the basement to laugh. Actually it wasn’t a real family because Fenna’s father moved back to Rotterdam after the divorce, but maybe that was exactly what made life here different, that this was the realm of two women and the clocks tick differently.

Completely different. “So the party” began Eva. “I’ve seen it. So now I’ve seen it. “I replied. I explained my mistake to Eva and she had to laugh again. This time while swallowing, she was soaked in with beer afterwards and we both had to laugh again. The swimsuit, however, revealed its little secret. Where it got wet, it became much darker and, above all, semi-transparent. There were a few bigger splashes over her stomach and the swimsuit seemed to be stuck to Eva there.

Eva’s left chest was hit hard. The fabric stuck to her and the nipple was clearly visible. Probably because of the cold of the beer, the nipple got bigger again bit by bit. While my eyes were still roaming over her damp spots, Eva said, “If you’re already there, we’ll have a little party just for the two of us. “. The rum and whiskey would last until next Saturday, she said, “But you can throw the meat away if you don’t grill it today.

Fire up the grill, I’ve got something in the fridge for me and a little salad for both of us. “. She got up and went back inside. I looked after her and saw her bottom, which was wiggling back and forth nicely with every step that Eva took. Must be the family, I thought to myself, looked down and looked at my bulge in the tight pants and then thought, and my reaction … Full article

My third story … Fictional plot. I experienced the storyline for a little while, so the intro. Otherwise, painted with imagination and things that I have experienced. I wish it had happened that way back then (… I would have come that way back then;) Because I was asked about it. I think a history is just part of it, even if it is a little longer. Who doesn’t like it. Just scroll down until the part comes up that is interesting for him: Some feedback would be nice as always (like / dislike / comments) and what would really interest me, does a woman read here? So at least one or the other or get a woman one or the other the story possibly

Thumbs up or down? So far I’ve only had feedback from men “All … we …. are… and all we are! ”Shit, I thought to myself. Shit, shit, shit! I was pretty damn late. First overslept because the day before drank and smoked too much and too long. Then I urgently had to have something to drink and get the grilled meat for myself, so I missed the stupid bus. Next bus, in a traffic jam because idiot thinks in front of us, red lights apply to everyone, just not him.

Cell phone battery, empty, because you forgot to connect the charger at night when you were drunk. The journey took 2 hours with a change anyway. Then all of that. Almost two hours over time. Now I only had the road up the hill in front of me! Then I’m finally here. Fenna will be pissed off because I was the only one who dared to use the gas grill there. And if she’s pissed off, then she’s pissed off.

What she didn’t like were empty promises. I said that she could rely on me. I was right to think so with today. The last time was just a friendly kiss, but I was the first of us guys that Fenna kissed at all and I was sure that if I help her throw the party, it would be a little more. Fenna was just awesome. I got them on your 18th

Birthday, met at her party. Back then, my buddy Marvin said, “You absolutely have to come along. The woman is so cool! ”And he was right. I knew quite a few girls who weren’t exactly prudish, but Fenna was different. Completely different. What I used to know were girls who always looked fake, or menaces and wallflowers. Girls who only wanted one thing in terms of clothes, make-up and their engraver, with which they adorned themselves, better, better, coal.

The better make-up, the wider neckline, the shorter skirt, the friend with the biggest cock, or at least the thickest car, and so on. It was just different with Fenna. She didn’t need that. Whatever she was wearing, she always looked great, always sexy! Hardly, often no makeup at all. And if she liked someone, it didn’t matter what they owned or didn’t have. Everything was so natural with her, she was just like that, and that’s what made her so desirable to all of types.

Meanwhile, I also say that her style was simply based on her Dutch roots. They are just more relaxed about a lot of things. She had parents who raised her in a much more relaxed manner because that was how they were themselves. Even if they were divorced by now. Shit! How many times had I said shit now? Now there was one more thing. 50 … Full article