There did not seem to care about what I wanted and probably thinking cold as I would have done just that in those moments I could not think. I was completely disconnected from everything and would let me spoil his touch. He was playing with my clit and my cause spasms. He liked to torment me so I wanted orgasm. When I felt the heat on my skin language, I shuddered. I do not kill myself after oral sex and there are few men who challenged me so orgasms. He knew very well what, where and how to touch me. I could not believe how good it is! I felt that he had done countless times and nothing more. I was licking, sucking my clit and fingers and move them inside me, making me crazy jam pleasure, to move, to want more, lit, heartily, more intense. I was screaming as the mouth of a snake when she brought the heights of pleasure those lips omniscient. I pulled over me to feel his lips and suck her tongue. I liked and wanted it desperately.
We turned to get over it and I could not get enough of his mouth
. I rubbed his body hot and we fervently intertwined languages. I began to play with his sex and he let me gently and slowly, only to feel his head. I struggled myself, I struggled and him, but I liked enormously
. I unstick his lips to continue to make the same moves as slow as we feel better, more complete.
We resisted very much, we cut out lips and I gave him sliding on the road to the end. I moved slowly, my eyes inseparable from it. "You're a bitch. That you are now. You're my bitch, "he said looking at me. The way they looked at me, excite me more, made me move faster, more intense, savage. His hands were sure to 
fondle my breasts. We were whispered vulgar words we intensify our senses and we suffer pleasure.
Flowing in torrents over it, when I felt an orgasm. Howl of pleasure and I moved quickly, make him feel better and more intense and I stormed lips. I loved the contact with his mouth prudent.
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