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There we were all alone. I had no idea about the whereabouts of my friend’s or mine. All I knew was two naked humans standing there: me and my MAN. Both of them looking at each other very, very hungrily. One was the best version of the perfect woman, nature could offer: good height, beautiful forget about having one. Then there was the best version of the perfect man nature could offer: muscular, perfectly smooth skin and colour (black and shining), the hottest figure a woman could ever dream for her man to have. There’re not even a bird nearby the bush and for large area nearby; forget about humans. The stage was set for something spectacular, unheard and unforeseen.
What I was supposed to do at that moment? For all my beauty, I know I don’t have a brain! I asked him if that was the place where we’re supposed to have that separate ‘photo session’, as if I didn’t know anything by then. He didn’t say anything and just stared coldly into my eyes for few minutes. After that, he held both my hands, pulled me towards himself. He put my hands around his waist and moved even closer to me. Now the tip of his manhood, which was rock solid by now, was brushing against my thighs. I controlled my moan with much difficulty. He held my face around my jaw line, brought his mouth close to my ear and whispered that: it’s going to be a sex session.
Before I could Bahçeşehir travesti react, he crouched a bit, put his hands around my thighs and lifted me in the air like a trophy he had just won. It made me bend towards him with my hands on his shoulders for support; while his face was right in my racks as if he was motor-boating my melons.
We’re still very silent as he was taking me somewhere. It was like the calmness before the perfect storm. I was imagining what devastation this monstrous man could make to me. I was palpitating like anything as you know I had never had sex before. At most I had a little bit of foreplay and casual cuddling and all. Nobody, not even my hubby had ever managed to get me in a situation like this. Nor I was this adventurous ever. I was overjoyed even before the act itself. Or rather the wait for the action was getting me really agonised. It was that momentous occasion that I had talked about earlier. I was imagining how it would pan out and what I was actually going to be put into.
All this while, his face was still firmly in my racks. Sometimes, he was trying to see the path ahead; but quite remarkably, it’s actually me who was not letting go his head and holding it tightly between my boobs as if they needed his head for support. So rather than him motor-boating me, it was myself getting Bahçeşehir travestiileri motor-boated quite stubbornly actually and then acting hapless as well.
Quickly, I realised that he had been carrying me to somewhere. Just as I gathered my thoughts to utter something, he put me down below a big tree. The place was cool, calm and comfortable. There’s no one around but the place was very open. I said to him that I don’t mind being in the sun and sweating but that the location should be remote as black as they could ever get. Now I began to lap up his balls with great care. It’s pungent smell and nauseating taste was piercing straight in my heart. I somehow found it divine.
I also started scraping his balls with my teeth and as a result, flakes of dirt, dried cum, dried sweat, dried skin scales started to fall off from the surface of his balls. I would take up all those in my mouth, take some of his fresh sweat from elsewhere, mix it well in my mouth and then gulp it down. He’s ecstatic to see all this because I might have been the first person to do something like this to him. With his reaction, I became even bolder and got up a bit.
Now I used my hands as well to rub his balls and collect the flakes as there’s a lot of it. I would use one hand to rub his balls and another to support his testes from travesti Bahçeşehir below rather he stopped because he’s on the verge of cumming, though his penis was still inside my mouth. He looked at me as if to ask where he should release his cum. He read from my eyes that I wanted it to be delivered in my mouth.
So the pause was very brief. He again started stroking his penis into my mouth and with each stroke his tool rammed with my uvula. There’s no drop in intensity from my side either with complete disdain for my condition. I had no mercy for myself. His force was increasing exponentially with him getting close to cumming. Finally he started releasing his cum inside my mouth but there’s no stopping it. Neither was any stopping from me. So I was frequently gasping and coughing now with some of his fresh cum coming out of nose. It made me even more aroused. I was in no mood to stop but I didn’t want to let those cum go waste.
So I didn’t back out but sometimes I would go slowly just to collect those cum in my hand and put it in my mouth again. Finally he stopped. Maybe he’s satisfied with my warm-up for the bigger actions. There’s a thick string of cum that’s hanging from the tip of his penis. That’s my first target. I slurped it up very loudly and sensuously into my mouth. Then I collected all the material from the mess that my face was and slowly gulped it down. With great care & efficiency, I cleaned up the whole mess on his tool and my face. I was feeling very satisfied with myself. I just didn’t want to leave his tool. So I just snuggled my face on his genitals and was resting like that with his legs spread out.
To be contd…