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Angie arising

Angie arising

I woke up and recognized that I must have had a rather wet dream. My clit stood like a boner and the ass was lying on a juicy part of my nightdress. Yesterday wasn‘t as profitable as the days of the last weeks, and the rests of the fucking juice which used to run out of my sphincter overnights usually didn‘t find their way out.
I decided to ease myself, because with this urging desire in my tummy I couldn‘t enjoy my breakfast. It was Saturday, and so my b*****r once again visited his f****y. Get up, Angie, go to the guestroom and greet him as he earns it.
One month ago his girlfriend Chrissie left him goodbye, and so a small mountain lifted over the blanket. I wanted to make him feel as comfortably as possible, applied my head carefully beneath the blanket and looked for the in the meantime rather fat bad guy to get my b*****r rid of his horny curvation. Cautiously I lifted the waistband of his trousers, took care of suspicious sounds of arising and made Peter beef up his boner in the direction of my oral cunt while he was sl**ping. During his dream some desire droplets had already made their way through and had left some mucus tracks in the pyjama pants. Because it wasn‘t so long that he got in this pitiful condition, the acorn was still moistened with tasty man’s mucus. My tongue leaked tenderly above the edge of his bulp to gain additional supplies, and I slurped it up with the whole width of my tongue to the orifice in order to stick it again into my mouth afterwards, so that the lips could surround the desire mushroom first entirely. Affectionately my tongue circled around Peter‘s bulging erected bell. Other drops were resigning and I thought to myself: Where this comes from, there must be a whole lot more. Intuitively my b*****r spread his legs. Yet he didn‘t wake up, but must have integrated the horny scene to his dreams. I lifted the bedspread and kneeled with spread legs above Peter‘s face in order to finish the ceremony in dignity, when he would arise. Now his prick peeked up to my face in the fitting angle for slurping and I began my work. Several times I licked his shaft up and down, alternately right and left, each time shortly stopping at the edge of his acorn to rub my long tongue slowly to and fro. With that further precum pearls lowered at the opening which I spread on his acorn first with the tip of my nose, then with my cheeks. Such a greasy boner immediately increased my appetite. The angle of incidence was perfect, I spectated my bl**d-pulsing work and stretched my head to the root of his shaft for the first time. Happily arrived at the bottom, I felt the whole 7 inches pressing against my throat and greasing my larynx. Peter‘s testicles were already pulled upward and warmed my eyes what made me think of the idea of turning my attention to the both friends the next time. Now my lips were firmly closed around the shaft‘s root. His prick made me already produce a whole lot of saliva, and I pulled my wet mouth slowly back to the top. When I opened it, the saliva slowly flloated down the shaft to his sperm nuts. In order not to catch a cold, there was nothing left to do but warming them with my mouth. The dreaming sexual activity of my b*****r already made his testicles twitch, and behind my ass I heard a soft moan. Peter just arose and recognized his situation. „Hello s****r!“, he welcomed me. „I think you‘re in need of a small cocktail before breakfast?“.
Not having the opportunity to answer, because my mouth gave his testicles the massage, I sucked his balls firmly three times. This should have been the signal for him to apply a vaginal greeting to the former oral one. He didn‘t think twice, raised his head and began to circle his tongue lustful around my clit. My pussy juice had already been starting to float due to the arousement and was dripping steadily into his wide opened mouth. He took my nipples tenderly between his thumbs and index fingers and pulled me carefully backwards to change our juices in our both mouths. First I licked over his entire tongue. Afterwards he drilled his strong tongue deep into my mouth crotch and spread my pussy juice over and over. Perfectly lubricated one more time, I was once again magically attracted by his shaft, and this time he actively made an effort to spread his boner all through my throat. The bl**d was pulsing, and I recognized that it would not last long until he began to jizz off. That would have been wasted sperm, of course. Peters tongue just sticked in my asshole which was already perfectly relaxed. So I twitched three times with my well trained sphincter and I signaled my b*****r that he would have to do his familiary duty. According to my comment he rolled me away from him. „How do you like to have it today?“, he asked. „From above“, I answered. I raised my legs high, put both hands against my tally and spread my legs in chicken style. Peter stood with spread legs above my ass and teased me sticking his pecker inside my crotch. „Just for greasing“, he commented. But he seemed to find his pleasure in there, and me too – as long as he wouldn‘t have to squirt. My b*****r well knew to do me good rubbing his acorn over my clit, and so he waved his friend several times up and down against it. My pleasure pearl felt like a small prick when our centers of luck met and rubbed against each other, hard against hard and juice against juice. I gave him help, wrapped both hands around his boner and turned him around my clit making a handjob. But now my buttocks reminded me of leading an unfulfilled life. The incoming orgasm made my womb and sphincter pulsate. Full of desire I grabbed his cock and plugged the tip into my butthole. It was pulsing full with bl**d and gave me the feeling to touch the water-streamed hose of the fire department when extinguishing the flames of a burning house. I knew it wouldn‘t last long until the warm cum streamed into my burning guts. In order to accelerate the process and also doing my b*****r a favour, I milked his acorn with my sphincter and grabbed his scrotum at this. Pete replied the movements, plugging his thumb into my scrotch and rubbing my pearl of desire. He couldnt leave the floating juices useless in their hideaway, so he pulled out his thumb from time to time and sucked the fucking ambrosia away from it. When I realized that the time had come, I grabbed my b*****r‘s butt with both hands, pulled him in my direction and stuck my middle finger right into his asshole while the warm precious glue poured out deep into my guts. Paralyzed he leaned over me and let every delicious drop of it flow right into my ass. I grabbed to the side table for the mirror which already lay there to spectate the result of my efforts. Peter now pulled his flabby shaft from my rear cunt and helped me at the spectation spreading my ass cheeks wide gaped. The nacre coloured DNA-soup of our f****y gleamed silverwhite in my spread-to-the-limit rim. We could be satisfied with our familiary co-work.

Updated: October 21, 2016 — 1:29 pm

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