Sex story: Nymphomanca found hard sex in the toilet with a stranger.
Sex story:
Nymphomaniac, in the toilet, blowjob, ugliya, urine, with a stranger.
What am I doing to search sex?
As soon as I felt that my leg touched something moist, I looked down, and saw that I had stepped into a puddle of urine, and the guy said: “Look at the penis!”. And I obediently looked back. The last drops of urine are dripping from his half -season penis into a pusser, and he shakes slightly with his hand to shake them, a few drops were on my face, located about 20 centimeters from the penis and at the level with a porcelain bowl.
How I got here, I ask myself, even when I hope that he will quickly finish and finally leave. You see, I am the one you would call “nympho”. I like too much and often have sex. In fact, I am thirsty for this, and this thirst, I think, is strong enough, like drug addiction. I feel strong hunger, as if you had not eaten all week. When I will be without sex, I will do everything to have it, my mind is doomed.
It seems that it was a good idea to go to the men’s toilet in the office, hide in the booth and go out naked, begging every guy who walks alone, fuck me. It didn’t work.
At first I met a guy who thought I was drunk and wanted to take me home or call an ambulance. I barely reassured him. The older guy told me that he “grew out of this age”. Another young guy looked at me and went out without a single word. It seemed that none of them told others about the naked heifer in the men’s toilet, because no one else came. It came 6 o’clock in the evening and most people have already gone home.
Then this guy appeared, tall and bearded, who looked at me and said that he would ruin me if I did what he said.
You probably ask why I did not masturbate to exhaustion, but you do not understand what sex means to me. This is not the same. This should be another person who does it with me. It becomes easy for me to end as soon as the guy passionately pulls me in the mouth, in the pussy or ass. But it should be someone else. I can be death from hard sex in 45 minutes and, possibly, get a small orgasm that will change little when the thirst is as strong as today.
He first wanted me to take off my socks and shoes. I took them off and looked at this guy very carefully, I expected that sex would come sooner or later. Then he told me to sit down near the pussuar when he will urinate. I crouched, having received a spray ricochet on my face when he began to write, as well as those few drops when he finished pissing. The smell of male urine and flesh was so strong that my head was spinning. I felt my pussy letting the saliva from the smell, as well as from the thought, which, finally, would happen soon. He turned his cock to me and said:
– Now do it, and I am erasing you.
I knew what he had in mind, and opened his mouth, taking it completely, since it was not yet hard. I felt the taste of urine in my tongue when I closed my lips around my head and began to slowly move forward and back my head, swaying slightly on my legs and feeling that I like it. The member became more and more, and soon I lacked the depths of my mouth to get to the ground where the guy had naughty curls of black hair. His trousers unfastened, I saw a white tummy under his light blue shirt and a white T-shirt. The stomach was small, but it was hairy enough – it seemed that this guy was all hairy.
– Okay, stop, get up and lean here, – he pointed to the pusser.
I took up impatiently and leaned against the wall next to him, leaned forward to push her ass to him, made her legs wider, the lower part of the back was crumpled down. It was a favorite position of one of my ex, so we started and ended every sex until we parted, or rather I just stopped going to him, he stopped satisfying me. But I never had the courage to tell him about it.
“That’s all, move a little to the left, face in front of Pussuar, hands on both sides,” he tuned me.
Be that as it may, inside I just scream. I took a step to the left, putting my hands on the tiles on the left and to the right of the pussuar, which he used a minute earlier. I raised my head as much as I could, thereby keeping the body horizontally so as not to hit my face on a porcelain bowl.
“Good, stand here,” he began to rummage between my legs, exclaiming, “mmm, already juicy,“ when his fingers slipped inside me. I was already on the verge when he placed his dick at my entrance and began to push him with one slow blow, ending it with his pubis, tickling my hips.
-aaaaa …-we moaned almost in unison, he, apparently, from pleasure, and I am definitely from liberation from captivity of sexual hunger. My orgasm began, and my pussy began to cling to his cock stronger when he slowly went out. For a second or two I had such a feeling of orgasm, but he changed his mind to advance and was in a frightened suspended state from ecstasy … And then I again plunged into ecstasy, laughing softly, realizing what he was doing with me.
The man continued to take out and push his cock inside my pussy, and suddenly my orgasm began, I groaned when he plunged into my pussy, stopped for two seconds, and pulled out a member. After the beginning of the orgasm, he already made 20 or 30 strokes with a member inside me, and my orgasm did not subside all. Usually it ends quickly, leaving me weak for a few hours after sex.
When he was approaching the finish line, he held my hips tightly and furiously moved his piston back and forth, and every push strained my hands, which prevented me from hitting my nose in the pusser, until, finally, he began to finish. I felt how he crouched, how he changed the angle of the penis, pushing more up, and then horizontally, and when he was seized as if cramped, he pushed me up and forward so that my face was completely in the bowl of urine, the chin stuck on the chin onPussuar’s lip. Then the man twitched a little back, but only to press the forward again with force, which ultimately pressed my cheek to the back of the pussuar.
It was cold, wet, there was a strong smell of urine, it seemed that I was swimming in it. I felt it in my own language, although I closed my mouth tightly, my face was imprinted in the back wall of the Pussuar, although my hands tried to push me out of the pussuar because of its shocks. Fortunately, after 30 seconds he stopped, waited another 10 seconds and pulled out a member, letting me get up and breathe again.
“You are a really beautiful sight,” he laughed, pulling the phone out of his pants pocket, simultaneously pulling them over himself. When I leaned toward the wall and held my breath, he took a few photographs and left without saying a word.
I slowly came to my senses, thoroughly washed my face in the sink, feeling my lubricant and its sperm through my hips flowing from my well -stretched pussy. Before I started dressing, I put two fingers in it, enjoying the smooth warmth that turns me away when it cools down. I took my fingers moistened with thick sperm threads, and felt the smell, leading me to the sensations of orgasm deep in my stomach.
If you never sniffed your fingers after you masturbate your dick or pussy or feel badly a mixture of shame and pleasure, you can judge me. If so, let me tell you that my shame and my pleasure at that moment were much more than you have ever experienced. So who is now lucky?
End.
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