How they spat me – stories about flogging.
When you have a lot of sex, you get used to the same type of sexual intercourse, to the same types of men or women. Yes, this is funny, so I do it either, but nothing surprises me, it is always the same routine, just another member or vagina. I like to go beyond and have sex with different people from all layers of society. One night my perception of sex has changed: I met a person who excited me as never before – my personal stories about flogging will be confirmed to you.
It all started during work when I was returning home, and he came to someone to meet. We met in the elevator, looking at each other. If we were alone, I would immediately ask his number, but there were too many people with us.
He was magnificent: a narrow black suit, a snow -white shirt and cufflinks in the form of silver cloves. I was wearing a narrow black pencil skirt, a white shirt and a black leather bag on my shoulder, the coat was still in my hands.
People left the elevator, and we were alone. He looked at me and asked if he could take my number: he showed the initiative, and I liked it. I will not lie and say that I had an instant attraction because of him, he simply seemed cool and hot, and if it ended in the bedroom, I would not be upset. If you and you want to make an acquaintance that will lead to sex, then look for it .
That night he wrote a message and asked if I want to meet him to drink, I agreed. We met in a bar in the city center. I made efforts, putting on my short black skirt and a transparent blouse. He was dressed in a suit, but this one was less strict than the one in which he came to work. We both ordered a cocktail and sat, spending time in conversation, it was nice. I definitely attracted me. We both flirted and touched each other, but some of me were still a little disappointed with the prospect of the fact that it would end, like any other date – everything will end with familiar pleasant sex.
Sex history about spanking
We returned to my apartment. Cocktails made themselves felt as soon as cold air hit us. I opened the door, and we headed for the kitchen, pouring another drink for ourselves. I felt very playful, but he did not do what everyone usually does. Most of the guys immediately go directly to the bedroom, and he just looked out the window and smiled at me. He told me that I was crazy, but in a good way, I laughed and danced to the music that played in my columns. I danced in front of him, pulling a shirt and exposing a black lace bra. He smiled at me and set his drink, came closer to me, and then gently took me by the throat and kissed me.
It was a passionate kiss, then he brought his hand to my ass, grabbed her tightly and asked if I liked it, and if I wanted him to continue. I nodded. He asked me if I wanted to be a pervert, I nodded dutifully again. Immediately he told me to lay down on the bed down and pull the skirt, I did so. Did I suspect me to wait for spanking stories? He extended my legs so that my ass was completely open to him.
My bed was high, so when I leaned over, his cock was at the level of my ass. I was intrigued by what he wanted to do with me. When his palm made a loud slap on my ass, I was a little shocked and jerked forward. He asked me if I liked it, and I said that very. He lowered his hand again and again, telling me to be silent. My ass was bright red, but the pain was unusual and pleasant, I opened a new type of pleasure. He continued to spank me, then he said to turn over and lie down completely on the bed.
After that, he raised my legs and looked at my brilliant pussy, she was very wet and practically begged him to fuck me. He smiled at me, and then lowered his hand on my labia and slapped slightly and them too, the pain was so pleasant. He did this several times before pushing his cock inside me. His cock fucked me frantically, his chest flew out of the bra, and my pussy felt as if he wanted to cum in me. He continued to push and grab me before pulling my chest out and squeeze it. After that, he also began to slap her with force, even in erotic stories about the flogging of girls about this was not said – my reality was cooler than any stories. My nipples reacted, becoming more sharp, begging him to touch them.
He spanked me and continued to fuck my pussy hard. I didn’t want to tell him that I was going to finish, because I was so good, and I did not want this pleasure to stop. However, I could not restrain myself anymore, and began to experience an orgasm. My body trembled, and my pussy squeezed his pulsating member. When I finished, he pulled him out of me and sighed. He said that I did not ask him if I could finish. He again turned me a booty to him and raised his hand, slapping me stronger than before, my ass was sick, but I was so excited, I liked these sensations.
He slapped me and told me to apologize and kneel. I did this and he pushed the member in my mouth, right there I felt the taste of my pussy. He held on to my head, pushing his dick further into the throat, forcing me to moan. I sucked faster and faster and swallowed his member as much as I could. Immediately I felt a warm liquid flowing into my throat. I licked the remains from the head of his penis, and he smiled at me. We both dressed and said goodbye, but it was not the last time I saw him. After this night, we saw each other once a week. He came to me and slapped me, continuing our pleasant porn stories about spanking, we both adored it until I found out that he was married. I did not talk about anyone about flogging, and then I decided to repeat with a new partner. And you know, it was no worse, he also quickly mastered the technique of spanking and I allowed him to spank me even in the face ..
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