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The small cottage stands out as a silhouette against the dark night, only distinguishable because the building is darker than the landscape around it. The car turns the corner onto a dirt road, and the now jerky headlights illuminate the building. A wooden door and glinting window sit beside a net of vines that weaves its way up the side of the white house and onto its roof. I look over at you, sitting on the seat beside me, and whisper, “We’re here.” I keep the car running and climb out to unlock the door and quickly survey the house. The only electricity I utilize is the ancient air conditioner below the windows. Instead of flipping on the incandescent bulbs, I opt to employ candles as an alternative light source, and soon the orange glow can be seen through the windows. I retreat and turn off the car, rushing around to your side to open the door and let you carefully step out. I swoop you up in my arms and celebrate a small but significant success as I manage to maneuver you through the open doorway. The cottage’s interior is small and appropriately decorated, mimicking the forest appeal of the outside world while still retaining the modern appeal. I kick the door shut behind us and quickly bring you through the quaint kitchen and living area. When we enter the bedroom, you giggle and wrap your arms around my neck şişli escort in delight. A king size bed takes up most of the room’s space and covering the bed and floor boards, at your request, are deep red rose petals. I lay you down gently on the comforter and step back to survey you. The top of your wedding dress clings to your breasts and waist, hinting at what lies beneath. The neck of the dress swoops gently, revealing your collar bone and a small bit of cleavage, exaggerated because you are on your back. In contrast, the bottom of your dress fans out and makes no attempt what so ever to conform to your body shape. I kick off my black dress shoes and socks and climb on top of you. Peering down, my gaze is returned by two round, green eyes staring up at me. The candle’s glow slightly alters your appearance: I know how white your skin is, very fair like mine, but in this setting it looks a shade darker. The position of the candle on the bedside dresser sends shadows across your face, making your rosy lips and cute nose more prominent. “I love you,” I say. You blush and the corners of your lips turn upwards. “I love you too.” Except my feet, I am still in the full tuxedo from the wedding ceremony. You flirt with your eyes as your hands reach for my tie, and you pull my down into you. Our lips meet escort şişli for a short, excited kiss. Your lips rise up to meet mine again; this time our lips fit together like puzzle pieces. My soft, moist tongue probes at your mouth, delving deeper into it once you open up to it. As our tongues dance against each others, I can feel the bulge in my pants beginning to grow and press against you. You feel it too and smile, reaching down to rub it gently, causing the head to tingle and turning the bulge into a full blown erection. I return to kissing you for just a little while longer, and unabashedly begin grinding slowly against your body. I slide off and move to the end of the bed. I see your head poke up curiously as you watch me slide off your heels. You grin when I begin to massage the arch of your aching foot but your head drops to the pillow in relaxation when I move upward to the pad. I massage and tug on each toe, and do the same to the other, before sliding my hands upward and rubbing your knee. My lips meet with your thigh and my hand soon follows suit, molding, kneading, and spreading the skin beneath it. My teasing becomes simply too much for you and you spring into a standing position. Grabbing my tie once again you lift the skirt of your dress and yank my head down under it. When mecidiyeköy you release me and the dress, I am in world of snowy white with only your legs on either side of me. I start by finding the waistband of your pantyhose and rolling them down and off, exposing your smooth thighs and calves. My eyes dart upward to the sexy lingerie you put on for the occasion; your dampness is clearly evident through the material. I raise my head and caress the lacy crotch of your thong with my tongue. My hands grip the waistband and tug upward, dragging the material against your pussy lips and clitoris. Then, in a slow but deliberate motion, I pull them down and off. Your pussy lips are now exposed to the air and they look perfect: the skin is smooth and shaven down your mound, leading up to the soft flesh of your labia, separated by the cleft made by your hole. My lips mash against your labia, first playfully licking and kissing, tugging gently on your pussy lips with my teeth, teasing your clit by flicking it with the tip of my tongue. But as more and more of your juice floods my mouth my movements become more and more impassioned. Hungrily I lap at your pussy, shoving my tongue as far up into your hole as I can get it, which is unfortunately not far enough. My hands find your ass cheeks. I spread them, squeezing them as I do so, and then pull it towards my face to aid my efforts. I return to your clit, rolling it softly while I insert a finger up inside you. I plunge my digit in and out of you, then two fingers. This goes on for sometime before you pull away, leaving me out of breath.
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