C22 Joana

With a movement that dropped my dress on the floor, I ended up exposing my heavy and already swelled breasts to him, considering that I had not put on a bra. Thanks to the bulge dress, I didn't think it was necessary. And thank God for that.

Because Dennis gasped when he saw my breasts hanging against the air between us. I got goosebumps when he lowered his eyes to my nipples and bit his lower lip, and I got even more excited when some strands of my hair slid down my naked back and gave the feeling of fingers running through my skin.

I slid my panties, keeping my gaze under his, so that he could see that lust reflected between us. He had a serious expression, keeping his jaw rigid and his lips pressed in a line. He was a patient man, but not when it came to sex. In sex, the judge gave way to a mere desperate defendant and took me with all the strength of his body. Literally, Dennis destroyed me with every sex. To the point that I always remember him the next day.

I was completely naked. Dennis shook his strong hands on the sides of the couch, holding back. His eyes scrutinized me for long seconds, sending that heat to me like a distant caress. I knew that when I was with him, I didn't need to feel less than desired, free, uninhibited. I never had to.

Dennis has always awakened my worst and best side. Somehow, he always understood me very well, and respected me. Even if in bed I was a whore, offered, desperate for that sexual relief that only he could give me. There, or outside four walls, he still respected me as equals.

Even so, nothing stopped me from bending down and crawling towards him. Dennis opened a singing smile, his eyes scorching with raw desire. He liked that submission. I never asked, but I liked it. It was a fetish we had in common. Because I loved the way he put me on a pedestal and treated me like someone who deserved the best of sex, but who should also deserve it.

I crawled towards him, even though I was very few steps away, feeling the cold of the floor against my hot skin and desperate for that dose of sexual madness. My body throbbed, aware of the man in front of me, and everything got worse when he took a hand to his pants and went down the zipper. With only one movement, Dennis removed his penis from his underwear, and he was already absurdly erect, waiting.

My vaginal lips contracted and moistened even more with that vision, even more at the angle I was. The man was a spectacle. In every sense of that word. He could have prevented me from advancing to his lap, like that pet we acted so much when we were alone, and that would have driven me crazy.

It was all a game. A seduction without rules, but with respect. Something mutual. Which we never need to establish in advance. He simply understood my needs. And I was always ready to please him. Honestly, I didn't even know how that idiot was losing me so easily.

The cold of the floor in contact with my knees was an almost overwhelming difference from all the warmness inside me, all the way my pussy was moist and eager for that big and thick cock. If I wasn't in that position, I would probably feel dripping because of him. It wasn't an exaggeration to feel that way. Dennis was capable of many things with that penetrating look, including taking me from a serious conversation to sex in a matter of minutes.

"I want everything from you," I asked in a purring tone, getting close enough to touch your knee. My hand slid through his pants, feeling the roughness of the thin fabric, so the way his body was warm underneath. The still erect cock moved minimally through the pulse in the thick veins that surrounded it. My mouth flashed. "I love all parts of your body, Dennis. I want each one of them in contact with my body tonight.”

A muscle contracted in Dennis' jaw, so he told me a lot about how he was holding on. So that's how the game would go that night. With him wanting to catch me in the rough way that I almost turned inside out, but keeping calm to see how far I could act. As far as I could get to that excessive horniness.

"Show me how much you want me inside you," he murmured, in that sensual and intense tone of voice.

I opened a feline smile. Especially when I noticed the look he threw at my lips. I remembered all the times we met secretly and quickly to relieve ourselves a little, and almost always a blowjob was the best. I felt as much pleasure with that as Dennis did when he saw me cum in his hand. Nothing gave me more satisfaction than finding that look of yours loaded with desire and tired, after moaning out loud and after cumming. It was a vision of the gods.

With a delicacy that I knew was a torture for him, I grabbed his thick and pink cock with both hands, bluntly, without shame, full of greed and desire. My sounds opened and an intelligible sound sounded. It should be some outcry from that burning party that wanted him entirely inside me. Some call of that beast hidden under my skin as a sensible and calm woman. All that savagery that only freed itself between four walls. That only freed itself for Dennis.

Still on my knees, I raised my face to his thighs. He still wore the damn pants, leaving only his cock out, so I couldn't see the rest of what was between his legs. He shaved entirely "although I didn't find it very attractive", so the tips of my fingers ran through his groin without curling in anything. My nails gently pressed his also heated skin, and Dennis let out a trembling sigh.

There was a time when he asked me to suck him while his father was between my tits. He said that Spanish was the best sexual art for voluptuous women and partners with big penises. I had to agree. But nothing replaced the conventional blowjob. Especially when we were both so ready to cum without even touching each other. It was also the best way for me to focus on his reactions.

After the initial caress, I slid my tongue through the glans of his hard limb. Dennis inhaled once again, holding his breath. I was slightly overwhelmed by that reaction, feeling even more sinful by the way he also did nothing to hide the desire. Because I saw how he also had no shame or any prudence when it came to me. It was a delivery from both parties. So sensual and wonderful.

With one hand, I pushed his cock up his throat, turning my tongue against the pulsating and soft flesh. Dennis gasped, the way he pisses out every woman. With desire, horniness, lust without measure. I sucked with a slow movement of the tongue in its extension, getting fed up with that delicious and enviable part of your body. Not all the men I went out with were like Dennis. His size. In his own way. And that man drove me crazy.

All that slowness to start oral sex, made me aware of his smell, that particular smell of sexual moments, and it took me off the axis completely. One of his legs was between mine, and I didn't notice when he stretched his blessed leg and touched my humid intimacy and desperate for contact. My eyes were directed towards his, and the man groaned in a gasss.

At that moment, Dennis gave himself totally to me, of flesh and blood, or rather, of flesh and blood, as his cock throbbed against my tongue and silenced the inaudible murmurs of my throat. I increased the pressure in my movements, going down and up my hand, as my tongue slid on his cock and my lips closed in synchronized sucks. Dennis didn't take long to hold my hair.

I knew that when he got to that point, he couldn't take it for a long time. So I wasn't even surprised when he pulled me to the point that I had to let go of his cock and just look at him, still on my knees. Dennis' eyes were heavy, taken by that growing desire.

"I refuse to cum before you," he said, pulling me into his arms. Despite the pain in my head from the gross contact, I obeyed the silent order. "Not today.”

We ended up clinging to an intense kiss. A fact that I always need to say clearly is that Dennis and I rarely kissed during those moments. We agreed that sex was one thing, and kissing was too personal. And we didn't want to establish a relationship with those getaways in the middle of the night. Even so, that day, Dennis kissed me with all his strength, leaving me sitting on his lap.

Our mouths looked for each other automatically, our tongues connecting in a sensual and very slow dance, while our hands tacked between that distance. Our whole body committed to tearing down that wall that we erected against our desires. I kissed him with a unique hunger, savoring those soft lips with a taste of wine, that smell of a man that every part of his body contained.

The taste of Dennis' kiss was another point to take into consideration. It was something that reminded me of a sunny day on a deserted beach. It was a feeling that took me to the ground, and pulled me to the sky. A kiss of longing, a movement of those who feel a lot, and a certainty that the accelerated beats in our hearts were not only for the intimate moment, but for the feeling.

I practically let myself fall to the bottom of that place where Dennis always knew how to find me. That place where your kiss left me off the axis and completely stunned. Where he hugged me and touched me with if he knew almost space of my body where I was most sensitive "although it was very likely. I was taken by that vortex of sensations, as I swallowed his taste and let him take mine, feeling his skin against mine, feeling that stiff member in contact with my intimacy ready to receive him.