🔞🌹🖤I'm on our couch +01

🌹🖤I'm on our couch, waiting for you to come.

I know that you will enter at this time as always, without making hardly any noise, because I know that you like to see me as I enjoy my body.

I know that if I open my eyes I will see you leaning against the door frame, watching me touch myself.

I know it excites you to see me, but I get more excited knowing that you are there, waiting for me to tell you to come and give me your pleasure.

I'm touching inside my gift from yesterday, that Brazilian panties that gives me so much passion just to remember how you ran your tongue over the fabric, wetting up to the label.

My fingers play with my button, hard, hardened every time I touch it, in circles, pressing until it melts between my lips.

I open my eyes.

You are as always, admiring me as I give myself pleasure.

Still.

With your face it would be but at the same time it makes me shudder all my senses.

You notice that with my wrist movement some of my fingers are already inserted, and you ask me:

- Many?

I answer you with a gesture that you can guess.

There is now a malicious smile on your face.

How do you know that smile makes me more horny.

I keep touching my clit, getting faster and faster and faster.

I'm not telling you the fingers that go in and out of your pleasure cave, but you know that later I will want your fingers to enter.

I keep fucking my pussy, how much pleasure it gives you and how many orgasms it has given us.

I accelerate my movements.

I close my eyes.

I know that you are still in your place, watching how I give myself pleasure.

That situation of yours, in which you stare at the body of the bitch that I have inside and that comes out when I masturbate makes you more excited.

I know that inside your boxer shorts, you already have the perfect hardness for me to taste it, but I also know that you are one of the men who like to recreate in her body, in this case, mine.

I don't want to open my eyes, just enjoy my second orgasm, because now I'm really going to explode.

I feel how one of your fingers separates that piece of fabric from my panties and together with my fingers, it enters me.

Fuck, you don't know the pleasure you're giving me when you stick your finger next to mine.

I can't take it anymore, I close my legs, squeeze your finger with mine.

I groan.

Scream.

I open my eyes.

I see you almost glued to my mouth.

I want to bite your lip.

You don't let me do it, therefore, now I want you to guide me and ask me:

- Do you want another one or do you prefer that I continue with dinner?

I'm not going to answer you, I want you to do to me what you know how to do to me.

I spread my legs.

You put another finger in.

I take out mine, wet, soaked, dripping.

I take them to your mouth, they swallow them until they almost disappear inside it.

I know you like my taste, it's one of the things you've always told me that drives you crazy.

But I want to go crazy with your taste.

Since I don't answer you, you start fucking me with those two fingers.

Fuck, we have to secure your fingers and hands, this is beastly lust.

You put your fingers in and out of my pussy in such a way that I don't know if there are two, three or more, but what vibrations you make me have inside my pussy.

And I hear your voice again that makes me a lost bitch:

- Do you want the whole hand or do you prefer me to steal a few more orgasms?

You know how to make me go crazy just with your questions.

I do not answer you.

I lower my panties.

I spread my legs.

My hands touch my hard nipples.

I let you fuck me with whatever you want.

Your fingers are already four.

Damn, you're fucking me and I still haven't blown you what then I want him to really fuck me.

My body with four fingers is already starting to shake.

I won't be able to take it anymore and you know it.

Four are the climax of my orgasm.

You grab me by one of my tits, you squeeze it.

You accelerate the thrusts of your four fingers, so much so that now, I'm sorry, I piss.

And a stream comes out of my pussy.

You laugh.

You've got it.

Again.

You take your four fingers out of my pussy, puddled, wet, run.

You put them in your mouth, you suck them, you lick them.

You look at me

I look at you all shaken and shaken by that orgasm that you have stolen from me as only you know.

You tell me:

- But what a bitch you are, look that you like my fingers inside your pussy.

Now if I answer you trying to recover my breath agitated by that bestial orgasm:

- Sorry, but I'm not a bitch. I am your bitch. You, my bastard.

And you answer me almost laughing at the pleasure you always give me:

- You know I'm just a bastard for you, when you bring out the bitch in you.

- Now I leave you only five seconds to recover, I want to swallow your orgasms that you have coming out of your pussy, so that we can start playing.

- It's today…

I don't let you say it, I want you to.

I lift my legs open for you, I want you to eat me, as you know how to do it, and have my honey in your mouth, on your goatee, and then ride your cock all night...🖤💖💗💕💓💘💞💝