Sex "has no time or date on the calendar. "When the urges come together," the desire is not controlled. One look is enough to satiate two bodies eager for hands, mouths, tongues and touching. It doesn't matter where, it only matters what you want to do and with whom you want to do it.
Discover in this erotic tale of Orina Montilla where and when it is time to act 11pm. Camila arrived at the nightclub where she was getting ready to get drunk to celebrate her graduation. She was wearing a tight white shirt and a quaint hat that said "Licenciada". With a jean attached to her body and very high brown heels she arrived wiggling her body from side to side to the music, a visceral music, that one that evokes almost hot girls live sex ancestral pelvic movements, the one that the reptilian brain recognizes and relates to our crotch. Jesus had been there for a while. He was celebrating a well-deserved promotion and was enjoying a liberating night to face the new responsibilities that were coming the following Monday. Suddenly he saw her, looked, almost measuring it, at Camilla's ass and made a gesture with his hands and his "u" shaped mouth imagined her in his arms dancing for him.
She was a redhead, under his shirt, passing by his neck, reaching his shoulders and discovering freckles that made Chúo's mouth water, as his office colleagues called him. Her breasts were big, her waist was very small, her dancing almost gave away her action in bed. The visceral music was playing and they both danced from afar. Almost from one end to the other, Jesus set out to advance to where Camilla was. She was not expecting him, suddenly she felt a stumble from behind, it was him. They looked at each other, and the spark was finally ignited. -Excuse me," he said, pretending to be sorry. -Calm down," she answered, smiling in approval of the invitation Jesus had extended to her. -So... "Licensed"? -she asked. -Yes, an administrator, to be exact. -Jesus replied, "Well, that deserves a toast," while the drinks free live sex chat with girls in her hand clashed with her and he embraced her with an opportunistic congratulation. As they embraced, the words were left over. He put his hand behind her back, and he pulled it up from her coccyx to her neck, enjoying every inch of it.
She, somewhat grieved but also enjoying herself, was overcome by a nervous chuckle that did not let her leave him with her head on his neck breathing almost in his ear. Instantly, almost by fate, the music changed and both of them, startled, claimed to recognize the song that was beginning to sound like their favorite. It was just an excuse to lie down for each other. They danced for a while. She was holding him by the back of her neck and he was squeezing her by the waist, just as she had visualized. With her mouth very close to his ear, Camilla ran her tongue through his earlobe and sucked it tighter to him. Chúo, recognizing the green signal, lowered his hands to his buttocks and handled them as he wanted. With no shame or glory she began to move a little more until she felt so wet that she couldn't stand it and whispered in his ear "I'll wait for you in the bathroom". He astonishedly let her go and let her follow the right path.
For some strange reason the bathroom was empty. Our redhead slipped away quickly and waited for her casual lover at the door to pull him in and lock him in. She wanted him inside and fast. Camilla unbuttoned her white shirt and exposed her two big reasons. Jesus, unable to say a word, gave himself to them and groped them as he kissed them. Ecstatically, she tried to unbutton his trousers and moaned madly for bursting with pleasure.
Both with their pants down and their shirts half on, they kissed each other with their tongues in and with their lips nibbled. He was also inserting his fingers inside her, checking how wet she was, feeling the unknown place. He liked what he felt and then what he saw. He took her in his arms and mounted her on the sink. She was wearing a girl shows big tits perfume that smelled of sex. She spread her legs and passing a little finger from her navel to her vagina spread the liquid that dropped her shell all over the place to moisturize it all. She put her hands on her knees and pushing them back she kissed her vaginal lips and danced with her tongue inside her. Camilla squirmed. She put her fingers in her mouth and wet them on her breasts and red nipples. She touched the back of her neck with one hand until it rose to her wild hair and pulled it out. With the other hand she touched her breasts without rest enjoying the oral that Chúo was giving her. Excited Chúo pulled her down from the pedestal and turned her over, exposing her face to the bathroom mirror. Their figures doubled and they could see what they were doing live and direct. This excited them more.
He grabbed her by the hair and as he pulled her head back, he penetrated her sharply. She loved it and moaning began to move wildly. Penetrating her he touched her breasts and she held on to the walls of the little space with one hand while with the other he wet his fingers and ran them down his mount of Venus. She would put it in and take it out, naked girls in bed sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly. Camilla moaned every time she went in. His legs were wobbling, about to pour all their liquid into her. Almost powerlessly Jesus fell into the toilet bowl with her sitting on it. So, sitting on him, Camilla started to jump and move to the rhythm of the music that was playing outside. Moving up and down, in circles and back and forth, she milked her bull.
Shouting with pleasure, the grader held on to the walls so as not to fall, and at the end both of them, reaching a divine orgasm, fainted, relieved of desire. The door rang and the relief was short-lived. And in this case it was true: sex has no time or date in the calendar, when the desire comes together, what we do know it has, is duration. Wherever, but quickly.