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That'd be daring in public, but it made me wet just thinking about it. I never cared about my weight, so I enjoyed myself. Without taking notice of her, I continued: "..when you're fisting my twat while I'm eating you out? She looked at me once more, just to make sure, then pushed it in with all her strength. Something deep and animalistic, wild and furious broke loose within me and made itself heard with a guttural, primitive scream.Finally, I decided to just wait and see what happened, but was resolved not to hold back. "You can have some pussy cream with your coffee," I laughed. She seemed to be more shy in real life than online. " she acted indignant, but didn't say anything else. " This was one of our fantasies, and Martina wanted to sink into the ground for shame while the waitress gave her best to act like she didn't hear any of that. Martina looked at me startled but I grabbed her arm and motioned her to fuck me faster, harder, mercilessly. I thought how this dirty submissive cow was finishing me off, how she did everything I told her to, how she revelled in obeying me and how I, and only I, could do that with her. The orgasms shook my body and I didn't even notice Martina pulling her hand back out.
So I drive to our meeting point and the whole time I'm thinking about what I might do with her when I meet her. After all, I masturbated several times with her, and she knows more about my secret longings than anyone else. You know, like that one time." I nodded and remembered one of our chats, when we found out we both liked water sports. They slid in easily, still wet from pee and pussy slime.Her hair was long, straight and black, and her face was pretty, in a classical, regal looking way. Martina looked at me concerned and I felt her move inside me, twisting, turning, caressing my insides and finally turning into a fist. Her tits were still dangling freely out of her top and I think she enjoyed feeling as free as this. She pushed back against the trunk while her tits were dangling big and heavy below her.I just wore a short, yellow dress with not much underneath. When she was finished, she packed them back in as good as possible. I slapped them with one hand, making them jiggle even more. "Treat me like a dirty farm slut." My arm got heavy from thrusting and I became more and more daring.And I know about her fantasies with her friend Cora, or that she wants to be my slave. She had a beautiful, open laugh, and her face was so pretty I wondered why she put so much work into her body. The café had only a few other visitors, a few schoolgirls sat on a table across from us, and a couple seemed to be sitting inside. The waitress came up and I ordered a big sundae with cream and Cappuccino. I mostly do it myself, if I even have the time, so not very much. She moved them gently back and forth, going deeper inside.Should I just treat her like I did in the chatroom? Martina sipped her espresso and said she needed to watch her weight. And then I think of..." she paused when the waitress came to bring my order. "Do you even know how horny these thoughts make me feel? Her rings rubbed nicely at the walls of my vagina and she only stopped when her knuckles and thumb reached my labia.I found the market square (thanks to GPS) and the icecream parlour as well. She wore a pair of tight, stone-washed jeans and a white tube top which accentuated her body nicely. She pushed in as hard as she could and filled my cunt like nothing before. When I regained my senses, she was sucking the rest of the pussy slime off my labia and rubbed her nose in my bush. I have no clue if anyone heard us, but the thought of her screaming her horniness out into the world turned me on so bad I lost my inhibitions and just wanted to finish her off.
She didn't lie about her breasts, they were nice and big and nicely shaped. I felt how my snatch constricted around her hand and held her tight, seemingly trying to pull her even further in even though her fingers already touched my cervix. I breathed in deep and got up, straightening my dress while she cleaned up the floor with toilet paper. Brutally, I slammed four fingers inside her twat like a pocket.
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She slowly peeled off the tight jeans and let it fall to the ground. Nice dark pubic hair was growing all across her vulva, and below her wet labia were glimmering.
Even though I didn't need the spoon, I inserted it quickly in my pussy until it was covered in a thin layer of slime, and then we left the bathroom. I heard her gasp for air, but she bravely pushed back.
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